private I SEE THE LOVE THERE THAT'S SLEEPING ✧ pinekit

[iciclefang]

Iciclefang sprawls in the sun, her muscular form a brindled spot of liquid beauty. The boys are playing with their cousins and denmates, but a familiar dappled pelt catches the corner of her blue eye. My little Iciclefang. Swiftfire had meant it humorously, but with her daughter, it seems to be true. She is diligent, playful around her denmates, but serious when it matters; she had taken the bird’s life into her own paws with efficiency that had impressed her mother. As the kit toddles closer, Iciclefang lets out a mrrow of greeting. “Pinekit. Tired of playing?” She has half a mind to bully the tiny tortie into a bath, but she thinks better of it—her daughter’s eyes are still sharp with amber glory, not yet lulled by the promise of a nap by her mother’s side.

She shifts, getting comfortable in the sand. “Do you want a story? How about…” She trails off, tipping her head to one side. “About the journey? Maybe when I saved that ThunderClanner from drowning?” She smiles, tucking her paws under her chest.

Iciclefang begins, “When we reached the river, the other Clans balked at swimming across. There was a Twoleg bridge, just like the one on our territory, but made of tree-stump material,” she explains. She blinks, looking into familiar sundrop eyes, losing herself in their depths. For a moment, she becomes her other mother—tortoiseshell-speckled fur turns to gray, to white, and Iciclefang pauses, a pang creasing her heart. “RiverClan pulled the bridge taut, so the other cats could cross… we swam in the rapids like otters.”

She remembers Stormywing slipping through the slats, crashing into storm-gray waters. She remembers the plunge of cool water as it enveloped her… the tug of her lover’s scruff in her mouth… Iciclefang smiles, and it’s a touch wistful. “Some cats fell through, and we left our posts to save them.” She nudges Pinekit on her tiny forehead. “We dove into the waters and swam until our hearts were like to burst. We took those other Clan cats by their scruffs and dragged them to safety. It wasn’t easy, but each of us was able to make sure the journey could continue.”

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: @Pinekit ⭒
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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 22 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Cicadapaw ; previously mentored n/a
  — riverclan lead warrior & queen. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ-
Her mother was not a beacon of warmth and comfort, she was an armored statue built with everything Pinekit wanted to be some day, powerful, all-knowing.
Plus, Iciclefang was the best story-teller in the whole nursery, and when she was allowed to camouflage within her mothers fur and let her velvet voice whisk her away into unknown lands, into the mountains and the river that rushes through their territory… it was her favorite way to spend time with her mother.
Feeling properly battered and bruised after tussling with whoever would go up against her in what had originally been a game of the Clans, Pinekit feels ready to retire the facade of the mighty Pinestar and reach for a breath of fresh air, away from the dust cloud a group of rambunctious kits always find a way to kick up. She doesn’t mean to approach her resting mother at first, it is an invisible string that tugs her in the tortoiseshell queen's direction.
Pinekit. Tired of playing?
A yawn that she cannot suppress parts at her jaws just as the child began to shake her head.
“No… m’just taking a break. ” Iciclefang shifts, and Pinekit’s subconscious gives mottled paws the cue to continue forward, plopping onto her haunches as Iciclefang asks if she wants a story about the Journey. An eager golden blaze is reignited as her brow bones raise, tail bobbing in response to the eager shake of her head, hardly registering the bit about that Thunderclanner.
“Yes, please!” the Journey stories were her favorite, though she was born in the comfortable warmth of new-leaf, sometimes Pinekit swore she could feel a mountains frosted breeze ruffle through her pelt when her mother described them.
The miniature tortoiseshell settles, blinking up with anticipation as she waited to be lulled into her mothers past.
Her imagination tries her best to construct the scene Iciclefang describes, picturing an expansive river cut in the middle by a ragged pile of broken wood…her mother mentions a tree strump, and her mind now places a fallen tree in place of the rubble.
She sees her mother pulling the top of the fallen tree all the way to the other side, heroically saving all the silly Thunderclanners that fell.
“Woah…” Pinekit echos wondrously, questions beginning to pop behind her primrose gaze. “So… if it hadn’t been for Riverclan, the journey would’ve stopped? ” There was no doubt in Pinekit’s young mind that her birth clan was superior- she could tell in the vibrancy of their home, the webbed paws she had seen her clanmates stretch, the stories that helped her to sleep of Riverclan warriors slicing through churning waters.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IF YOUR LOVE’S THE TRUTH ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ OR THE SPIRIT OF DECEIT ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[iciclefang]

Her daughter’s maw splits wide open in a yawn, revealing tiny, needle-sharp teeth. “No, ‘m just taking a break,” she insists, but when Iciclefang mentions the Journey, her little tortoiseshell daughter’s golden eyes begin to reignite. Pinekit loses herself in her mother’s memory, washes her fur with turgid waters, sinks her teeth into foreign scruffs and heaves her body across a river splitting the world. Blue eyes are uncharacteristically soft at the image before her. “That’s right. RiverClan made sure the journey could continue,” she mews, lowering her pink nose to touch the white blaze streaking across her child’s face. “But remember, all of the Clans had to work together to save the journey. The cat I saved…” She shifts her paws uncomfortably, “saved me, too. From a rockslide.”

Even now, at the mention of the cascading mountain stones, Iciclefang feels the scar along her shoulder throb. She gingerly touches her muzzle to it, eyelids slipping closed as she remembers. “We’d made it a day or so away from the river, into this rocky ravine. The world seemed to shake, and all of a sudden, the stones were falling toward us. One almost hit me in my head, but a ThunderClan warrior shoved me out of the way just in time.” She smiles against her fur, turning her attention back to Pinekit. “RiverClan is your home, always, but all five Clans must exist in the forest…”

She trails off, gazing into Pinekit’s fiery, burning eyes. And you would not exist without another Clan.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 22 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Cicadapaw ; previously mentored n/a
  — riverclan lead warrior & queen. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- When Pinekit’s thought is confirmed, the she-kit instinctively sits up a bit straighter, proud of herself for being so smart.
But… her mother continues, and Pinekit tilts her head to the side, puzzled for a moment.
The cat I saved… saved me, too. From a rockslide. Shock integrates into Pinekits expression, round honey hues watching as Iciclefang touches her muzzle to the split that spilled down her one shoulder, one Pinekit hadn’t really noticed until now.
In the fleeting lull, the child moves a whisker-length closer, a forepaw gingerly resting atop of her mothers. Sometimes mama seemed so far-away when she told her stories, and the distance that glazed powdery optics used to scare Pinekit, not anymore though. ‘Cause mama was teaching her to be brave.
Iciclefang continues elaborating on the rockslide, speaking into her fur still, and once again the kit is completely immersed- until she discovers it was a Thunderclan warrior who saved her mother.
“I thought Thunderclan was the bad guys, mama. They stole our rocks!” Pinekit still didn’t completely understand the importance of a pile of rocks, but Iciclefang spoke as if they were sacred, so they must be sacred.
Iciclefang reiterates that Riverclan is her home, and Pinekit wants to giggle for a moment. Of course Riverclan was her home. Five clans were important… yeah, yeah-
Though, the way her mothers gaze burns into hers after that last sentence prompts a contemplative frown upon juvenile features, and she thinks about the last part of the story, the one with the rockslide.
“How can-” She is tongue tied for a moment, unable to grasp the correct words for her question.
“It doesn’t make sense, a Thunderclanner bein’ all good like that…” The part where her mother saved a cat was totally reasonable- Iciclefang was a hero! A thief turning around and trying to be heroic, it’s overwhelming to try to make sense of.
Or… “or… is it like when Crabkit stole m’berries, and I was mad at him, but I still played moss-ball with him after? ” It doesn’t make the most sense, but it’s the closest thing Pinekit can relate such a duality to.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IF YOUR LOVE’S THE TRUTH ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ OR THE SPIRIT OF DECEIT ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[iciclefang]

Iciclefang can feel the shock radiating from Pinekit’s pelt like sparks fraying from open flame. Golden eyes flick toward the scar splitting the fur at her mother’s shoulder, as if seeing it for the first time. Her daughter inches closer, as if to inspect the wound. “I thought ThunderClan was the bad guys, Mama. They stole our rocks!” The tortoiseshell queen’s mouth quivers—yes, they had, and the nuance is not lost on her. “Sunningrocks belongs to RiverClan, that is true.” She feels mired, trapped as she had been in that Twoleg web on her first outing as an apprentice. She is on dangerous ground, she feels—treacherous ground that can sink her swiftly, if she does not tread lightly. “All cats have the potential to be good, but…” She exhales softly through her nose. “We are all loyal to our own Clans. A ThunderClan cat will always do what’s best for ThunderClan, and so we must do the same for RiverClan. Does that make sense?”

She prays it does.

Pinekit asks her if it’s like when her brother stole her berries, and even angry at him, she still played mossball with him after. Iciclefang’s gaze softens at her child’s wisdom. “It is a lot like that, Pinekit. Yes.” She pauses, tension pinning her shoulders together. She’s not out of dangerous waters yet, she fears. This conversation has weight, potential—Pinekit may remember what is said today for the rest of her young life.

“Clan loyalty is what’s most important,” she finally says after a hefty pause. “Following the warrior code, fighting to defend RiverClan territory… those are more important than friendship with other Clans. Sometimes, we have to help the other Clans—” She thinks of SkyClan, keening at their watery border; she thinks of RiverClan in the kittypet Clan’s camp, hunkered down and lost-feeling amidst the pines; she thinks of ThunderClan, pelts full of smoke, wading through the water toward their sandy island. “—But it’s important to always remember where your loyalties truly lie.”

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 22 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Cicadapaw ; previously mentored n/a
  — riverclan lead warrior & queen. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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