- Jun 8, 2022
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The calico preferred the wetlands and forest areas to the moor, that much was obvious. She barely ever volunteered for the patrols leaving in the direction of Fourtrees and rarely did she seek the company of cats outside of River-, Thunder- and SkyClan when the gatherings came around every moon. It wasn't that she disliked the cats on the moor or across the thunderpath – it was more... a feeling. Perhaps Cicadastar's words were rubbing off on her but surely the leader was right... right? Nonetheless, she minded her own business (five kits - four apprentices and one warrior - were after all quite a pawful) and thus there was plenty to take care of just in RiverClan.
Yet... all wasn't as simple as making sure the clan stayed fed. Her young daughter, Iciclepaw, had somehow ended in a... skirmish of sorts with the moor cats and one of the warriors came back much worse for wear. Unsure of what to make of it, Icesparkle had asked her daughter on a walk, surely the apprentice would be able to shed some light on the events...
// @iciclepaw
I'm thinking they spoke before the gathering where Cicada chews off Soot's head :')