- Aug 10, 2022
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She wakes, unsettled, from dreary dreams, her flanks heaving with rare anxiety. Iciclefang still feels the morning dew on her fur from the grass near Sunningrocks; she still feels the ghostly burn of amber eyes into her pelt as Cragkit, Pinekit, and Crabkit swim away from her, toward the mother they've never known. Her belly cramps with leftover anguish now, and she closes her eyes against the pain. You will never leave RiverClan. You will never leave my side. She lowers her nose to each kitten's soft head, nuzzling the gentle peaks of their ears. You will only know one home. I gave her up so you would have that. I gave it all up.
Iciclefang pushes herself to her paws, carefully weaving around the children cuddled in her nest, and flees the nursery. The air is humid, and the night-time silence is broken up by the river bubbling against stone. Blue eyes pierce the warm greenleaf darkness, finding a white-flecked coat squeezing out of the apprentice's den. Her lips draw into a thin line, and she hastens her steps, calling out, softly, "Splashpaw. Wait."
She regards the former ShadowClan apprentice for a moment, taking her in—the shape of her, the fluff of her speckled pelt that is slowly beginning to repel water from her change in diet, the size of her paws, her eyes, the length of her tail. Iciclefang cannot, for all her searching, see Pikesplash in her... only ShadowClan. "Why did you come here, after spending your kithood in ShadowClan?" Her tone is not friendly, but it holds no malice, no bite. She must know. She thinks of the kits huddled in the nursery, and she must know.
Iciclefang pushes herself to her paws, carefully weaving around the children cuddled in her nest, and flees the nursery. The air is humid, and the night-time silence is broken up by the river bubbling against stone. Blue eyes pierce the warm greenleaf darkness, finding a white-flecked coat squeezing out of the apprentice's den. Her lips draw into a thin line, and she hastens her steps, calling out, softly, "Splashpaw. Wait."
She regards the former ShadowClan apprentice for a moment, taking her in—the shape of her, the fluff of her speckled pelt that is slowly beginning to repel water from her change in diet, the size of her paws, her eyes, the length of her tail. Iciclefang cannot, for all her searching, see Pikesplash in her... only ShadowClan. "Why did you come here, after spending your kithood in ShadowClan?" Her tone is not friendly, but it holds no malice, no bite. She must know. She thinks of the kits huddled in the nursery, and she must know.
- ooc: @splashpaw
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Iciclekit.Iciclepaw. Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
— “speech”, thoughts, attack
— 24 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
— mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
— riverclan lead warrior & queen.mudpeltx 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.