LATE NIGHT TELEPHONE — ice

[ROEFLAME .]

ROEFLAME — I fell in love with the fire long ago.

Last leaf-bare felt so long ago, as it another life-time.
In a way, Roeflame might suppose it was, having long outgrown the cat she used to be, the apprentice fresh out from the wing of Cinderfrost.
Now, the tabby finds herself at the head of an early morning hunting patrol, the formerly rain-soaked soil beneath her paws encased in frost that had yet to be melted by the distant sun.
As the patrol nears the rockier terrain of their river-front territory, there is a sudden thump from somewhere behind her. Unaware of the slick ground underfoot, Roeflame whirls around just in time to catch a glimpse of a clanmate picking themselves off from the frozen ground before the amber pelted tabby would go sliding herself, forepaw sweeping out from under her and sending a still-sore shoulder creaking.
Luckily, the warrior manages to save herself from a nasty fall, but is still sent twirling without a touch of grace.
"Woah!" She gasps, claws finally fastening herself to a still.
Was leafbare already so desperate to get here?
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[Flamestar]

Unlike her clanmates who had stayed home, Flamewhisker was accustomed to the ice that now laid under their paws. Leafbare had just been a couple weeks ago for her, having dealt with plenty of ice and snow for countless days. At least here in the forest they were being slowly acclimated to the bitter cold....in the mountains, it had merely been a slap to the face. If they didn't see snow this leaf bare, she would be alright. The traveling group had experienced enough snow for the season.

She watched as one of their clanmates went sliding, then Roeflame following shortly after. The lead warrior let out a chuckle, and lashed her tail teasingly. "Don't have your ice paws on yet huh?" she called out, her own steps along the terrain slower and more careful. One paw step wrong in the mountains meant potentially falling great lengths, and potentially death.
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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormpaw & Falconpaw
  — 26 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​

 

[freckleflame]

freckleflame, arguably, is built for leafbare. as the mantle of chill creeps forward, her fur thickens, poofs like a protective cloud around her recovering figure. their short stint into starvation had yet to cease its hold on her ribs, but no one would be any the wiser ; it shields her, brings her warmth at night.. but with her paw to starclan, she couldn’t stand it any more than her peers. stepping into the undergrowth, she can’t help but grimace, cringing in on herself as frost pulls at mottled pawpads. if she hadn’t been awake enough before, she certainly was now — the shock riots up her arm, tingles in her shoulder, and that was only the first step. they were heading towards the riverfront today and the woman loathed to be reminded of just how cold that rocky shore was.

the trees grow sparser and gives way to damp sand, watery where the frost had given way to early morning sun and steadily lapping waters. daylight gleams from its reflective surface and her attention draws to it, it’s gleaming rivulets bursting with orange - yellow light. pretty — the waters had always been so pretty, despite how much colder the air had grown as they reached its side. freckleflame steps towards sunningrocks with her eyes still glued on moving waters, on the shore just behind. no riverclanners to cringe her sympathy for when they ascend the cool depths.

she’d like to say it’s a surprise when grounded paws are no longer on the ground. there is no chance for her, not really — the sound of frantic scrabbling against the ice below and a yelped, ” foxd — ! “ is all that can be heard before she is crashing to the ground and temporarily winded. wide eyes had yet to even blink when she watches chaos unfold : roeflame tosses her head back upon the solid thump of the molly's body against the ground and scrabble to keep herself upright. she struggles and grasps at the ground for life, and suddenly, freckleflame can breathe again.

her coat is white with frost, damp at the ends where she lies on the ground collecting herself ; slow, she starts to giggle. woah! the molly exclaims and flamewhisker chimes in, calling over her shoulder. with a giant snort, the tortoiseshell bursts into a fit of laughter, squishing her chin to her chest and wrinkling her nose against it. she feels like a youth, playing in the powder snow before prey grows scarce, hey, shes got better ice paws than most! leafbares a pain in the tail.. in mine at least. “ there is a pang at her flank, but she couldn’t tell if it was from her fall or the guffaws now unstoppable from her grinning maw. she lifts herself onto fluffy elbows, grimacing against the groan of movement. she’d be sore, but the chill was.. nice. a bite to her paws, a briskness not yet too much. leafbare was oncoming, but the forest granted them a steady enough transition — seaglass eyes glint playfully at roeflame where she stands rigid. mischief blows her pupils, ” not a pity fall or nothin’, huh? now why would ya want to miss out on allllll this — “

the woman flips onto her belly and, still crouched low, aims to shake the remnants of water and mush from her fur, sending it spattering her fellow warrior. if successful, she would puff her fur and stand stiffly, skipping a tail - length away with an arched back and wide, excited eyes. ears pinned in preparation.. for what, she didn’t quite know. a slap of ice to the face, maybe — if roeflame was feeling lucky.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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• 𖦹 . LESBIAN. SINGLE, CRUSHES EASILY. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK. FOURTEEN MOONS. NAMED A WARRIOR 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORED UNDER WOLFWIND, PENNED BY ANTLERS !!!
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. fire - forged, smoldering ; shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over a well - toned form.
  
  in warriorhood she has grown to full, hulking height ; unspecified maine coon heritage born of sunfreckle's kittypet background shows itself in large, round paws and tufted, long - furred toes set upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. freckleflame is broad shouldered and square - jawed, wild cheek fur like the blazing edges of a red sun — a hulking, thick - furred thunderclan warrior, forever blaze - kissed. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers, all while bearing a wide, bright - eyed grin.
  
  ——— ˙⋆ — prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.
  
  

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[BURNSTORM]

Being on a patrol right now with Roeflame, Flamewhisker, and Freckleflame was, admittedly, pretty nice. Leaf-bare is right around the corner he can see it in the way frost covers the ground when they awake in the morning, he can feel it in the way the air grows colder, more crisp. His own pelt is starting to thicken and soon he would be sporting his thick winter fur. It would help him to stay warm in the coming moons, but he would stick out like a sore toe in the alabaster landscape that he has no doubt the territories will be painted in. Still though, he would much rather deal with the cold than the heat. Green-leaf could be nearly unbearable at times and there are moments where he often wished he was a RiverClanner, for nothing else other than the fact that the water that they splashed around in looked so cool, so refreshing.

The group makes there way to sunning rocks, slowly moving through the forest to the border they share with their fish-eating neighbors and for a moment, he casts his gaze to the other side of the river, half expecting an opposing patrol to materialize from the bushes like they sometimes did. So distracted he is looking across the river that he doesn't notice when Freckleflame looses her footing, not until she is shouting in surprise. He jumps, startled and half expecting to turn around and see a RiverClanner, an ambush to take back the rocks ThunderClan had claimed. He turns just in time to watch Roeflame go down too.

"Are you two alright?" he asks, but his voice is laced with laughter as he comes to stand next to Flamewhisker.

// apprentice tag @FALCONPAW.

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[ROEFLAME .]

ROEFLAME — I fell in love with the fire long ago.

Don’t have your ice paws yet, huh?
Rounded optics flicker to Flamewhisker, to Freckleflame who flails on the ground, nose tucked into flame-kissed fur.
Her other fallen comrade begins to giggle, laughter bubbling in Roeflames own throat.
Finally, it bursts into a snowball of unstoppable laughter from where the cinnamon tabby still wobbly stands, head thrown back as she looks at the situation from an outside gaze.
"Thunderclans finest!" She purrs in Flamewhiskers direction.
While hazed optics are focused on Flamewhisker, Roeflame doesn’t notice the lethal glint of mischief Freckleflame now possessed, not until cinnamon fur is suddenly stained with bronze droplets as she is just about rained on.
There is a surprised gasp from Roeflame as the sudden ambush sends her insecure stance teetering right over the edge, landing the warrior square on her ass.
"Freckleflame! You’re supposed to be a role model now, look at what you’re teaching our youth!" She lightly scolds, gesturing her head in Falconpaw and Burnstorms direction.
Yet, she’d spare the duo a devilish wink before launching her own attack, a forepaw skimming the surface of the ground and collecting all the sludge made in the warriors stumbling, Roeflame would aim to send it flying right in Freckleflames direction.

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