- Aug 9, 2023
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The river had never been Dipperfrost's enemy before. Sure, it was unpredictable at times—swollen with new-leaf rain one day, glassy and still the next—but she had always felt at home beside it. Today, though, the river seemed to have a personal vendetta against her.
Her first mistake had been stepping onto a slick, algae-coated rock without testing it. Her second mistake had been lunging after the fish she spotted instead of finding her footing first. And her third mistake—well, that had been assuming she'd recover gracefully.
With a loud splash, she plunged chest-deep into the frigid water, sending her intended catch darting downstream in a flash of silver. Gritting her teeth, she dug her claws into the riverbed and hauled herself back onto the shore, her thick fur clinging to her like a second skin.
For a moment, she just stood there, dripping, watching the water swirl where the fish had escaped. Then she exhaled sharply through her nose and shook herself out, sending a spray of droplets into the air. "…Right." Her tail flicked as she surveyed the river again, lips pulled back in a slight snarl, as if daring it to mock her. "One of us is going to win today."
She stepped back to try again, stubborn as ever, oblivious—or perhaps just pretending not to notice—if anyone had witnessed her less-than-graceful performance.
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Dipperfrost is a tall, slender she-cat with a white coat broken by blue tabby patches, a tuft of curls atop her head, and a star-shaped marking on her forehead. Her brilliant blue eyes—one flecked with a yellow starburst—are often half-lidded, lending her a distant, unreadable expression. Quiet and observant, she speaks with purpose, choosing honesty over comfort and control over chaos. Her aloof demeanor and measured composure make her difficult to approach, but for those who earn her trust, she is fiercely loyal. Though cynical and pragmatic, she remains a steady, unshaken presence, ever watchful of the world around her.
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