private never be so clever you forget to be kind | iciclefang

[robinheart]

Her paws still feel sticky from the crimson ichor that had clung to them. Ruby hues indicative of the war that had raged earlier that day, the injuries sustained in the name of reclamation. Robinheart had washed Pinepaw's blood from her paws twice over, but the weight of it still seems to cling to her. An apprentice… just an apprentice, maimed by a leader.

It sickens her.

Equally so, the medicine cat apprentice feels her chest constrict when she recalls the way the mottled apprentice had spoken to Iciclefang. The anger and tension choking the air around them. Robinheart hadn't the mental capacity to process it; not while she fretted over healing what had been stolen from the child she had watched grow up.

A small fish is presented to Iciclefang as soon as Robinheart found her. She does not know if the lead warrior hungers, for her own stomach turns at the thought of eating, but it seems the best way to begin a conversation with the tortoiseshell. "Pinepaw will be alright. Moonbeam and I will ensure she is cared for and her injury heals," Robinheart murmurs as she stiffly settles beside Iciclefang, offering the molly a sympathetic gaze. "Are you alright?"

She does not wish to pry, but she regards Iciclefang with an air of friendship after all they had gone through in the nursery together. The least she can do is offer support or a listening ear should the lead warrior want one.

@iciclefang

//sorry for the delay. this is day of the battle, before the council thread <3​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[iciclefang]

She is numb, not only from the cold that grips their forest now, but from the fallout from her exposed treachery. Pinepaw is wounded, her eye crusted over with exposed flesh and weeping blood, and she cannot go to her. She had been rebuffed, not only by her daughter, but by the Clan itself. She'd been turned away from Moonbeam's den, and Pinepaw suffers there, needing a mother more than she ever has in her life.

Iciclefang's breath frosts before her muzzle; she is so wrapped up in her own thoughts, so tangled, that she hardly notices Robinheart's approach. The younger she-cat presents her with a fish, but the tortoiseshell can barely stomach the sight of it. She only manages a stiff nod in the medicine cat apprentice's direction. "Thanks."

Robinheart's gentle voice seeks to be salve on Iciclefang's wounds. "Pinepaw will be alright." The mention of her daughter causes Iciclefang to exhale; it's ragged, slow. "She will be. I know. She's strong, stronger than most cats her age." She drags her blue gaze to Robinheart's golden one. "But she has more to recover from than her injury, now," she murmurs. Guilt. Shame. The gaping wound Stormywing had clawed across her children's hearts will take more than herbs to soothe.

She doesn't expect Robinheart's next question. "Are you alright?" Iciclefang stiffens, guarded. "I'm not injured, if that's what you mean." She looks away, back toward the water. Not physically, anyway. But Robinheart had seen the bristle of Pinepaw's fur, the way her daughter had cut her out, and Iciclefang closes her eyes against the memory.

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

• ooc: —
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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 30 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. 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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