- Dec 9, 2022
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// !!! big tw for drowning !!!
greypool will not survive this thread even if the patrol is able to get her out of the ice quickly - however, feel free to have your character powerplay finding a thin spot to pull her out!
She's been a RiverClanner as long as she could remember, and Frostpaw for at least half that time. Apparently she and her siblings hadn't been born to RiverClan, but taken in back when prey was plentiful, raised among the reeds and streams. A new generation. And, as such, Frostpaw likes spending time by the river their Clan had been named for - just beside it, not so much in the current. Especially in weather like this, when it's so cold she thinks her pawpads might fall off and her breath mists pearlescent in the dawn-washed air. She's named for this weather, just like all her littermates are named for something indicative of the season-cycle-
Crack! Frostpaw looks up, green eyes narrowing. Where had Greypool gone? There's a distinct lack of her mentor up on the ridge. Maybe she'd be able to see from the same spot ... It takes a heartbeat when she crests the top of the outlook, but in the lightening morning Frostpaw sees a dark shape clawing at the underside of the ice. For a terrifying second she thinks it's a fox, or some twoleg monster, but her breath chokes in a gasp when she realises that the shape is Greypool. Frostpaw shudders all over. I didn't even know the ice was still that thin...
"Help! Greypool's stuck in the ice!" She wails, hoping to catch the attention of her Clanmates on the early patrol. The riverside blurs past Frostpaw as she skids down the slope, careful not to stand directly on the same place that Greypool had fallen in through. The current has started to tug her mentor downstream so Frostpaw follows, crossing onto the ice, claws scrabbling uselessly for a place to get the grey-furred she-cat free as she's tugged downstream in its sluggish current. Her mentor's struggling on the other side is slowing down ... but the clatter of pawsteps approaching gives her hope.
greypool will not survive this thread even if the patrol is able to get her out of the ice quickly - however, feel free to have your character powerplay finding a thin spot to pull her out!
She's been a RiverClanner as long as she could remember, and Frostpaw for at least half that time. Apparently she and her siblings hadn't been born to RiverClan, but taken in back when prey was plentiful, raised among the reeds and streams. A new generation. And, as such, Frostpaw likes spending time by the river their Clan had been named for - just beside it, not so much in the current. Especially in weather like this, when it's so cold she thinks her pawpads might fall off and her breath mists pearlescent in the dawn-washed air. She's named for this weather, just like all her littermates are named for something indicative of the season-cycle-
Crack! Frostpaw looks up, green eyes narrowing. Where had Greypool gone? There's a distinct lack of her mentor up on the ridge. Maybe she'd be able to see from the same spot ... It takes a heartbeat when she crests the top of the outlook, but in the lightening morning Frostpaw sees a dark shape clawing at the underside of the ice. For a terrifying second she thinks it's a fox, or some twoleg monster, but her breath chokes in a gasp when she realises that the shape is Greypool. Frostpaw shudders all over. I didn't even know the ice was still that thin...
"Help! Greypool's stuck in the ice!" She wails, hoping to catch the attention of her Clanmates on the early patrol. The riverside blurs past Frostpaw as she skids down the slope, careful not to stand directly on the same place that Greypool had fallen in through. The current has started to tug her mentor downstream so Frostpaw follows, crossing onto the ice, claws scrabbling uselessly for a place to get the grey-furred she-cat free as she's tugged downstream in its sluggish current. Her mentor's struggling on the other side is slowing down ... but the clatter of pawsteps approaching gives her hope.