NOT THE AMERICAN AVERAGE [ ✶ ] ICICLEFANG

[Graypaw]

With the recent joining of their newest member, Splashpaw, Graykit had noticed quite a few things. First, he had taken notice of how differently everyone treated her. Whether it was with carefully guarded respect or barely disguised disdain, the way everyone acted around her was not the way his clanmates might normally act around an apprentice. She was slowly integrating, slowly day by day becoming an every day part of clan life but Graykit still holds reservations himself. Change is bound to happen he remembers one of the adults saying to him once. But he did not like it, especially when it was something that he could not control. When change occured it was Robinheart moving into the nursery, taking away his favorite napping spot away from the other kits, it was the thought of the other kits moving into the apprentice's den and leaving him behind for a whole moon. It was a stranger in their home.

"Iciclefang?" his small voice calls out to the calico-pelted queen as the other kits run ahead to go an play in the morning sun "Can I ask you something?" he can feel every beat of the heart in his chest as he asks. Not that it was a particularly damning question on his mind, but would she entertain it or would she tell him to mind his own business? "What-uh what are the other clans like?" If there was anyone to ask, it would be his aunt right? She had gone on the great journey with the others, after all. His aunt and his uncle.

// @iciclefang

( ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ) I can feel you leaving

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  GRAYKIT RIVERCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  LILYBLOOM X LAKEMOON BROTHER TO SNOWKIT
  

  A plush coated kitten with a pelt marbled in varying shades of gray and white. He has dull green eyes and a tall stature. Most of his personality can be described as carefree though some also say that unmotivated is a more than apt term. His trust and love is easily won through praise but he will do little work to receive it.

  ✶ easy in battle + no formal training
  

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[iciclefang]

Iciclefang's challenges to Splashpaw's place in RiverClan have not gone unnoticed by the kits she raises. Pinekit has especially taken after her mother, and Graykit, now, ambles closer, his eyes round with curiosity. The other kits scamper into the camp clearing, fur dusty and spiked with play. "Iciclefang?" She looks up from her grooming and gives him an indulgent, heavy smile. "Graykit. Of course. Come here." She flicks her tail, ordering the little blue-gray kit to come nearer. "What are the other Clans like?"

She exhales, knowing what she will say will be important for Graykit. He will come away from this conversation bearing new knowledge, new opinions, all of them weighted with their truth. Iciclefang gives him an absentminded lick to one velvety ear and murmurs, "Well." The tortoiseshell queen shifts in the nest somewhat, as though to make room for Graykit to clamber inside. "ThunderClan lives in the forest across the river. They are big and brave and a little bossy. They demanded Sunningrocks from us and then took them after a long battle." She remembers the moonlight pale on Stormywing's fur, the snow landing lightly on her broad shoulders. "They hunt in thick undergrowth that you and I can't hardly even see through."

She purrs, settling into a rhythm. "WindClan lives on the moorland. They're small and fast and skinny from chasing rabbits all day. They can outrun almost anything." Even a dog. She'll never forget Scorchpaw's sacrifice, the darting flame-streaked hind legs that had saved her life. "SkyClan... they are tree-climbers. Even their kittypet warriors learn to hunt and race through the trees." She thinks of claws hooking into great stone walls, thinks of muscles rippling under wind-blown pelts.

She rests her chin on little Graykit's head. "And ShadowClan..." She runs her tongue around her lips, thoughtful. "ShadowClan hunts at night, so they see better than most of us in the darkness. They're stealthy and sneaky." She adjusts her face so that it's tucked against Graykit's cheek and thinks of Smogmaw, skulking through the debris-ridden darkness.

Iciclefang pauses, then swings her blue gaze back toward Graykit. "But do you know what the best and brightest Clan of all is?"

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

• ooc: —
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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. 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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[Graypaw]

At her beckoning, Graykit draws closer. He lays down next to her, tucking his front feet underneath him as he settles close to her side. Iciclefang is not his mother, he knows, not by birth at least but sometimes he finds himself wishing she was. Lakemoon was enough, how could she not be? But he often finds himself wanting to know the connection that lay between Iciclefang and the kits that were born to her. The thoughts of jealousy leave his mind as a tongue passes over his ear and he closes his eye for a brief moment until she starts to speak, and then he only sees through half-lidded eyes as he listens to her speak. ThunderClan. His eyes widen at the mention of a battle. Sunning rocks, she says and Graykit takes note "One day, when I'm big and strong, I'll win them back for you! For RiverClan! Just wait!" he declares and already his mind is distracted from the original question by the thoughts of battle glory that whirl in his mind like a snowstorm. Thoughts of cats forever remembering him as Graywhateversoundedcoolest, hero of Sunningrocks making his heart jump wildly in his chest until Iciclefang moves on to tell him about how they can manuever easily through the undergrowth and his thoughts are maneuvered back to what had been the original topic.

He blinks sheepishly.

WindClan ruled over the moors, they were fast like rabbits she says and he tries his best to imagine cats racing across an open field, or cats scraping the heavens as they climbed trees like squirrels in SkyClan. It is ShadowClan that draws a reaction from him at last. He wrinkles his nose at the thought of cats slinking about in the night "Are they not afraid of the dark?" he asks with a small whimper, he surely was.

And then she is asking what the best clan is and he turns to look at her, green eyes wide and shining "Which Clan?" he asks, his voice betraying that he already might know, but he wants to hear her say it, to confirm.

( ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ) I can feel you leaving

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  GRAYKIT RIVERCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  LILYBLOOM X LAKEMOON BROTHER TO SNOWKIT
  

  A plush coated kitten with a pelt marbled in varying shades of gray and white. He has dull green eyes and a tall stature. Most of his personality can be described as carefree though some also say that unmotivated is a more than apt term. His trust and love is easily won through praise but he will do little work to receive it.

  ✶ easy in battle + no formal training
  

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[iciclefang]

Lilybloom, if only you could see what fine cats your kits have become. Her heart aches as though bruised as her tongue rasps over Graykit's little ear. "One day, when I'm big and strong, I'll win them back for you! For RiverClan! Just wait!" Iciclefang purrs. "Win them for me? No, little one, I'll be there fighting right beside you. Together, we will take them back from ThunderClan." She watches his little face as she continues her litany, and when she passes over ShadowClan, she feels his body stiffen against her.

"Are they not afraid of the dark?" His voice tilts into a whimper. Iciclefang's eyes narrow. "Not at all. They use the darkness to their advantage, to creep up on prey and other cats." She angles her head to one side. "Actually, no warrior is afraid of the dark," she mews, her tone mild. Perhaps that would show Graykit his fear is foolish.

"Which Clan?" Graykit asks, his green eyes wide, gleaming with excitement. Iciclefang offers her wry, tight little smile toward him and declares, "RiverClan, of course! Your Clan!"

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

• ooc: —
• 
• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 25 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior & queen. 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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[Graypaw]

He smiles when she tells him she'll be fighting right alongside him. He'd like that, he thinks. He and iciclefang and Lakemoon and Snowkit and all of his kin fighting side by side, driving ThunderClanners away from sunning rocks step by step. "And when the fight is over you can show me all the best rocks to sun on!" he says with a purr.

'They use the darkness to their advantage, to creep up on prey and other cats' A shudder ripples through his pelt at her description as he imagines a pair of eyes stalking him through the shadows "They sound like cats with no honor" he murmurs quietly, voice thoughtful. She tells him that no warrior is afraid of the dark, though, and he tries his best to nod solemnly. Perhaps when he is older he will understand this. He could see a multitude of reasons to love the night time, the stars that shine overhead, the moon reflecting off the river's glassy surface, but all of those things pale in comparison to the monsters he envisions dwelling in the dark.

"I'm really glad I was born here" he speaks and as he does, his maw errupts into a furious yawn, but he does not allow his weighted down eyes to close even as he adjusts and settles closer against Iciclefang's flank. "What was she like?" he asks suddenly, voice quieter than before "Lilybloom..." he clarifies "Was she a good warrior?" How similar was he to her, he wondered. When he looked at Lakemoon, he could find the similarities between them but the same could not be said in regards to his other mother. For her, he had no point of reference other than what he had been told.

( ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ) I can feel you leaving

• 
  
  
• 
  GRAYKIT RIVERCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  LILYBLOOM X LAKEMOON BROTHER TO SNOWKIT
  

  A plush coated kitten with a pelt marbled in varying shades of gray and white. He has dull green eyes and a tall stature. Most of his personality can be described as carefree though some also say that unmotivated is a more than apt term. His trust and love is easily won through praise but he will do little work to receive it.

  ✶ easy in battle + no formal training
  

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