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"Be mindful as we pass WindClan's border, now," she murmurs to Pinepaw. The two tortoiseshells take the lead, nearly a mirror of one another, save for the younger's stockier build, bush-like fur, and glimmering golden eyes. Iciclefang takes a few moments to admire the strength in her daughter's stride, the muscles rippling beneath her pelt — she will rarely say it, but she is proud of how far her apprentice has come in the past few moons she's been under her tutelage.
She twists, fixing the rest of her patrol with a calm blue-eyed look. "They aren't likely to give us trouble, with so many of their cats sick. But I will never put it past them." She had been present, after all, the first time Weaselclaw had assaulted Smokestar over the rabbit he'd chased over the bridge. No matter the leader of either of their Clans, no matter the season, no matter the tempered personalities at each Clans' helm, Iciclefang will never trust a patrol on this border to go smoothly.
"In fact, if you —" She pauses, her ears beginning to flatten against the back of her skull. "Wait. Halt." Her paws have dipped into errant water, water that has risen too-high. The bridge she'd caught the rabbit on before Weaselclaw had attacked her mentor — it's been consumed by the water.
"Well." Something uneasy stirs in her belly, though her expression remains neutral, her voice cracking with dry humor: "I guess none of us will be crossing that."
She twists, fixing the rest of her patrol with a calm blue-eyed look. "They aren't likely to give us trouble, with so many of their cats sick. But I will never put it past them." She had been present, after all, the first time Weaselclaw had assaulted Smokestar over the rabbit he'd chased over the bridge. No matter the leader of either of their Clans, no matter the season, no matter the tempered personalities at each Clans' helm, Iciclefang will never trust a patrol on this border to go smoothly.
"In fact, if you —" She pauses, her ears beginning to flatten against the back of her skull. "Wait. Halt." Her paws have dipped into errant water, water that has risen too-high. The bridge she'd caught the rabbit on before Weaselclaw had attacked her mentor — it's been consumed by the water.
"Well." Something uneasy stirs in her belly, though her expression remains neutral, her voice cracking with dry humor: "I guess none of us will be crossing that."
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ooc: @Pinepaw ⭒, @swirldance ✶, @CLOUDPAW, @willowroot, @Echopaw~
[the patrol gets cut short when they see the water levels have risen, nearly swallowing the bridge] -
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Iciclekit.Iciclepaw. Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
— “speech”, thoughts, attack
— 28 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
— mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
— riverclan lead warrior.mudpeltx 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.