- Aug 10, 2022
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Dusk gathers gilded at the horizon. The treeline burns, simmers, with long-standing heat. Camp has wound down into a slow bustle. Iciclefang exits the nursery with purpose this evening, straying toward the willow den where Lichenstar is hidden. She's left the kits to their own devices—stars knew they could keep themselves preoccupied now. They're all clumsy paws, leaping bodies, twitching tails; they're unsheathed claws, ready for battle practice, ready to dive into cool, clear riverwater.
And Iciclefang is just as ready, she thinks.
"Lichenstar? May I enter?" Her voice is formal, polite. She waits for any indication that she may intrude before doing so. Their leader is still bandaged and poulticed from her encounter with the beast that had stolen her first life, but StarClan had healed the worst of her wounds. Moonbeam and prayer is all that can tend to the rest of them.
The tortoiseshell queen is quiet for a moment. "How are you feeling?" No matter her feelings on Lichenstar's recent policies, the lynx point is her leader, and Iciclefang's loyalty to her runs deep on principle alone. She hates to see them injured—not when they're at their best bussing about camp, tending to kits and elders and overseeing apprentices' tasks.
"I wanted to talk to you about the kits. I think it's about time they're apprenticed when you're well enough to hold a Clan meeting." She curls her tail around her paws. "They're all getting too big for the nursery now. And I wanted to talk to you..."
She lifts her chin, clearing her throat. "I'd like to take Pinekit as my own apprentice."
And Iciclefang is just as ready, she thinks.
"Lichenstar? May I enter?" Her voice is formal, polite. She waits for any indication that she may intrude before doing so. Their leader is still bandaged and poulticed from her encounter with the beast that had stolen her first life, but StarClan had healed the worst of her wounds. Moonbeam and prayer is all that can tend to the rest of them.
The tortoiseshell queen is quiet for a moment. "How are you feeling?" No matter her feelings on Lichenstar's recent policies, the lynx point is her leader, and Iciclefang's loyalty to her runs deep on principle alone. She hates to see them injured—not when they're at their best bussing about camp, tending to kits and elders and overseeing apprentices' tasks.
"I wanted to talk to you about the kits. I think it's about time they're apprenticed when you're well enough to hold a Clan meeting." She curls her tail around her paws. "They're all getting too big for the nursery now. And I wanted to talk to you..."
She lifts her chin, clearing her throat. "I'd like to take Pinekit as my own apprentice."
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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.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.