Iciclefang had never trusted Swiftfire. In her opinion, it had been folly to allow rogues into their Clan, especially so soon after they'd usurped RiverClan's hunting grounds. She'd kept a marked distance from the other queen during their shared stay in the nursery, had made it a point to isolate her kits from Swiftfire's, but never would she have guessed the she-cat would have coupled with a rogue who had bloodied his claws with the life of her Clanmates'.
This kit is hardly riverborn. Iciclefang stares at Roepaw now. He is alone. His father is dead, killed by Beefang; his mother is gone, chased from the home she never belonged in. He has no claim to these lands, to the fish that keep him well-fed, to the stars he claims to worship at night.
Did Swiftfire even teach him that? She was a rogue herself. Iciclefang's fur tingles. She remembers the way she'd felt when the other she-cat had been exposed — remembers the thud! of her own heart, the way her Clanmates had bristled.
But she was riverborn. Her kits had claim to this land. And besides, she had coupled with a cat she'd journeyed with, a cat who fought nobly for her own Clan — not some starless murderer.
Her justifications feel hollow, even to herself, but she approaches Roepaw with them ringing in her ears. Iciclefang settles beside the young tom, her blue eyes half-lidded as she stares at him. "You look tired. Beefang has been keeping you busy, hasn't she?"
This kit is hardly riverborn. Iciclefang stares at Roepaw now. He is alone. His father is dead, killed by Beefang; his mother is gone, chased from the home she never belonged in. He has no claim to these lands, to the fish that keep him well-fed, to the stars he claims to worship at night.
Did Swiftfire even teach him that? She was a rogue herself. Iciclefang's fur tingles. She remembers the way she'd felt when the other she-cat had been exposed — remembers the thud! of her own heart, the way her Clanmates had bristled.
But she was riverborn. Her kits had claim to this land. And besides, she had coupled with a cat she'd journeyed with, a cat who fought nobly for her own Clan — not some starless murderer.
Her justifications feel hollow, even to herself, but she approaches Roepaw with them ringing in her ears. Iciclefang settles beside the young tom, her blue eyes half-lidded as she stares at him. "You look tired. Beefang has been keeping you busy, hasn't she?"
- ooc: @Roepaw
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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.
