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“I killed a rogue,” the apprentice had said, and how strange his voice had been, like a riverstone flattened and smoothed over years. Iciclefang had not had time to consider what her apprentice had said—the news of both her leader’s death and her littermate’s had rocked her to her core, had left her defenseless—but now she steals toward the apprentice’s den to rouse her protégé. The sun is barely over the horizon, and dawn is gray and cold. There’s frost on the reeds when she parts through them, heading for the river which is quickly becoming too cold to swim in for long.
“Tell me about the rogue you killed,” she prompts, sitting beside the river’s edge. Her pale eyes are trained fastidiously on Cicadapaw, expression blank. She shows no disbelief, no disapproval, no disappointment—only a kind of flat curiosity. “I want to know how you did it. So tell me what happened.”
Did he have so much potential for combat already? She studies him openly, critically. He’s thin, too thin, and lanky, still so far from growing completely into the shell he’d inherited from Cicadastar. He’s a vivid reminder of the leader who’d guided RiverClan since before she was kitted, and sadness tugs at her heart, sadness she quickly shoves away with a blunt paw. The soft part of her wants to offer condolences to him, but another part knows it will only detract from their lesson today.
“Tell me about the rogue you killed,” she prompts, sitting beside the river’s edge. Her pale eyes are trained fastidiously on Cicadapaw, expression blank. She shows no disbelief, no disapproval, no disappointment—only a kind of flat curiosity. “I want to know how you did it. So tell me what happened.”
Did he have so much potential for combat already? She studies him openly, critically. He’s thin, too thin, and lanky, still so far from growing completely into the shell he’d inherited from Cicadastar. He’s a vivid reminder of the leader who’d guided RiverClan since before she was kitted, and sadness tugs at her heart, sadness she quickly shoves away with a blunt paw. The soft part of her wants to offer condolences to him, but another part knows it will only detract from their lesson today.
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