no angst TWELVE FEET UNDER ] casual swim

[iciclefang]

She has prepared no lesson for Pinepaw; she has only led her daughter to the river's edge. Sand squishes between her toes, and she sighs, relishing the grit sifting between each pad. StarClan, how I've missed this. She puts a white-dipped paw into the shallow water and a shiver bursts along her spine. Her sleek tortoiseshell fur ripples into waves that mimic the flow of the river. It's delicious, cold. She takes another step and sinks up to her chest in gray-green waves.

"This feels fantastic," she mrrows, flexing her muscles and causing ripples to fray around her. She slips closer to the center of the waterbed, and now she's submerged up to her neck. Her limbs move easily beneath the surface; she churns water with every movement.

I was born to be here.

She closes her eyes and slips beneath the river, letting water flood into her ears, her eyes. She sees nothing but emerald darkness, and she lets herself stay like that, suspended, until her breath runs out.

When she peers back above the water, she's blinking rivulets from her blue eyes and smiling as though she has been revitalized, reborn. "Pinepaw, come on in, will you?"

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

• ooc: apprentice tag @Pinepaw ⭒ but no need to wait!
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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 26 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. 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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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Growing up, the story of her mothers talents as a kit were inescapable, and most likely what truly sparked Pinepaw’s idolization of the lead warrior to begin with. Iciclefang had been a child prodigy, and while Pinepaw had had her pawful of impressive feats while nursery-bound, she was on track to having a completely average early apprenticeship.
It was a mortifying thought, and one that has its talons sunken deep into Pinepaw’s brain as she follows Iciclefang to the shore, pupils narrowing with pleasant surprise and curiosity. She does not follow her mother in quite yet, vivid-painted hues instead merely trailing her. There were moments in time where Pinepaw’s presence would not be welcomed until told, and as she watches her mother dip below the surface, she knows her place is perched at the shore, for now. She is left to realize how natural her mentor looks in the river, like the lead warrior is finally home. Would Pinepaw ever be able to achieve that comfort she so awed?
Iciclefang reappears, Pinepaw meets her mother’s cerulean gaze with an expectant blink, leaning slightly forward.
Pinepaw, come on in, will you?
A smile cracks her expression wide open, “s’it deep?” Pinepaw chimes as she takes a confident first step into the verdant-shaded water, though in an effort to mimic her mothers grace, she tries to keep her movements contained.
Finally, the sandy floor is too low for her to touch, and Pinepaw does a little spin in the water, as though showing Iciclefang how much better her paddle has gotten. “I can’t ’magine not having a river to cool’f in.” Pinepaw comments, her tone a thinly-veiled brag, though she can’t imagine who wouldn’t agree.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FERNGILL]

It was by chance he'd found his sister here, Cragpaw in tow- but it was never a surprise to find Ferngill by the river. His love for swimming flowed through everything he did, everything he was- his name, even, carried that talent within him. It was the one thing Ferngill had always been good at- the one thing he'd been great at, even. In all the lessons he had with Mudpelt, his first outing in the river had been the only time it had all clicked into place immediately, the only time it'd ever just made sense.

He hoped, in his moons of training with Cragpaw to come, that a memory like that would be bestowed upon his nephew too.

His eye brightened upon seeing her there, emerging from the depths with clear eyes. Without wasting a moment, Ferngill waded into the depths too- felt that familiar rush of cool water against his muscles, felt it all embrace him blanket-like. Pinepaw too paddled well, already- it was brilliant to see. Ferngill effortlessly drifted through the water, looking back toward Cragpaw with a grin. "The water's amazing this time of year," he chirped, and his tail flicked beads of water as he beckoned his nephew in, too.

Pinepaw's comment drew a laugh from him, verdant eye crescenting. "And that's why RiverClan is the best," he stated proudly, only half-joking.​

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[CRAGPAW]

He's quickly learning that apprenticeship is exhausting, so much more-so than kit games of pretend patrols have led him to believe. Fatigue weighs him down as he trots after Ferngill as he does daily now, the riverbank coming into view. His weariness seems to dissolve at the sight as he approaches the group. His mother seems so at home in the water, and for a moment he feels ashamed once again for the accident he'd had in his kithood. What a disappointment he must be to have made such a slip-up when Iciclefang cuts through the water like a claw cuts mud.

He watches Pinepaw's cautious approach, ears twitching at her question. It looks deep, if his mother was able to go under. Paws itch with anticipation, suddenly eager to prove himself again. "It looks so refreshing," He agrees with a trill, tail waving behind him. He pads behind Ferngill as his uncle slips into the water and watches in awe as he swims effortlessly, like it's the simplest thing in the world. He wants to be as good as him, one day. The gray and white tom steps closer to the water's edge and takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the plunge as his uncle beckons him in. It would be his first swim since his incident. "I'll try not to embarrass myself too much," He offers playfully with a grin, an impulsive decision to make sure expectations aren't set too high.

He hesitates for a moment, glancing between his sister, mother, and mentor, before finally taking a step into the water. The coolness envelopes his paws and he lets out a small, contented sigh. "This feels pretty great," Cragpaw admits, continuing to wade a little deeper but notably not letting his paws leave the sand. ​

 

[hazecloud]

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"I must've looked just the same." Hazecloud's mew was humored with a kindhearted laugh as she approached the group, watching Iciclefang's kittens take to the water. The deputy herself kept to sunning herself on one of the few stones that remained on RiverClan's side of the shore, waiting until Lichenstar was free from her own duties to rejoice in the cold refreshing currents.

"It's hard to believe we could be away from it so long, isn't it? I would have stayed in until sunset if I could." Nearly eight moons where she couldn't even fish for herself, Hazecloud hadn't truly felt how agonizing that length of time had become until her return to the warrior duties was just a pawstep away.

✿ ———— I'll be your regular mama ✿ ————— And I'll put that gun away

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  Hazecloud
  —⊰⋅ Deputy of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ LH blue smoke with green eyes.
  

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Swimming is the best thing that Riverclan is good at. What they are easily known for besides their diet of fish and any other watery dwellers that they can get their paws on. She of course is the same way. The river has always spoken to her since birth despite her....mother's short comings in expressing just how important it is for her and for the rest of the clan. It's almost instinctually that she knows just how important the river is to the whole can and for that she finds herself cherishing that knowledge. Her pitch colored paws dip against the waves as she watches the others, eyes softer than they normally would be. But given the nature of the scene before her she has no reason to keep a sour face. There are some cats that she looks up to here as well so she keeps her expression soft and docile for the moment. Jaw stretching her muzzle parts to let out a soft yawn that makes her body shiver as she eases her way into the water herself. "I feel like the river is something we should definitely cherish." Without it food becomes scarce as often is shown in leafbare. Land hunting is something that all apprentices should have to learn at some time or another and a skill she has honed herself.

Carefully a smile pulls at her muzzle, one small and barely noticeable as she allows her body to be submerged in waves of lukewarmth. Her amber orbs close and she allows her body to drift then, just being carried slightly with the small current that lingers on the edge of the river. Ferngill is definitely right, this is why Riverclan is the best clan in the forest.​

 

[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• It is a welcome sight to see tortoiseshell fur sunk into the riverways- it suits her, most naturally, to be there where she'd been born and raised. Swimming as happily as a fish, with Ferngill beside her. There is a memory somewhere of this same scene, with the two of them much smaller, freer of burdens, of scars- before the journey had set them on a very different path that would leave them fundamentally different cats. Seeing her tiny reflection in the form of her daughter is heartening, reminded of her own tiny look alike amongst her children.
  
  Hazecloud coos about their mutual suffering with their camp-bound nature as Lichenstar approaches, pressing her shoulder against her mate in greeting as awkwardness clings to her. Perhaps she took for granted, how freely she could access the river... she was not the biggest fan of the way it made her fur cling to her gangly form... made grooming a necessary annoyance. It had been winter. She'd hardly visited at all, mostly for fear of Smokestar's continued rage but... still.
  
  "Nothing to stop... either of you... now," she encourages, nudging the deputy to join her queenly friend and former traveling companions. "Fortunate timing... that you return to duty... at the best part... of the season," she continues, offering Iciclefang a light smile in a sort of quiet 'welcome back.' She'd be lying if she said she hadn't missed the spitfire molly actively working... though her tongue hadn't had half as much restraint.
  
  "They have... big paws to fill," her eyes track to Pinepaw, then the girl's uncle who is most famous for his talent as a swimmer.
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