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The crunch of frosted foliage underfoot was pleasant to the ears despite the way it stung fleshy paw pads. Cold was not a welcome sensation, especially with fur so thin as hers... but then again, most of RiverClan could relate. And what with the river freezing over, a good majority of them were out of their element. In short, she was lucky not to have been born in such isolating conditions but...
There were some that weren't... and despite it all, seemed to be thriving. Her company for the morning was one of such luck, a protégé in every sense of the term. Surely, she stood as an example of what every RiverClanner should strive for in their own children, a model for the future. And yet... Lichentail still found herself worrying. Iciclefang was a smart girl, she made up for her lack of sheer brawn with her brains and had done well enough to see herself a respected member of the council so young but there had been signs of her priorities, her morality, that left questions. Was there, perhaps, negatives to being so closed off as to live in a clan your whole life? She thought, briefly, about her own experiences, about how her formative years may've made her more prone to impatience... how her own parents' misgivings about having children encouraged her frustrations with kittens herself... but at the very least she could acknowledge that not everyone outside of RiverClan existed only to hurt them.
"I don't think I've heard your perspective on the journey yet," she comments into the softly singing air, alive with the hum of insects that insisted on surviving as well, "Did you learn anything, exploring outside of RiverClan for the first time? Was it what you thought it'd be?" She is still young enough to not be stuck in her ways... and the deputy had a lot of hope for her development with time and exposure. They were not close and so she could not assume the role of a mentor figure (besides, Smokestar was plenty) but still, encouraging that kind of introspection nagged at her as another duty, even if self-imposed.
"Being a lead warrior will probably ask you to call on those experiences a lot... I know I've had to with other things. The Great Battle... times before that even."
The clan had largely been made aware of her courtship to Hazecloud (by force, the blue lynx point thought sourly) but there was a far more ingrained history there than many were likely aware of. It extended to the colonies, when they'd have other names, rounder faces as signs of their youth then, scar-less and full of hot-air. Not so much unalike the stony molly she wandered with now.
"It's a good thing," she reassures abruptly, reminded of how many times she'd been poked at for her skills in trees, amongst birds. "Though I imagine your experience to be more complicated." It had been a necessity of a different breed. A star-sent mission rather than a reality that demanded isolated survival from birth.
-- @iciclefang
WELL IF YOU WANT MY BLOOD I'LL MAKE SO MUCH BLOOD
THAT YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING DROWN