- Aug 10, 2022
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The chill in the air is biting, and bits of snow have begun to flutter from swollen purple-gray clouds. Iciclefang tilts her head, fur fluffing up and causing her to look comically different from her oft-sleek appearance. She offers a silent prayer to StarClan that the snow is only a bit of flurries, that she won’t have to worry about a snowstorm. Not yet, anyway—she fears what they may discover in the mountains.
A she-cat with a thicker pelt than she catches her eye, mostly-white but speckled with fire and shadow. She tastes the vague scent rolling off of her—piney and strange, SkyClan, unmistakably. “I’m wishing I had your pelt up here,” she says, studying the younger girl. And she is young—younger even than Mosspaw, she realizes. “How long have you been an apprentice for?” She has seen other near-kits on this journey—sent from WindClan, though that’s no surprise—but far be it from her to coddle these cats. They had the -paw behind their names now, and they were expected to act like warriors-in-training, in her mind.
After a heartbeat, she asks, “Who is your mentor? Are they here, too?”
A she-cat with a thicker pelt than she catches her eye, mostly-white but speckled with fire and shadow. She tastes the vague scent rolling off of her—piney and strange, SkyClan, unmistakably. “I’m wishing I had your pelt up here,” she says, studying the younger girl. And she is young—younger even than Mosspaw, she realizes. “How long have you been an apprentice for?” She has seen other near-kits on this journey—sent from WindClan, though that’s no surprise—but far be it from her to coddle these cats. They had the -paw behind their names now, and they were expected to act like warriors-in-training, in her mind.
After a heartbeat, she asks, “Who is your mentor? Are they here, too?”
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iciclekit.iciclepaw. iciclefang
— she/her ; warrior of riverclan
— lesbian ; single
— short-haired tortoiseshell with white and ice-blue eyes
— “speech”, thoughts, attack
— penned by Marquette
— chibi by Pin