The day begins like any other. The cooling crisp air of the beginning of leaf-fall is a welcoming feeling when Frostmoth rises before the sun for dawn patrols. As is typical of the deputy, he emerges from the reed-woven dens before any of his other clanmates. He runs throught the various necessary tasks and chores that will need to be done today in preparation for leaf-fall growing closer to leaf-bare. The fish are still swimming well and RiverClan's borders are especially strong thanks to the bolstering efforts following the first gathering. He grimaces to think that the other clans may not be so lucky, both because he doesn't wish against the prosperity of others and because they might be more inclined to go the dishonest way of ShadowClan and resort to stealing.
And speaking of ShadowClan, Frostmoth casts his gaze toward the medicine cat den. Jinglemoon and Rainpaw are likely to need help gathering herbs. Frostmoth doesn't have the first idea of what they will need in the thinning of resources in the coming months. They'd done a good enough job restocking their stores after the heist thanks to the charity of SkyClan and to the sheer efforts of foraging patrols, but now they had another thing to worry about. He sighs. Doesn't it seem like there is always something to be worries about? Frostmoth figures that he should see if Jinglemoon is stirring with the dawn sun, hoping he might be able to see what he needs before organizing the dawn patrols.
When he pokes his head quietly inside the den, Jinglemoon is still resting lightly, but he realizes with a pang that the other nest- the one that belongs to Rainpaw- is empty. He blinks in the dawn-faded light, hoping that his eyes are deceiving him, but there is indeed nothing there except for reeds, moss, and bracken. Frostmoth pulls himself back into camp, reeling slightly. In an attempt not to jump to conclusions, he tracks across camp to the apprentices' den. Perhaps Rainpaw has just taken up a nest with her siblings...? But when he looks inside the den of sleeping trainees, she isn't there among them either. Now, he thinks, it's time to panic.
Frostmoth thrusts himself backward out of the den and raises a caterwaul: "Has anyone seen Rainpaw?! She's gone missing!" Frostmoth's first thought is that she has been taken by ShadowClan. Or worse, snuck out and gotten herself killed.
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★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 21 moons
— penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
— longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
— peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
- penned by carat!
