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[Damselflyfrost]

DAMSELFLYFROST

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DAMSELFLYFROST — RIVERCLAN WARRIOR

A pale-bodied seal point with striking blue eyes. He moves with a swanlike grace and confidence, each movement decisive without calculation. In public, he is kind and affable, a friendly face around RiverClan — but in private Damselflyfrost becomes much colder. Harshly critical, selfish, and yet self-loathing, her tongue can become as sharp as her claws in the right circumstance.

14 moons old | He / She | Bisexual
Antlion x Unknown | Sibling to Dragonflyflame
Mentored by Silverspirit | Mentoring none
"Speech" & Thoughts
Biography | Toyhouse

It's a dim morning. Clouds blanket the sky in gloomy gray; even dawn's light cannot needle through them, try though it might. Leafbare's chill has finally conquered the sky itself, it seems. Damselflyfrost wakes in the comfort of the warrior's den, warm and alive despite the frigid cold, and as clear blue eyes lift to the sky she realizes she is in for a treat.

Snow descends in fat, slow flakes, blanketing the earth in a white gossamer. The warrior's lips part and she drinks in the chill; its crisp, watery scent, the way it opens up her nose and throat with such harshness. It's a little intoxicating, she thinks; she hasn't seen snowfall since living at the docks, and even then it never truly stuck to the damp wood. She grows more alive in her nest. Damselflyfrost glances over her shoulder, trying to gauge who else might be stirring awake, blue eyes glinting with vim.

She lands on a familiar form as white as the newly-falling snow. Damselflyfrost cranes her neck forward so his clanmate might hear him whisper, "Crescentmoon! Crescentmoon, look!" His pitch-pointed tail flicks towards the den's mouth. "It's snowing." When he glances back at the other, a coy smile has relaxed into the curve of his muzzle and his eyes, wide and clear, have acquired an impish squint. Such an exciting event ought not be spent alone. His head tilts enticingly forward by a single degree. "Walk with me?"

Without waiting particularly long for an answer, Damselflyfrost rises to his paws, takes a single shivering stretch, and departs the den, glancing back a single time to ensure Crescentmoon follows.

@Crescentmoon

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[Crescentmoon]

CRESCENTMOON

PEARL DIVER, DIVE, DIVE, DIVE, DEEPER

☆xRIVERCLAN WARRIORx|| 16 MOONS ☆ ​

☆ ADDER X WAVESONG | littermates with Rushingtide
☆ Mentored by Willowburn
☆ A mild mannered albino child, fur carries a permenant wave from growing up at the shipyard. Currently growing into her inherited anger while dealing with frustration for feeling behind in comparison to his peers.
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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Memory is a fickle thing, Crescentmoon can't recall a time where the snow had ever been so stark. The sand at the shipyard would grow frosty but the oceans water lapped away any chance of true snow fall. The dock was slippery, yet no where near as icy as the ground here. She can't say she particularly minds the change in weather, though not fond of the sunny days as they burned such fragile pink eyes. These gloomier days though, they were tolerable to the frequently moody warrior. Stretching out in his thread bare nest he huffs, knowing that she should probably go find some stray reeds or really any materials he could get his paws on. That wouldn't do, no not at all while the weather seemed to grow colder by the day.

Detangling a matt from his chest in the quiet hours of the early daybreak she finds a tranquil peace. Even though Damselfryfrost breaks it with the feverish whispering she can't fault him for it. Not when she felt trapped between catching blue eyes, not with how coy that smile was. Attention was a fickle thing for him, finding it an uncomfortable thing yet something he yearned for all the same. Today it seemed that Damselflyfrost was willing to feed a starving creature such as himself. Digging claws into his nest to steady himself he pushes herself up, glancing over to the maw of the den and staring at the falling snow. "It's pretty" She remarks with a forced casualness, seeking to keep the conversation growing but not sociable enough to keep it up.

The tilt of his head is enough to give him pause, to think that she might be good enough at trying to keep the conversation going. The invitation is met with a bitten back smile, chewing on his cheek so she wouldn't be left smiling too wide. This is what they were after, getting closer with their denmates. It felt a little easier with the point now by her side since he didn't notice if she was ever judgmental towards his slow climb to finally being able to claim the title of warrior. "Sure, I think that would be nice" he couldn't claim to have the confidence required to utter that there would be nothing she would like more. This will do though, this is nice.

"I hear that every snowflake is unique" he meows conversationally as he paces to catch up. He wasn't that far behind her but she hated the feeling of falling behind again, even if that was for something as petty as a walk between friends. "Do you think it's possible to catch them?" That might be nice, to claim something together to remember one of the first snowfalls of the season. Maybe that was a little sentimental but he swore that his ma collected memories of her times spent with others. That sentimentality must have rubbed off on him over the moons.