Territory ISN'T IT SOBERING? ☾⋆⁺₊ FROSTMOTH

[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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The slight sliver of fish scales barely avoids sharp claws. There is a certain patience today that Crescentmoon is lacking, making the act of hunting feel like an impossible task. Still she is perched by the riverbank, nearly falling into the river itself with how she is balanced. Beyond camp and hoping to be in the quiet, surely no one will notice his awkward if not a little risky teetering between dry and wet that she is currently accomplishing. Fluffy tail swipes and lashes in frustration as his ears flatten to kiss the grooves of a fur covered skull.

His paw, damp with countless failed attempts, hovers over the rushing currents of the bitter river water. Jaw tense and brows pinched into concentration as he looks for any signs of life below the murky water. Instead of catching fish though he notices the shift of a shadow across the distorted water specks, far enough to not be right next to him but approaching nontheless. Paw still hovering over the water, aching from how he tenses the muscles them. Her head whips to the side, catching the dual pelt of Frostmoth. It only deepens the scowl she holds, in this moment he reflects his father well, carrying the same tension and tired demeanor akin to a cat burning out at both ends. There were few cats she would be upset at for finding him alone like this, unfortunately for the pair of them the deputy is at the top of that short list.

"Why are you out here?" It's spoken frostily, though not hostile. No, she has been careful of staying civil when within his presence even if she wasn't his biggest fan. It was just easier to avoid this particular clanmate, it had become an art for him. Usually pretty good at it, though fate holds other plans in this late afternoon day. "You scared the fish" a blatant lie, since the lack of fish by his side really signals the lack of success he is carrying under his metaphorical belt.

// @Frostmoth

 

[Frostmoth]

Leaf-bare has barely arrived, yet it seems like it is already baring down its unforgiving nature on RiverClan. The edges of the river have begun to ice in some places, the snow showers have been picking up day by day, and hunting patrols have been coming back with less fish in their paws. Frostmoth can only hope that it doesn't get any worse from here. Still, that does not stop the deputy from restlessly going to the river whenever possible. He tries to make ends meet on his own. He goes alone, and he typically finds himself alone on the riverbank, too.

Although when he breaks through the trees, he notices that there is a white-furred cat sitting over the river where there is usually no one else. Frostmoth stops for a few long moments, watching Crescentmoon feebly try to fish something up. It's a bad omen. Frostmoth almost pities him. The deputy tries to approach without startling the warrior, who seems to notice him soon enough.

Frostmoth does not recoil when Crescentmoon's unforgiving opalescent gaze snaps toward him. Ever since that dreadful night a few moons ago, both Crescentmoon and Rushingtide had held the deputy in contempt. He expects as much. But when the young warrior snaps at him, he suddenly finds that it feels like she's pressing on an open nerve. "I live here," Frostmoth replies coldly, but winces when he hears the returned ice toward Crescentmoon. As if trying to revise his own answer out of guilt, he replies again: "I was just coming to hunt. To... Prepare for winter."

A childish part of him prickles when Crescentmoon states that he scared away the fish. Frostmoth nearly retorts to defend himself, but abstains. It would be too easy to rub salt into Crescentmoon's wounds if he wanted to. He figures that the fish are not what's bothering her anyhow. "I'll fish downstream," he resigns himself, tucking his chin toward his chest in something of a withholding gesture. Frostmoth feels shame burning under his coat and turns to walk downriver. "Best of luck with your catches," he murmurs, though there isn't much warmth being held in his voice.

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 25 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!

 

[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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"Prepare for winter" she repeats with a scoff, giving up on trying to look for fish right now. Tense paw rests against the earth of the riverbank as he moves back from it. Trying to knead the aching ivory paw against the powdered ground, in a feeble attempt to push the cramp out from taking over his muscles. "We might have an easier time with more paws" the remark is thrown belly up at Frostmoth's paws. A challenge, a reminder, a neatly wrapped present of a childs anger and grief. He doubts that Frostmoth is stupid enough to think himself and her littermate had forgotten what he caused, though this remark should cement their resentment entirely. "I guess it doesn't matter though, hm?" Tilting his head to the side he stares blankly through the deputy.

It should be good that Frostmoth resigns himself, that he is willing to take the higher rode of maturity and leave the situation. That would be too easy wouldn't it? Is that what both of them want? A winter where tensions were already going to be high to be worse for them? Crescentmoon sees a coward retreating, unable to handle her anger now that she was old enough to think he could brandish it without being seen as too childish. "No by all means, come fish with me Frostmoth." He warbles with twitching whiskers, raising to his paws to follow behind the deputy as he turns. "Maybe if you catch enough fish you'll make up for all the pain you've caused my family." The words are blurted out with a quick paced fashion that his own brain couldn't keep up with. Tongue moving on it's own as her eyes narrow at the retreating form, tail lashing as she herself idles and remains still.

"So do you regret it yet? Now that we're struggling?" Now that you're struggling. Everyone could see that he has become snappier these days, whenever Crescentmoon struggles, such as today she falters and becomes angrier. One could only assume the same for the deputy, for he is flawed too, is he not?

 

[Frostmoth]

Crescentmoon is cold. Frostmoth cannot expect more from him. Still, his eyes focus for a long time on the tenseness that finds itself in her paws, kneading themselves into the earth as if trying to relieve the buildup of anger into the frozen ground. He winces at her sharp remarks. Frostmoth's tail twitches. He can feel his own limbs growing tense; holding power to drive him backward and away from Crescentmoon. A kitlike part of the deputy wants to turn tail and flee. To avoid the uncomfortableness altogether. But it had been avoidance that brought him here to begin with. That had driven his anger to push Adder. That he had swallowed and transformed into bitterness. And now his bitterness belonged to Crescentmoon, too. It was just in a different flavor.

Frostmoth wordlessly shakes his head as Crescentmoon presses him to stay and fish, dangling it over his head that he might be able to make up for what he's done. Shame and anger mix under his pelt, burning and prickling. The intensity of Crescentmoon's anger is enough for him to know that he is honest, just as Adder had been. That she is, despite the rage there, bearing her heart to him. Frostmoth finds that he wants to leave even more. "I did what I thought I had to," he admits finally. A mournful look crosses his face, but he remembers himself- remembers that this grief does not belong to him- and shakes his head as if to clear it.

"I didn't want him to die," he croaks out after another long pause "I thought I was-" 'doing him a favor.' The truth dies on his tongue. Crescentmoon would be right to throw him into the freezing river and see to his death if he said that. "I thought I was sparing him. I thought I was sparing your family." Frostmoth has to look away. The shame has grown too much inside of his belly. His gaze turns back downriver, hoping Crescentmoon might have enough of him soon enough to let him get back to what he truthfully came here to do.

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 25 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!

 

[Crescentmoon]

CRESCENTMOON

PEARL DIVER, DIVE, DIVE, DIVE, DEEPER

☆xRIVERCLAN WARRIORx|| 17 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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The scoff comes to mind, then to her maw before anything else. A kneejerk reaction, a childish one perhaps but Crescentmoon is feeling particularly indulgent in his childish rage as of late. It waivers ever so slightly, seeing that mournful expression cross the deputies features though he holds himself on a tight leash. Not willing to provide sympathy where she herself believed none was given to that child scared and pleading at that fateful gathering. It's probably just deemed as a stain on Frostmoth's good reputation, a bump in the road. An obsitcal to overcome, he probably doesn't think about the grieving family left behind. About the eldest twins having to care for their grieving mother and mate. All those baby siblings, Frostmoth never really had to worry about burdening himself with looking out for them right? Did he even think about that? "You killed him anyways." He cuts in with a low whisper, easy to trample over but he knew that she held some power here for once and that he would find a way to catch the wind like way she spoke.

"He could have at least been given the opportunity to say goodbye." Would he have even wanted to? Didn't he not want Crescentmoon to see him like that? So who could say he would want Rushingtide, or Wavesong to instead? "He gave everything to this clan! He should have been given that right!" Words pick up in pitch, a rising wave just to crash against the shore and knock everything aside in it's destructive path. In a rageful fit he thinks it would be better to embody that, the desire to break rather than mend rears it's ugly head and she is forced to pull that leash tighter.

"You have damaged my family beyond repair, Frostmoth. I hope you remember that if not anything else." Maybe that was too cynical, Wavesong had been making great bounds as his baby siblings have grown. They themselves would be apprentices soon, seemingly thriving in their ways. The only ones damaged seem to be just herself and Rushingtide, isn't that wonderful? "You have hurt me in ways I can't ever describe." Huffing loudly she expels warm mist from his nostrils, sharp gaze narrowing as he stares at the monochromatic tom. It's unfair to pin all of this on the deputy, there were plenty of players on the board to blame for how that gathering turned out. She could blame herself for not being able to move on, he doesn't though. It hurts less to pin it on someone he can villainize. "I want to hear an apology." She demands with a wavering gasp, tears don't show but he feels his resolve crumbling into sorrow regardless, burning out after such a large explosion.