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
Leafbare's oppressive cold turns the river sluggish and the land barren. Fish retreat to the deepest depths of the river in hopes of finding a scrap of warmth there; rabbits burrow, birds migrate, even the mice and voles seem to hole up deep underground, protected from the delicate layers of snow that have come to coat the earth. Damselflyfrost imagines herself among the mice, small and cramped and cozy, curled up in a nest of feather down and cat fur, while her paws carry her across the surface with Lavenderpaw in tow.
She is fortunate that Frostmoth had been so amenable to her request to take out his apprentice. It is partly a fraternal sense of duty to his younger peers and partly a selfish wish to know what mentorship might look like that spurs him on their journey along the borders. A young warrior with much to prove still, she craves the mantle of responsibility; her hunting prowess alone would not carry her to greatness. But ambition is not her sole driver. There is still warmth in her eyes when she glances back at the apprentice, still a wish to know her as she wishes to know any clanmate.
They follow the sandy bank, weaving through reeds and rushes, stepping over puddles and pebbles, pace relaxed; for all of the work that Damselflyfrost likes to busy herself with, she is no drill sergeant. It isn't long before the scent of pine sap and molding leaf-litter waft over the river. The pointed warrior glances back at her companion, blue eyes glinting. "We're coming up on Sunningrocks," Damselflyfrost remarks, "so be on the lookout for any ThunderClanners." She wouldn't like any skirmishes today — at least, not when she is responsible for the deputy's apprentice.
Finally the crest of flat stones comes into view. Damselflyfrost feels his heart twang with desire, and he cannot stop himself from lamenting, "Ugh, I wish those were ours!" His breath clouds as he sticks his pink tongue out at the pile of rocks across the bank. "ThunderClan doesn't even need them. They don't get their fur wet every day. And they're probably coating them all in fleas...." He trails off eventually, paws pressing into a particularly large rock on their own side of the river. It's only when he looks up again that he notices Lavenderpaw inching across the stepping stones far closer to ThunderClan's territory than he would have ventured on his own. Damselflyfrost's tail flicks with mild alarm, but he schools himself straight as he calls out, "Careful for ice!" Maybe that would be enough to beckon her back.
@lavenderpaw