frigidsnap
PARTING OF THE SENSORY
Her days have been getting longer, even if the sunlight has been waning. The temperatures dip at night, and she swears the air has been so dry that her pawpads have been cracking... But it's not like she'll grovel to their medicine cat for help, anyways. So many things have been on her mind lately, and as horrible as it was, maybe the constant stinging helped her keep out of her head. She's not sure anymore- she's not sure on a lot of things, and she's certainly not sure why she finds herself at the edge of the river, staring out in to the murky depths. Something wicked churns beneath the surface, and she can feel the panic already beginning to seize. She can no longer look and see the pebble floor beneath the waves and it makes her nauseous to think about (and isn't that silly for someone who grew up around water).
She knows Frostmoths pawsteps better than the sea salt of the ocean. She doesn't even have to turn to know its him approaching, but an ear flicks in greeting. The evening sun casts rays of orange against the dark blue depths, sparkles against the ever growing ice. She resists the urge to sigh, all of the culminating stress settling in her lungs. She finally does turn, facing him. Studying him. She steps away from the depth, ignoring the siren call, shrugging it off with a twitch of her tail.
Her words come out blunt, a thought that had been preying on her for far too long now. "Do you think it will be hard?" a childish question, stupid, something that she regrets as soon as it leaves her mouth. She supposes that's what she gets for relaxing around one of the two cats she physically can with. "It will be cruel. Riverclan is unprepared." it's thinly veiled, a test to see how far she could press on the ice that is her siblings. New mouths to feed, new mouths to even train. The nursery still full, too young to know the harsh life of a warrior. How does he feel about it? Is he as frustrated as her? "I wonder what will be done about it." this time, it's not exactly pointed towards him, rather a general statement. She knows Frostmoth is trying his best, and in her opinion thats enough (more than, when it comes to him), but... Are the others? Are they willing to bleed, to starve for the sake of the Clan? For survival in general? She's afraid, worst case scenario, of a potential greed that would fester and rot the inside of Riverclan out. Frigidsnap had always been a bit of an overthinker, obsessive over the worst case scenarios, and for some reason she can't shake the constant feeling of a what if. "Nothing against you, of course." her jaw sets. She feels the need to say that, even if she thinks he knows; she already feels as if she's talked herself in to a hole. "We'll survive." the trio. She'd make sure of it. Her loyalty may not lay rigid with Riverclan, but she knows exactly where it does lie.
She needs to... "Do you want to try to fish?" she ignores the wave of anxiety that washes over her when she suggests it. She needs to make herself useful no matter how sick the river makes her, she's been standing for far too long now not doing anything.
She knows Frostmoths pawsteps better than the sea salt of the ocean. She doesn't even have to turn to know its him approaching, but an ear flicks in greeting. The evening sun casts rays of orange against the dark blue depths, sparkles against the ever growing ice. She resists the urge to sigh, all of the culminating stress settling in her lungs. She finally does turn, facing him. Studying him. She steps away from the depth, ignoring the siren call, shrugging it off with a twitch of her tail.
Her words come out blunt, a thought that had been preying on her for far too long now. "Do you think it will be hard?" a childish question, stupid, something that she regrets as soon as it leaves her mouth. She supposes that's what she gets for relaxing around one of the two cats she physically can with. "It will be cruel. Riverclan is unprepared." it's thinly veiled, a test to see how far she could press on the ice that is her siblings. New mouths to feed, new mouths to even train. The nursery still full, too young to know the harsh life of a warrior. How does he feel about it? Is he as frustrated as her? "I wonder what will be done about it." this time, it's not exactly pointed towards him, rather a general statement. She knows Frostmoth is trying his best, and in her opinion thats enough (more than, when it comes to him), but... Are the others? Are they willing to bleed, to starve for the sake of the Clan? For survival in general? She's afraid, worst case scenario, of a potential greed that would fester and rot the inside of Riverclan out. Frigidsnap had always been a bit of an overthinker, obsessive over the worst case scenarios, and for some reason she can't shake the constant feeling of a what if. "Nothing against you, of course." her jaw sets. She feels the need to say that, even if she thinks he knows; she already feels as if she's talked herself in to a hole. "We'll survive." the trio. She'd make sure of it. Her loyalty may not lay rigid with Riverclan, but she knows exactly where it does lie.
She needs to... "Do you want to try to fish?" she ignores the wave of anxiety that washes over her when she suggests it. She needs to make herself useful no matter how sick the river makes her, she's been standing for far too long now not doing anything.
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@Frostmoth
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FRIGIDSNAP ♡
( warrior of riverclan )❥ tall black smoke with icy blue eyes
❥ sibling to frostmoth & stormswirl
❥ peaceful powerplay allowed but may not be entirely welcomed
❥ penned by chuff, tags
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