PAFP Camp RiverClan through heaven's eyes // frost

[Wavesong]

And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around

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There was a long, luxurious stretch from the black-and-white molly, her jaw cracking in a wide yawn before she turned her head and spotted a familiar pelt not far off. One that looked not unlike her own. A slow, fond smile tugged at her muzzle as she gave her coat a brisk shake and trotted forward, energy in every step. " Frosty! " she called brightly, her voice carrying that unmistakable lilt, chipper and full of life despite the weight RiverClan had been shouldering lately. Yes, ShadowClan had crossed lines they had no right to... Blood had been spilled, and there would be reckoning. If not by her claws, then by another's. But not now. Now wasn't about vengeance. Now was about her Clan. Her kin.

And that included the young deputy who, more than once, looked like he was drowning in the current. " Got yer head floatin' up in the clouds, aye? " she teased with a toothy grin, her tone light but not unkind. " Somethin' gnawin' at that sharp mind o' yours? Anythin' ye need to shout to th' sky and let it go? " She gave her pelt a playful shake, wiggling with mock readiness. " Or maybe ye need a good ol' spar to knock the worry loose? I might be carryin' a bellyful o' wee ones, but I've still got some scuff left in me bones. " A cheeky wink followed, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Then, her expression softened. Genuine. " Ye know… " she said more quietly, with the gentleness of a tide retreating. " Yer doin' a fine job of this deputy business. Whether or not ye see it yet, RiverClan does. "

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[Frostmoth]

Sleepless nights have bled into sleepless dawns and mornings. Frostmoth is mostly exhausted in recent days, kept awake by the paranoia of more bug-shaped shadows lurking nearby and preying on his clanmates and their resources. Helpless to change it. He's had a few nightmares too, but hopes nobody besides maybe Stormswirl has noticed his stirring. Still, he has been quieter in recent days. Dwelling. Ruminating. He knows it isn't good for him, but when he begins to think about it he finds that he's unable to stop himself. The wounds are still fresh. His body still aches when he clambers out of his nest.

Frostmoth is snapped out of his thoughts by Wavesong's familiar call. The bicolor blinks wide, inquisitive eyes at the warrior, and murmurs a warm hello when she approaches him. "Ah. Something like that," he replies sheepishly. He had hoped (in futility) that his clanmates had not noticed the changes in his demeanor. "Just a lot on my mind. Nothing that couldn't be overcome with a good walk.... Or time..." He laughs at her suggestion that they could spar. Poor Frostmoth cannot fathom the idea of sparring with a pregnant lady; surely Adderfang would descend upon him from the sky if they attempted it. Not that Wavesong couldn't do it, of course.

At her compliment, Frostmoth straightens up as if his mother has just praised him for fishing up a nice, fat fish. He has to stop himself from beaming at Wavesong. There is such an honestly and geniality to her tone that it feels like the sunbeams are reaching through his coat and into his skin. "Thanks, Wavesong," Frostmoth says "There is still a lot for me to learn and understand. I couldn't do it without Pikestar and the rest of the council. But it means a lot to me that you think I'm doing well." Perhaps the feeling that he had been fumbling through the dark had been just that: a feeling.

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• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 20 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!

 

[Wavesong]

And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around

.

A crooked smile tugged at Wavesong's maw as she eyed Frostmoth, her head tilting with gentle amusement. " Aye, sounds like th' clouds in yer head been gatherin' a storm or two... " she murmured, settling beside him with a soft huff as her tail curled loosely around her paws. Her pale blue eyes flicked over his tired face with the kind of quiet knowing only a mother, or perhaps, a well-weathered friend could muster. " Yer bones're achin' and yer thoughts won't leave ye be, mm? I've known that song. Danced it more'n once. "

When he sheepishly waved off his troubles with talk of walks and time, she gave a low chuckle, dry, but not unkind. " Time's a good healer, aye, but a stubborn one. Likes t'take the long way 'round. Walkin' helps too, if yer paws can keep ahead of yer ghosts. " She gave him a soft bump with her shoulder, careful but steady. " I say ye should do both, with company next time. Can't let ye wander off an' let some dark thought steal ye away. " she laughed softly before shaking her head a bit. It was everyone's first time, doing this... She hoped Frostmoth was not forgetting that... The Clans had been gone for a very, very long time and they were on the cusp of bringing it all back. They were bound to stumble into obstacles on the way.

At his reaction to her praise, though... Stars, she beamed. There was pride in her gaze, motherly and fierce, and it softened even further as she watched him straighten like a kit trying to impress. " Look at ye, sittin' there like I just handed ye a fish bigger than yer head. " she teased lightly, before her tone dipped into something quieter. Warmer. " Yer doin' fine, Frosty. Better'n fine. Pikestar made a good call, and don't let that shadow on yer heart tell ye otherwise... Don't ferget... We're all learnin' th' ropes of bein' clan. " Her gaze met his then, steady and unwavering. " It's not about not havin' doubts. It's 'bout what ye do despite 'em. And ye? Yer standin'. Still smilin', still listenin'. That's what matters. "

There was a pause then, a certain mischief twinkling in her eyes. " An' fer the record... " she added with a sly grin. " I could still take ye in a spar, belly full o' kits or not. But I'd rather not have t'soothe Adderfang's ruffled fur when he finds out. " She winked, lightening the mood with ease.

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[Frostmoth]

Frostmoth's mouth presses into a line when Wavesong confirms that she recognizes that he has appeared bothered in the past few days- if not moons, by this point. He hadn't wanted anyone to notice his inner turmoil. Frostmoth has always been the quiet sort, and he'd hoped that they'd just thought that he was being himself instead of brooding on his self-criticisms. Perhaps it's how similar he and Wavesong look, or the fact that his mother had left he and Stormswirl long ago, but he sees a motherly figure in the warrior that makes him warm inside. He nods quietly to confirm what she's saying. He is at war with himself. Still, Frostmoth takes Wavesong's advice to heart, and makes a silent promise not to be so broody about things from here onward.

It's hard not to keep smiling when Wavesong beams at him though. He feels kitlike, but the feeling is a good one rather than a reflection of immaturity. "Thank you, Wavesong. I mean it," Frostmoth dips his head in gratitude. If he had hands, he would be grasping hers in his and holding them tight as he thanks her. "That is true, I suppose. I could have given up awhile ago, but I just keep going..."

And then, Wavesong of course reminds him that she is absolutely capable of sparring despite her pregnancy. To which Frostmoth lets out a laugh. "I know you can!" the deputy confirms, raising a paw as if trying to come to a truce with the molly "But it's like you said: Adderfang would probably not be very happy with either of us." He pauses, considers for a moment, and then adds with a more mischievous look and a voice laiden with sarcasm: "I mean I'd win in a spar against you anyway, but I think you're at as disadvantage...! I'm doing the right thing."

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 20 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!

 

[Wavesong]

And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around

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The molly watched Frostmoth quietly, with a certain love that one would carry for a child. She truly did hope he would not beat himself up too much for still learning things, she was certain that in the end, he would be doing just as fine a job as any other who could've been named deputy. He brought his own sparkle to the position. And she was curious to see where it would take him in the long run. Then, Wavesong let out a bark of laughter that echoed off the rocks, the kind that filled the heart as much as it filled the air. " Oh-ho! Ye'd win, would ye now? " she teased, her eyes dancing with amusement. She shifted where she lay, placing a paw over her belly as if the kits inside might take offense to the very idea. " Stars above, ye've got some fight in ye after all! But lemme tell ye somethin', Frosty… "

She leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur, all twinkle-eyed mischief. " When I was 'bout yer age, a tom named Trubble said the very same thing t'me. Full of confidence, full of pride. Swore he could best me on th'shore, called me 'light-footed' like it was a curse. " She chuckled, slowly easing herself into a more comfortable sprawl. " We sparred. And I flattened him, right into a sand dune. Couldn't tell what was mussel and what was tom, after. And do ye know what he said after he spat out a mouthful o' saltwater? " Her voice lifted as she adopted a deep, dramatic tone. " 'Wavesong, you fight like ye were born in th' sea!' An' I told him: ' Aye, I was, ye overgrown guppy.' " she laughed.

She gave her tail a flick, amused. [color=dodgerblue[" So go on thinkin' ye'd win, Frostmoth, but ye'd best watch out for th' tide when I do get back t'sparrin'. "[/color] she spoke good-humouredly, then her grin gentled. The playful light in her gaze softened into something deeper, earnest and sincere. She studied him a moment, quiet, then reached over to brush a paw lightly, fondly, against his shoulder. " Yer doin' a fine job, m'dear. Truly. I know sometimes it don't feel like it. You're young, the weight o'the clan's heavy, an' shadows've been fallin' thick over us lately. But ye show up. Ye carry that weight. And ye carry it with thought, and kindness, and strength. "

She smiled again, a little misty now. " That's not just leadership, Frosty, that's heart. And I'm proud o' ye for it. " She leaned back with a grunt, placing a paw on her belly once more. " Even th' wee tikes are agreein'. "

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