Posts by IronDirewolf

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    well see I was figuring Lily's kiddos/her fling with the rogue that fathered them would be a serious kink in her and stone's potential relationship, because he's all for the warrior code and not bending rules, so his crush having relations with a rogue would be a pretty saucy affair o: will be quite interesting to play out


    although


    lilypaw was the name of the apprentice he knocked up in one of my other rps XD SO MEBBE IT'S JUST DESTINED FOR FAILURE

    also making another charrie hehe


    iciclepaw finished c: if turtlepaw wants a sibling, i'd be open to making them littermates!


    edit: oooh or palekit o:

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    The steady but light falling of rain served as a quiet and gentle alarm for the sleeping warrior curled up within a bramble thicket on the edges of LunarClan's camp. A few more warriors made this natural, plant-formed dome their resting place, the sounds of their snores and rhythmic breathing almost drowning out the pitter-patter of the raindrops.
    Rain meant new-leaf was on its way, but the ghosts of leaf-bare still clung to the forest; namely, in the weakening structure of the bramble den's roof. A tiny hole had been worn away, weakened by the great weight of the snows that had settled upon it during the last season, and now a single drop of rain had wiggled its way through the gap and fell, coming to a splashing, screeching halt onto a grey tom's exposed nose.




    With a start, Stonemask sat up in his nest, rudely awakened by the cold, wet sensation that had spread across his nose. Blinking sleep from his pale, icy blue eyes, the tom turned his gaze upwards towards the ceiling, where he could see the tiniest of gaps between the brambles. Flat gray sky greeted Stonemask that morning, and the warrior was both happy and displeased with the change in weather. Rain meant it was finally warming up, and no more snow would fall from the sky, a welcome blessing; but rain presented its own set of challenges, and Stonemask had no doubt the transition into new-leaf would be a difficult one.




    Well, he was awake now, with no hope of going back to the land of dreams knowing the den would only continue to leak, so Stonemask heaved himself to his paws. He pushed out past the greedy bramble tendrils and out into the open, not even pausing to give his multi-hued grey pelt a look over before hand; the plush fur was surprisingly low maintenance, rarely tangling during even the most restless sleep.




    Although he wasn't the first to awaken, Stonemask certainly wasn't the last: one of the Clan's elders, Bluestream was up and about, exiting the elder's den from the cliffside above; the ruddy tom Lizardfang had helped himself to a seat outside another of the shared warrior sleeping spaces, a classic, irritated look gracing his features; and last but certainly not least was the figurehead of LunarClan, a face Stonemask had known for quite some time now: Cinderstar.
    His gaze couldn't help but fall on the large, striped tom standing alone in the center of camp, a mask of concentration already present on the leader's face. Typical Cinderstar, Stonemask thought wryly, the smallest ghost of a smile lifting up the corner of the marbled grey tom's lips. With no other plans set for the morning, the younger warrior padded up to his leader, dipping his head in a respectful gesture as he approached.




    His less respectful, humor-filled words were quiet, meant for Cinderstar's ears only; Stonemask had a reputation to uphold, after all. If he weren't respectful towards LunarClan's leader, how could he expect others to follow in turn? But these two had a bit of a special relation, going back to when Stonemask was a -paw fresh out of the nursery. "Looks like you're thinking awfully hard there; trying to figure out how to stop the rain, Cinderstar?" Stonemask joked quietly to his old mentor and friend, his gaze flickering to the ominous-looking storm clouds that had appeared on the horizon. The pale blue optics narrowed in concern. "Best figure it out soon. The roof of my den has a hole in it, and I'd rather not sleep in a swimming hole tonight."

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    Her dreams were wild and exciting, just as free-spirit was in real life. In sleep's embrace, Iciclepaw ran faster than a twoleg monster (which she had never actually seen, only heard tales about), and roared like a lion, her fierce vocal outcries shaking a mountain to its roots. Her wild imagination and highly involved dreams translated into the physical world as frequent flopping about in her nest, legs trashing and clawing through the moss, feathers, and bracken that held the nest together until it was nothing but scraps beneath her flank and tangled in her wild white fur.




    Just before waking, the young she-cat's erratic movements slowed and stopped, one leaf-green eye peeking open. The fur on the back of her neck rose up, but its agitated state was nearly unnoticeable given the she-cat's already messy state; Iciclepaw jumped up suddenly, landing in a hunter's crouch as she swung to face the den entrance, heart beat pounding loudly in her ears. Her dilated pupils followed a tail as it left the den and her line of sight, the only hint as to who her watcher had been. Yes, she could tell someone had been watching her sleep. Iciclepaw thought back to which cats she had seen in the den that previous night - her high levels of energy translated to late bed-times and early risings, but she didn't remember each and every face she had walked by to reach her nest the night before, nor could her unpracticed mind differentiate between the muddled scents wreathing about the den.




    Well, whatever. Obviously someone was just waiting for her to get up, maybe to partake in some games or a morning wrestling match before their Clan leaders recruited them for their regular duties. Or maybe it was even Lizardfang, checking to see if his new pupil had woken up yet. Whoever it was, they had just caught Iciclepaw off-guard, that was all.




    Banishing the thought from her mind, the white she-cat trotted into the camp clearing, an evident bounce in her step despite the relatively gloomy atmosphere the forest outside reflected. Iciclepaw tilted her head back as she walked, green eyes trained on the sky as raindrops splattered against her face, wetting and smoothing her errant whiskers into a somewhat acceptable look. She parted her jaws and stuck out her tongue, just as she used to as a kit in the nursery trying to catch a snowflake. The water droplets were just as cold as the icy flakes, but not as fun to catch. Satisfied, Iciclepaw leveled her gaze, but she was too late totell her paws to STOP! in their tracks, and the pure white she-cat careened right into Silentpaw's backside, who had planted himself right outside the den entrance.




    "Oof! Hey, watch it!" Iciclepaw growled, bouncing off the tom and to the side, fighting to keep her footing on the wet, squishy grass beneath her paws. Shaking her head to clear her vision of rain, Iciclepaw sent a frustrated glare in Silentpaw's direction. "Y'know, there's plenty of other great spaces in camp to plant your roots, Silentpaw. You're just lucky it was me who ran into you and not like, some angry elder or something." Her anger was short-lived, however, and the she-cat shrugged her shoulders after her outburst. "But it's okay, I forgive you!" she said in a cheerful manner, happy to fill the air with the sound of her own quick chatter, reminiscent of a squirrel's voice; besides, it wasn't like she expected Silentpaw of all cats to do it. "What's your mentor got planned for you today? Anything cool, anything fun?"

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    Stonemask frowned at his leader's suggestion, flattening his ears and leaning away just in time and just enough to avoid Cinderstar's heavy-pawed blow. The other tom's joke sent Stonemask back, reminiscing briefly on his apprentice days. Even back then, Stonemask acted more mature than his warrior mentor had. But Cinderstar had been young then, forced into mentorship through necessity according to leaf-bare's cruel design. He liked to think that they both turned out alright, though...despite Stonemask's tendency to sink like...well, a stone when he swam.




    "Oh yes, what a grand idea," the marbled grey tom snorted, lashing his tail with his displeasure, "Sounds like a quick and easy way of ridding the Clan of capable warriors, if you ask me. You'd be fishing my lifeless body out of the lake yourself." Cinderstar's second suggestion was much more welcome. Stonemask followed his friend's gaze to the spot where his daughter and the Shaman were sharing breakfast, and the tom's frown deepened. "I'd love to join you both, but do you think it wise to send both the leader and deputy out on a hunt to the tundra? End of leaf-bare or not, I'd hate to leave the camp unprotected." Stonemask quickly flicked his gaze back to Cinderstar's face, lowering his eyes in a gesture of respect. "But what do I know? I'm just your half-drowned ex-apprentice," the tom said slyly.




    As he awaited Cinderstar's response, Stonemask tossed his gaze over his shoulder, sensing the distinct feeling of eyes on his back. He spotted Iciclepaw and Silentpaw having a one-sided discussion, and then Lilytail and Palekit walking into the nursery together. For the briefest moment, he thought he saw the queen's green gaze flicker towards him, but quickly dismissed the thought.

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    Iciclepaw screwed up her face as Silentpaw's guess as to what chore he'd be forced to go through with his mentor, Bisontail. Hunting? Ew. Iciclepaw liked to eat as much as the next cat, if not more, but the actual act of hunting down her own food was a task she hadn't learned to enjoy yet. Besides, there were much better suited hunters in the Clan. She was a [i]fighter[/].
    The talking of hunting was starting to bore the she-cat, but Silentpaw's quiet mention of playing in the mud made Iciclepaw perk up, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.




    "Mud wrestling? Oh, now you're talking my language!" Why wish for the kit days when they could do just that now?
    The white she-cat's gaze flickered from Silentpaw, then to the puddle gathering by his paws, and back again. A sly grin had worked its way onto the apprentice's face. Iciclepaw crouched down low, bunching her legs beneath her in preparation for a large jump. "Cannonball!" the she-cat screeched, paying no mind to the fact there were still cats trying to sleep in camp. With a grunt of effort, Iciclepaw lept, launching herself high into the air with the power of her hind legs. For a moment, she seemed to hang, suspended in the cool morning air, but then she fell, plummeting straight towards the growing puddle. In reality, the puddle couldn't have been that large, but in Iciclepaw's mind, she was diving straight into the massive lake like on LunarClan's territory.




    Landing front paws first, a spray of dirty, muddy water erupted from the impact zone, instantly staining Iciclepaw's feet and muzzle a murky brown shade. The liquid was freezing, quickly making its way through Iciclepaw's feathery fur and into contact with her skin, causing the she-cat to shiver. But her excitement quickly wiped away the displeasure, and she gave her head a shake after the artificial shower she had made had stopped, flinging water droplets from her whiskers like a wet dog. She cracked a single eye open, seeing if Silentpaw had been brave enough to join her in her antics, and to see just how dirty she had gotten him or if he had been quick enough to escape the splash zone.