The Icy Firefight [Widgeonpaw]

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[bg=d68b8e][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Her breath came out in white clouds, the leaf-bare taking its toll on the forest. Her paws took her anywhere - she would probably wind up lost, but she didn't care. Someone will find her, eventually. Rosepaw looked towards the sky; the sun was so distant during leaf-bare. She shivered. The snow was very deep around here. It didn't matter that her fur was almost a pitch-black, it was still freezing cold. She stuck out like a sore thumb in the blanket of whiteness. Why did she even leave camp? To be rebellious? The apprentice knew she would never go out if it was this cold. Maybe she should've brought friend with her. A sudden bright flash caused her to stop monetarily. What was this? She looked again. Oh - it was the RiverClan border. The stream had nearly frozen over already; it didn't look like there was water underneath. She cautiously approached it, admiring her blurry reflection for a bit. An idea came to her. A stupid, probably life threatening idea, but she ignored that inner buzzkill voice. Rosepaw unsheathed her paws - she would need it for the extra grip. The she-cat gingerly placed her paw on the ice, shivering a bit at the coldness. She carefully put the rest of her limbs on the ice, nearly slipping multiple times. This was exciting! With a small push she slided across the river; the edge of it was starting to get farther and farther, until she was in the smack middle of it. "Woah..." She breathed, "This is soo cool!" _________________ tags; Widgeonpaw | words; 263 | occ; feel free to predict that she falls in somehow. would you like this thread to be closed or open? ;o

[Starling]

Her nimble paws thrummed across the soft ground, agile limbs reaching for more ground in a strong lope. She picked her way through the undergrowth without effort, skirting gopher holes she had flagged in her mind. She wouldn't be much of a use to the Clan if she misstepped and broke her leg, now, would she? And so she instinctively ducked beneath low-hanging branches, chipping in an extra stride so she could hop over a fallen tree, picking her feet up to avoid the snaking vines strewn about. RiverClan was a tricky place to navigate, but Wigeonpaw knew nearly its every inch, and that enabled her to travel more swiftly and more silently through it than those who were unfamiliar with its small perils. And so, she nimbly dodged her way through the labyrinth of trees and streams, always taking a different route so no easy paths became worn into the earth. She was meticulous like that, but for one who lived her duty, that was to be expected. She gritted her teeth, feeling her musculature protest as she pressed on. She'd already been through vigorous battle training this morning, but no rest for the weary. Her anger flared at her own weakness, her own limitation, and her paws slammed into the earth with renewed vigor. She was like a ghost, slipping through the trees with little to betray her location except the soft gasps of her breathing and the calculated pummeling of her paws upon the snow.

Her brown and white pelt slid fluidly over her muscles. She didn't run this much each day without gaining any strength from it, especially when she had to be quick about it so as to hide her outings-without-permission from her mentor. She was incredibly fit, packed with the lean muscle of a born swimmer. Where she lacked in the speed that say a WindClanner would have, she made up for it in endurance. If you overlooked her bright green, she was ordinary in pretty much every way. Average pelt, average size, average temperament, nothing distinctive about her. She had to be good at stealth, since she was quite easy to spot during the summer months once she allowed herself to be detected. First she liked to observe the one she was tracking, and then she would make herself known. It was just then that Wigeonpaw caught wind of something she could track - a ThunderClanner. Silent steps carried her forth, navigating around a gopher hole with expert precision. The scent brought her to the borderlands of ThunderClan and RiverClan, to the frozen river that divided them. She slowed and paused, crouched in the trees. The she-cat, about the same size as Wigeonpaw (if not a bit larger) appeared to be lost in her own world, captivated by the frozen river. She watched as the enemy cat wandered further into the center of the water scar and her own eyes stretched wide. What in StarClan's name was this cat doing? Did she have bees in her brain? Just as Wigeonpaw stepped out from the cover of the trees to ask just that, she heard a loud crack.

She froze in her tracks, staring in horror spider-webs of cracks spread quickly around the black she-cat on the river, the cracking sound growing louder. "Hey, look out!" was all Wigeonpaw managed to cry out, running quickly towards the ice. Her heart pounded and her fur bristled, fear suddenly bursting forth with startling force. She momentarily forgot this she-cat was technically a trespasser. She was not a ThunderClanner in that moment, but a she-cat that was about to take a death-inducing plunge into icy water. Wigeonpaw sprang onto the ice. At first she'd forgotten to unsheath her claws and she began to slide; it was a foolish mistake. Quickly she recovered and got a grip on the slippery surface, running with urgency towards the ThunderClanner. Just as she ice began to give way, she forced her shoulder into the other apprentice, hoping to send them both sliding to the shallow banks of the river.

ooc: closed is good and fine, I think. we can open it back up if we feel we want someone else to join in. c: and I hope this post was okay?

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[bg=d68b8e][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] About five minutes had passed, and the ice was starting to numb her paws. Now would be a good time to leave...she thought briefly. Each of her steps caused a small shiver in her spine, the coldness spreading through her body. She'd made it a fox length or so before a deafening crack pierced her brain. She felt the ice shift slightly, and looked back to see what was happening. She didn't know what was coming - only that a flash of brown and white tackled her. She felt the panic rush through her for a moment. Was it a badger. Or a flying snake?! They skid along the ice, and it was over as quick as it'd started - whatever that was. Rose paw felt a bit foolish. She brushed some of the cat fur from her mouth and hacked up an ugly hairball. Gross. "Ugh, gross." she said, and switched her gaze to her pelt forlornly. The haughty apprentice gave a half-glare to the other cat. Urgently, she licked and smoothed her fur, fluffed up from the near-death experience. She didn't notice the giant crack that'd split the river in half. All that mattered was her precious fur. "You totally messed up my image, mouse brain." She sneered, rolling her eyes at the she-cat. Huh, she looked a bit familiar, like a friend she hadn't seen in a long time. . It was on the tip of her tongue. Who was this cat? She sniffed at her a little, nearly recoiling back at the gross fish smell, "Do I know you?" _________________ tags; widgeonpaw | words; idk | occ; sorry it's so late! D: kinda got held up at school.