Well, then. (Wildpath/star)

[Swanfrost]

And wasn’t it just a lovely day? For once, it was almost cool and the terrible heat of greenleaf was quite tolerable. Then again, Swanfrost was in the shade of the ThunderClan forests and her fur was pale and let all sorts of heat and light just bounce off. With a twitch of her tabby-striped tail, her sparkling and lively blue eyes snapped back and forth from each little movement. She was hunting, and she just had the sneaking suspicion that there was another cat nearby, so she would act as though she had actually been doing what she claimed to be doing the whole time. And she would actually hunt at that moment for it was all about appearances for her. As she spotted a chubby mouse, Swanfrost mused over the despair that must hit her eventually at the fact that she hadn’t seen a non-Clan cat for at least a moon, and that certainly caused a noticeable drop in her happiness level. At least, it was a noticeable drop internally for her, but most other cats probably didn’t notice since she acted the same as she always had. Crouching down low, the pale temptress narrowed her eyes and kept her body low. Since she was rather on the slender side, it wasn’t difficult to keep her body quiet and light, either.

But it had to be admitted that Swanfrost was not the best warrior, and hunting was not one of her best activities. The mouse perked its minute ears and turned to look directly at her. Uttering a tiny exclamation of regret, Swanfrost leapt forward and just narrowly missed it as it squeaked loudly in trepidation and darted away, fleeing her soft but deadly grasp. And her fur had gotten so dirty in the process, too! Clucking her tongue very quietly, but very unhappily, Swanfrost removed the bulk of her body from the unclean ground and shook herself off, as though shaking had the same effect as a meticulously careful grooming.

Still, Swanfrost had a chance to get a couple of licks in, though it wasn’t returning her dignity in case anybody heard. At the very least, it was true that Swanfrost had not yowled or screamed or screeched or anything when any of her failure occurred at this time (as had occasionally happened in the past). The admittedly beautiful she-cat made a disgusted face and stuck out her tongue, not entirely pleased with the fact that there was dirt and forest-floor all over her body. But whatever. She was a smooth seducer, and if anything were to happen, she was quite content that she could easily cover for her silly folly. If anyone were to approach, Swanfrost was in the perfect position for it, her nearly-glowing light colored fur radiating and calling to any toms who could catch even the tiniest glimpse. That’s right. Swanfrost, manipulative but gorgeous she-cat of ThunderClan, just waiting for something to do (no pun intended).

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[Icefern<3]

Let Your Love Be Like The Newleaf Rains,

COMING SOFTLY, BUT FLOODING THE RIVER

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Icefern~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A small meow of laughter at Swanfrost's failed attempt to catch a mouse came from the bushes. Following a moment after, Icefern emerged from the bracken and bramble, smirking with amusement. Flicking her tail, her white whispy fur blew around in the afternoon wind. "Nice try Swan, better luck next time." She giggled with amusment, trying to speak over the plump bird in her jaws. Setting it down, she sat on the damp grass, curling her tail neatly over her front paws, then began to groom herself. She wanted to look good when she saw Wildstar next. Her little pink tongue lapped on her delacite paws as she smiled at her clan mate. The sun reflected off her pure white fur, making it look like it was shimmering in gold. Her light blue eyes locked with her friends, and then she looked away. Her pink nose twitched at the scent of a squirrel, and she bounded off into the bushes.

A moment or two later, Icefern returned with a squirrel in her jaws. Setting it down in front of Swanfrost, she smiled with true hapiness. "If you want to, you can tell the clan you caught this one. I am happy enough with my bird." The white she-cat padded back over to where her first catch lay and positioned herslef agian. She couldn't help feeling that Swanfrost was a little...edgy today. Did I do something? Ice wondered, then shrugged and went back to licking her paws. Maybe Wildstar would want to share with her later, and just the thought of sharing a meal with her crush made her tingle with delight. She couldn't wait to get back to camp and see him! Looking at Swanfrost agian, she smiled, hoping to maybe cheer her up a bit. But it didn't seem to make any difference. She decided that maybe a little gossip would cheer this cat up. She always did seem to like to talk about toms. "So, do you have your eye on any toms in the clan? I know I do."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Icefern~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[wildstar.]

OOC: Icefern, I'm pretty sure this thread was meant for me and Swanfrost, which is why in parenthesis, Swanfrost said (Wildpath/star), meaning it was just for me. But since you already posted, we may as well continue the thread with the three of us. Also, I'm going to go ahead and make Wildpath be the leader in this thread, which that means it's taking place after The Ceremony thread and him traveling to the Moonpool.


The newly named Wildstar trotted through the sun dappled forest, tail lifted high in the air. Happiness frosted his honey-yellow gaze. He was finally the leader of ThunderClan. Even with the ominous warning of "decoys" at his naming ceremony, he was still in high spirits. StarClan had accepted him, and that was all that mattered. Plus, his niece was an apprentice now. Even though he knew that she wasn't eager to become one, Wildstar knew that she would be a fine learner. He'd given Swanfrost the honor of mentoring Oceanpaw. She was a loyal, fine warrior. The tabby striped leader waved his tail with delight. He thought that the blue-eyed warrior was probably happy to have an apprentice of her own now. He hardly had glanced at the cream tabby she-cat after the apprentice ceremony, so he didn't know if she was proud or not. Either way, he hoped she mentored Oceanpaw well. He waould have chosen the blue-gray she-cat as his second apprentice, but he was more concerned with Warkit, now Warpaw. With his terrible past, he was bound to make mistakes much greater than Oceanpaw. He wanted to keep a keen eye for the black-and-white apprentice just in case his mother decided to finish the job that she had started. Blueflight, Warpaw's mother, had killed her other two sons just because her mate left her for another she-cat. Yes, that was tragic, but there was no reason to go around killing cats - especially innocent kits. If she had a problem, she should have discussed it with himself or her mate. She-cats! he pondered, rolling his golden eyes. Why he had thought about getting in a relationship with one was beyond him. They were crazier than a pack of rabid dogs! Why should I find a mate? There are plenty of toms that don't have mates. I'm sure I won't be the last. He purred, then stalked forward.

Suddenly, he saw movement in a bush a few fox lengths ahead. Pricking his sharp ears, he crouched low in the long green grass. He wavered his tail out until it stuck out like a twig. The leader bundled up his paws and shuffled them, eyes alert, like a kittypet attracted to a ball of catnip. Then a small gray head poked out from the leaves. It bounded out of the small bush. A vole! Kicking his powerful back feet off of the dusty forest floor, he pounced on the small animal and killed it with a swift bite to the neck. He picked up the large gray-brown vole, and started to head back toward camp. But what he heard stopped him in his tracks. He heard voices in the middle of the forest! Were there intruders in ThunderClan territory? Wildstar immediately dropped the vole and buried it in some already crunchy leaves. Then he spun around and raced toward the voices. It sounded like a she-cat! Frustrated, he bolted to where he thought it was. Sniffing the air, he only smelled ThunderClan. Perhaps a cat was just hunting, and they were talking to themselves? Wildstar skidded to a halt, paws flinging up leaves and other debris. He smelled the air again, just to be safe. Just ThunderClan. Barging through the thorn bushes and ignoring the sharp pain, he padded over to the two she-cat that he saw. With a breath of relief, he recognized them as two ThunderClan warriors. Icefern and Swanfrost. She-cat seem to know when a tom is thinking about them. Through narrowed eyes, Wildstar growled, "What's going on here? Icefern, you're making enough noise to scare prey from here to Highstones!" The brown leader wasn't really angry, but his voice sounded firm. His gaze flickered over to the beautiful Swanfrost, and was easily mesmerized by her soft blue eyes. He forgot about Icefern and purred toward Swanfrost. "Have you trained with Oceanpaw yet?" With another purr, he sat down and began to pick the thorns out of his pelt, then licked his bloodied pelt. It was kinda mouse-brained of him to go running through thorns. He'd need ointment on his new wounds. Cleaning his pelt of debris and blood, he waited for the two she-cats to reply.