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ASPENFROST --- though i know i'll never lose                                                                                 affection

Careful green-blue gaze fluttered as a pretty golden spotted she-cat gazed at the ground of the Little Woods. This beautiful place Aspenfrost had found was completely unlike the rest of StoneClan territory. While the she-cat did appreciate the similar all gray-scale ground and little plant life that was her usual view, seeing the bright green grass peeking up among the pebbles did put a quiet grin on Aspenfrost's maw. Sometimes it is good to see something different, the taciturn warrior thought to herself, lowering her head to the ground to carefully touch her nose to a bouncy green grass stalk. The smell of the grass was sweet and like honey to her reddish, wet nose. 

After spending a few moments sniffing the grass, she opened her jaws and outstretched her tongue ever so slightly to pluck the greenery from the dry, grayed earth. Curling her tongue, the warrior safely tucked the grass blade in between two of her off-white canines. Raising her head, the StoneClanner was struck by the peculiarity founded in the silence of the Little Woods. While the sounding of birds in other parts of StoneClan territory was not a cause for alarm, the Little Woods was spotted with brown and green trees. There were plenty of places for birds to hide or live and to not hear them around was quite out of the ordinary.

Aspenfrost took a few quiet and sturdily placed paw steps forward, unsheathing her claws fluidly as she moved and crushing the green that she once found beautiful. Pure gold ears perked forward to try and hear any sound; anything that might indicate that she did not need to be worried. "W-Who's there?" the StoneClan feline meowed loudly, the hitch in her voice only caused by disuse of her voice. It is either ... another cat or dangerous animal, the black spotted she-cat quietly told herself, trying to simplify the situation and prepare herself for what she might face.

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F R O Z E N R A I N

She should have been more cautious with the stealth of her movements; not that she had anyone to be stalking, regardless. The rather ear-piercing snap of a twig's spine beneath the weight of her gray-white, tabby patterned paws damaged the grace she usually sported even more than necessary. Tumbling into a pile of loudly shook brambles; Frozenrain discovered that she wasn't alone. Great. Not only did their tone of voice indicate that she had scared them. But, if she was to reveal herself, they might realize what an absolutely foolish display of horrendous embarrassment had just occurred for the pretty StoneClan warrior. A quick examination of the feline's scent calmed Frozenrain's mildly tensed muscles. She was of StoneClan. Therefore, Frozenrain had not to worry. Besides, she knew better than to leave in the midst of frightening a fellow warrior – it was far more courteous to reveal herself, regardless of the risk of mild embarrassment that could possibly follow, for the sake of the she-cat, Aspenfrost, from the looks of it, that stood nearby with wide eyes and a defensive, if not mortified stance.

“It's just me: Frozenrain.” The gray-white tabby offered, parting her way through the tangles of brambles far more smoothly than her previous performance. Shaking out her fur to be-rid of any spare leaves; Frozenrain folded her hind legs into a meticulously postured sit, a gentle smile spreading across her jaw. “I'm sorry if I had you worried. I didn't mean to scare you.” Frozenrain dipped her head politely, a curious gaze lingering upon the black spotted feline.

It was unlikely that Aspenfrost had as much a reason for being in the Little Woods as Frozenrain did. Despite this, the pretty StoneClan warrior still found herself motivated to ask of Aspenfrost's reasoning for traveling astray from camp. Not only would it heighten the chance of her embarrassing tumble into the nearby brambles not becoming a topic of conversation. But, it would also put Frozenrain's ever-curious mind to content ease. “What brings you out of camp, Aspenfrost?” The tip of Frozenrain's gray-white tail gestured outwardly, her light blue eyes skimming the clearing and the surroundings it had to offer before returning to the facial features of Aspenfrost.

Frozenrain, in complete honesty, didn't know much of Aspenfrost passed just that: her name. In the past, they hadn't communicated much – Frozenrain knew enough of her to know that was due to her lack of verbal communication. Even now – Frozenrain having the chance to hear what Aspenfrost sounded like just back when she had scared the she-cat due to her act of clumsiness – she was intrigued to see if she could maybe get her to talk again. Frozenrain was nothing other than friendly: she had patience, determination and, thankfully, the time to put into befriending a feline with a shell of no particular ease to crack.

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ASPENFROST
& I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills when a landslide brought me down

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"It's just me: Frozenrain,"

The she-cat's odd seagreen eyes were pointed at Frozenrain when she spoke and parted through the brambles that separated and concealed one another. After recognizing the she-cat as being a fellow StoneClanner, Aspenfrost's defenses against a potential attacker collapsed. Since things had been so tense between the clans and since there had been talk of NightClan stealing prey from other clans, Aspenfrost had been particularly edgy. Anything that was in the slightest bit off about her surroundings was an indicator for attack. Scuffling in the distance unsheathed her claws and sent her pelt up to a bristle. There was no cautionary method she neglected at this point in time. The odds were too high if she wasn't on the defense.

"I'm sorry if I had you worried. I didn't mean to scare you,"

The blue-eyed bengal still eyed the tabby with a quiet countenance. Quietness was hardly a good descriptor for how Aspenfrost was treating the situation. Besides the rising and falling of the warrior's chest, Aspenfrost had not budged at all. Ear's perked, her chest angled slightly forward along with her four sturdily set paws. Besides her fur settling down on her pelt and her tail shifting to a more comfortable lowered position, she looked ready for battle.

"What brings you out of camp, Aspenfrost?"

For a moment, Aspenfrost continued her statue posture before, in one swift gesture, curling up to a sitting position on her haunches. "Unsuccessfully hunting," she mewed in a seemingly uninterested, unsociable tone. Despite having moved to a less defensive, more friendly position, her face had now turned away from Frozenrain. Rather facing her clanmate and looking her in the eyes, the black and tan furred she-cat chose to look in the opposite direction and seemingly converse with a tree. Her position suggested that she was not at all interested in continuing the conversation with Frozenrain, especially since she did not even bother to ask anything of Frozenrain.

After a few seconds, the StoneClan warrior let out a pronounced sigh. "You?" she asked, feeling her nose wrinkle in distaste the moment after she spoke. Aspenfrost had answered Frozenrain's question in a polite and thorough enough manner. She didn't know why in this singular instance, her tongue had let slip more than what society had required of her. I asked a question. I am starting a conversation, she thought to herself. The she-cat could honestly not remember the last time she had been interested in conversing with another.

OH MIRROR IN THE SKY, WHAT IS LOVE?

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