Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Feb 19, 2019 23:14:58 GMT -5
Timberfrost
The story's getting old but my heart is getting colder
It seemed like leafbare was finally starting to dwindle. While snow still covered the ground, the air itself seemed less frosted and the breeze was easier to stand. Though it was still unpleasant as the sun crawled over the horizon.
Not that the cold ever bothered her.
The massive tabby she-cat pulled herself from the warmth of her nest, disturbing her littermate next to her. Despite the annoyance scrolling across green pools, Bramblevine stood and stretched while grumbling under her breath.
The dark tabby she-cat departed from the Warrior's den before her sister to head towards the den where Briarpaw was sleeping. Frozen pools that matched the chill within the air, peaked inside the dimness before calling out the young tabby's name.
"Briarpaw." Quick and easy as always. A cloud puffed around her large muzzle as her warm breath met the chilly air.
Large paws led Timberfrost towards the camp entrance where Bramblevine sat, though the sandy tabby's green gaze was staring disdainfully at the pitiful fresh-kill pile, tail flickering impatiently. The paler tabby had never been known to not be grumpy, it was just part of who she was.
"Your apprentice is taking too long." Bramblevine snapped when Timberfrost padded up next to her, causing the massive tabby to flick her ear, dismissing the sting within her sister's tone. Bramblevine's bark was far worse than her bite. Bramblevine also didn't happen to be the best morning cat, unlike the chilly tempered Timberfrost.
Turning her massive head to watch Briarpaw approach, Timberfrost flicked her tail for him to ignore her sister's sharp comment. There was no need for the apprentice to get hung up on the grumpy she-cat's temperment. "Dawn Patrol." Again, the massive she-cat skipped any pleasantries or small talk, it was straight to business. She wasn't training the young tabby to be a blabber mouth, she was training him to be a capable warrior of Treeclan.
"We'll be heading towards Lightningclan's territory." Timberfrost spoke, voice just as frozen as her namesake. Cerulean pools bore down into Briarpaw's gaze, there was a moment before the massive she-cat took a step back. With a simple jester, the warrioress motioned for Briarpaw to take the lead, "Remember the way?" It wasn't often that apprentices led patrols, but Timberfrost was doing it as a test of his knowledge.
She also trusted in Briarpaw's abilites. He had been her ward for four moons and had improved under her tutelage.
She Cat | 20 Moons | TreeClan | Warrior
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