[KARAZHAL]

Glacierspring wasn't often awake at this time, but it seemed like his nap was better than usual. With the NightClanners at their border claiming the night as their domain, he'd been participating in the dusk patrols and doing night tasks for Pumafang. He'd been a busy bee the moment after he'd received his warrior name. The tom was eager to please, and he saw it as his job, his duty in life, to secure whatever intelligence his Clan needed in order to keep the borders safe. With his assignments mainly on the NightClan side, he had not given much thought to that silver tabby in LightningClan who had sought him out that one time on patrol. Until now, and it wasn't even about Silverburr. He suddenly thought about the she-cat Silverburr had been looking for, and about who would know the circumstances of his arrival in TreeClan.

He decided to consult Timberfrost on the matters. Squeezing his eyes shut as he spread his long jaws wide in a yawn, Glacierspring got out of bed in a vast stretch that spanned whole canyons in between nests. Simultaneously, his nose and eyes worked to locate the big brown tabby. His long tail fluttered behind him as he loped out of the dens and into camp proper. He soon found Timberfrost. Once again stretching out those long legs, he showed off the reason he'd been named -spring and bounded over to her before she could get far.

"Timberfrost, can we talk about something I encountered on a patrol?" he asked, hoping that wouldn't attract any unwanting ears. Cats had extraordinary hearing, and he didn't want someone overhearing out of context.

Ghost the Undead Goddess
this is gonna take place the day before his second thread with silver so it's backdated to Greenleaf 4 - The morning dawns cool and damp, but by sunhigh the day is revealed to be sunny and warm.

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Timberfrost

The story's getting old but my heart is getting colder

It was early, even the sun was starting to ascension as the massive tabby she-cat pulled herself from the almost suffocating warmth of the Warrior's Den to begin her morning. Similar to that of the black coated deputy, the dark tabby she-cat often wandered on her own accord but with the protection and care of Treeclan as a whole within her head as she went about her business. Her plan for that day had been to touch upon the borders of Lightningclan and perhaps Nightclan should she move at a sufficient speed and make it before the actual assigned patrols.

While she trusted, more or less, her clanmates with their duties passed out by Pumafang it didn't mean she didn't trust them to see what she saw. To hear what she heard. To do what she'd be willing to do in the name of the clan within the forest, like the soldier she was when it came to the protection of Treeclan. Her life was nothing less than a wall, a barrier to protect those who could not, to protect the idea and lifestyle they had lived for moons upon moons. Even those within her own home were not safe from her should they prove to be a threat to that in which she held purpose for. Her father, Goldenflame, wasn't even saved from the scorching claws of deserved punishment once his time came to an end.

She'd even turn her icy gaze towards that of her own mate, should he put Treeclan in jeopardy.

A voice pulled the chilly tempered feline from her thoughts as those similarly cold, cerulean pools glanced over a broad shoulder to peer the lanky form of the newly named Glacierspring as he hurried to catch up to her near silent stride through the camp's entrance. Timberfost's expression was stony and unreadable but she always had time to aid the younger members of the clan should they be in need of her particular guidance, and this deer bounding tomcat was no different. In fact, his claim for help was probably more pronounce to the massive molly than any of the others she called clanmates, as he had proven himself to both her and her stoic mate over and over again during his moons as a young 'paw. He had come to them a stray kitten and in return was reborn as a warrior of Treeclan.

With a flicker of her tail, Timberfrost allowed the silver coated tom to follow on with her as she passed where Brushfire and Bramblevine sat on guard duty. How both her siblings managed that position at the same time was a wonder to the colder of the trio of tabbies, but luckily neither of them would pry into anything that had to do with her, or the cat she happened to be with. Privacy was a rare but gracious thing that clanmates should be more inclined to give one another, but curiosity and nosey ambitions made it difficult should the wrong feline overhear something tempting to their nature.

She was not a coddling type, in fact she was quite the opposite really. Cold shouldered and distant from any sort of friendly emotion, Timberfrost would give you the stone cold truth, whether it hurt or stung was none of her concern. Though, it seemed that some cats wanted that more than the soft, wishy-washy ridiculousness that softer cats dished out when trying to soothe worries and patch unseen wounds.

"What happened?" Her question was quick, simple and to the point rather than beating around the bush as her chilly tone rumbled from the deepness of her broad chest.

She Cat | 41 Moons | TreeClan | Warrior

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[KARAZHAL]

The soft light of the dawn gleamed through the leaves. A gentle radiance swept across the sleek, well-kept fur of Glacierspring's back and shoulders. His pelt hung like the branches of willows, long and sweeping, casting shadows on the underneath. From a distance, the tom was beautiful, just as ice was beautiful to gaze upon, to marvel at its color, its size, or its clarity. However, the same could not be said for his haunting, staring eyes, combined with the impassiveness of his face. Pumafang's former apprentice showed emotion rarely. None of the adults he was close to showed any; in fact, he had seen for himself that showing emotions often muddied the waters and unclarified his missions. It was better to rely on rational thought than having to gamble with feelings. Hence why he needed Timberfrost's advice.

He wasn't sure how to feel.

When Timberfrost's eyes landed on him, he felt the familiar sensation of being appraised. He had grown into his legginess but she still seemed like the overarching great horned owl peering down on him from the boughs. However, he was not the mouse, but the young owlet, leaning against her down for warmth and not fearing the icy plunge in her gaze. He was her equal now, and where he had once staggered in her pawprints, he now met her eyes directly. She indicated for him to join her and so together they strode through the dim dawn as it came through TreeClan's forests.

He considered his surroundings briefly before launching into his tale. "When I was an apprentice on patrol, I came across a LightningClan tom who could have been my own reflection. He looked rather gobsmacked to see me actually...and I couldn't understand why." It probably seemed obvious to Timberfrost, but Glacierspring was quite dense, and he continued without musing on Silverburr's intentions. "He asked about a she-cat, a loner who must've wandered between our Clans. I told him I had never challenged a loner before. I didn't know who he was talking about. I wanted to ask about the times you or Pumafang had chased out loners from the territory."

Glacierspring made some sort of shrug with his spine. "Sometimes I wonder if my birthmother was challenged by a patrol... and thats why she didn't come back for me." The tom's wedge-like face turned away from Timberfrost, and he stared up at the tall slopes that distantly made up Demon's lair. He spoke hopefully, but deep down, he knew the realities of her probably being dead. That was easier to accept than willful abandonment. Glacierspring had not considered himself undesirable, something to be discarded, thanks to the collective efforts of his Clan. TreeClan made him feel quite wanted.

Ghost the Undead Goddess
Greenleaf 4 - The morning dawns cool and damp, but by sunhigh the day is revealed to be sunny and warm.

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Timberfrost

The story's getting old but my heart is getting colder

Cerulean pool, as cold as chips of ice, watched the lanky tomcat loping beside her with an unreadable expression. It couldn't be said that cats didn't look identical unless they were related, but realistically there were only so many coat colors and combinations. There were several tabbies in Treeclan alone, let alone those among the other clans of the valley. However, Glacierspring was a very unique looking cat and one that wasn't duplicated within those among the forest that had taken him in and raised him as one of their own.

It wasn't the first time the massive molly had looked at him and seen the features of the slender, lanky and quick-footed warriors that resided within Lightningclan's moorlands. Not that such a thing had ever warrented for her to act different around him, nor did she treat him as anything less that a fellow warrior who fought and hunted by her side. His loyalty was rooted firmly to his adoptive clan and the training he endured beneath the strong paw of Pumafang and the chilly temper of herself had molded him into a solid soldier that would forever lay his life on the life for those around him.

For Treeclan, as any warrior under her banner should.

However, it seemed that nature and emotions managed to find their way to Glacierspring as this near identical tom he spoke of now suddenly appeared through the mist along the rolling moors. There was a tick of irritation that tried to rise within the massive molly, but as always she shifted her attention away from the rotting emotion to return to a more analytical point of view. It seemed that this 'warrior' across the border couldn't keep his nose in his own clan's business and was now causing ruckus within her own clan. Should Timberfrost ever run across him at the border, she'd surely remind him that his eye better stick to the coats of his own clanmates, and not hers.

Not one to presume without having facts, the warrioress could only assume that this Lightningclanner claimed to be related to Glacierspring, for how else would such a discussion about his absent, possible loner mother be brought up now. For the moons he had spent within Treeclan, the lanky silver deer-like cat had never truly dewelled on such a thing nor did he ever bring it up in discussion. Though it wasn't like he, nor her, nor Pumafang for that matter, were big on talking and bringing about feelings that resided within the hollow of their chest.

The black tip of her striped tail flickered slightly, as if indicating that Timberfrost was deep in thought for the moment. She honestly didn't have a full answer for the young warrior beside her. How many cats had she driven off into the dangers of the mountains, how many strays had fallen victim to her claws because they threatened the safety of the clan she laid her life on the line to protect moon, after moon. After a while, all of their faces seem to blur together and the only true face she could remember killing was the red coated traitor with her father's image as his name burned like fire through her brain.

"I can't answer your question, for I don't remember a particular queen." There was no point in lying to Glacierspring, he was a smart tomcat and he deserved better than fables and misguided intents. It was possible that her mate, the deputy of Treeclan did remember such a she-cat. Pumafang was older than Timberfrost was, he had been a warrior longer and his obsession with keeping strays from their clan rivaled, if not overpowered her own. However, the need to squash his sudden growing curiosity was something rising within her looming form. Treeclan didn't need one of their own chasing after ghosts and stories started by some hare-brained warrior from Lightningclan.

"I wouldn't linger on this tomcat from Lightningclan." She didn't know what his true goal was, what he wanted from this interaction with Glacierspring but from her point of view it couldn't be good. There was a pause in her stride as Timberfrost turned to face the younger tomcat, his height bringing him close to her massive stature though he still fell short of her gaze as she looked down at him. He had grown into a fine warrior, one that any clan would be envious to have on their side, and fearful to face should they ever engage with claws and fangs. Were this unnamed tomcat truly the father of Glacierspring then perhaps he should have thought better of mating with a loner, or even completely left Lightingclan so as not to betray their code with taking outside mates.

His honor obviously wasn't accountable.

"Remember Glacierspring, your duties are to Treeclan." It wasn't a threat that rumbled within her chilly tone, but simply a reminder that the young warrior owed his life to that of the cats that had taken him in and trained him to the abilites he now possessed. Abilites he may have to use against Lightningclan one day in the future, if they were ever to reclaim the border of the Open Woods that had been stolen from them within the depths of the night while Treeclan's gaze was pointed directly at that of Nightclan and their rat-brained warriors.

As far as the tabby warrior was concerned, she could care less about where her fellow clanmate had come from, to her he was Treeclan through and through.
 

She Cat | 41 Moons | TreeClan | Warrior

938 Words | KARAZHAL | Image

[KARAZHAL]

"Oh," he said simply, and nodded as if it was the easiest explanation.

He did not show disappointment with her answer, but then again, Glacierspring generally took things at face value. Perhaps it was a flaw, perhaps it was part of his compassionate nature, but he generally was not a suspicious cat unless a situation affected him for some reason, like really rattled him. Thankfully, he was quite dense, and loyal to boot, so it was not as if this LightningClanner's words had shaken the foundation of who he was. Glacierspring had always known he was not "from" TreeClan, but he would always be a TreeClan cat, no matter his true pedigree. What did birthright even matter anyway when it had been TreeClan cats who had trained him?

The tom's great ears swiveled. "You think so?" he murmured in response to her cool chastisement warning him away from that foreigner. Part of him desired some closure in regards to his mother's identity or even siblings. He hadn't daydreamed about how things would be different ever since he was a kit, being bossed around by his spoiled nestmates. It had been rather unthinkable to imagine running away--he certainly wasn't considering it now--but he sometimes had curled up in his too-long too-bony fawn-like legs and tried to fall asleep to his real mother's warmth instead of Mistylight's. But now the memory had tarnished and fallen away, built over by other things.

"I know...," Glacierspring spoke with sudden softness. He didn't need reminding. He could have done with some empathy, but Timberfrost was not the sort for that. Her words stabbed through such drivel and cast it aside, out of Glacierspring's body, another chunk to be masked in ice.

She was right. It didn't matter. His mother was dead or gone or--whatever, it shouldn't matter. His duties were to TreeClan, to focus on his tasks and not dwell on the past when the future lay ahead of him... right? "That's all there is. I won't forget my duty, Timberfrost. I promise," he murmured, lowering his head demurely. "What should I do if he comes back?"

Ghost the Undead Goddess
Greenleaf 4 - The morning dawns cool and damp, but by sunhigh the day is revealed to be sunny and warm.