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Jan 16 2018, 10:00 PM
Bearfrost hadn't planned on following Foxscar. She'd been made aware that he was leaving BloodClan, and she had replied that her paws were not set to leave clan territory. Perhaps one day she would bring the kits to visit, but she refused to bring them into a clan full of uncertainty.

A few weeks had gone by, and Bearfrost's thoughts had been racing. RiverClan never felt like home. Foxscar, a BloodClanner of all cats, had been kinder to her than many in RiverClan ever had been. She regretted leaving Burnout, and every time her uncle passed through her mind her stomach churned and throat restricted until she felt like gagging. He deserved better, she told herself. He'd have a family of his own one day.

Foxscar's scent hadn't been hard to follow. She knew it too well, and though it had faded significantly, she'd managed to follow his tracks. He hadn't gone far, she was surprised to find.

"Foxscar?" She was in the territory, she knew it. Boundaries, new as they were, were clearly marked. He had to be around here somewhere.

Jan 16 2018, 09:48 PM
"Burnout? I need to talk to you."

Bearfrost stood with her head lowered, tail curled tightly around her hind leg. She stared at her uncle anxiously, eyes more fearful then she'd ever let herself reveal before. Who else could she go to? It had been a mere two weeks since her warrior ceremony, and she'd already royally fucked up. Could she even trust the albinistic serval? He was her uncle, her blood. He wouldn't betray her, certainly!

"Can we go somewhere outside of camp? I.... I don't want anyone to overhear..."

Jan 6 2018, 01:13 AM
Not having friends had its advantages. For one, no one noticed Bearfrost when she wandered off on her own and didn't return for hours at a time. Even Burnout was plenty distracted. It wasn't like he'd ever had any sort of obligation to her. She'd shown up as a mere six moon old kit to a clan who hadn't even known Permafrost had children. What a welcome occasion, to be the daughter of the former deputy of RiverClan who had gotten himself demoted after causing everyone to hate him. SkyClan hadn't even bothered to search for their missing kit, as far as she knew.

No, Bearfrost had no ties to anyone, which was precisely why she found herself wandering around twolegplace every now and then. She liked the way the cats here paid her attention. She was a serval for God's sake-- a creature many of them had never seen, and one glare could send strays running. Now fully grown, she stood just as tall as her uncle, just as tall as her father had been, and already he had been an outlier of the breed. Let the alley cats stare. She liked the attention and the fear she struck into them. It almost made her feel important.

Prowling the streets was tiring. Back on the edge of twolegplace, where the harsh roads and noise met trees and peace, Bearfrost settled down in the grass, watching as monsters drove by. Soon enough she'd have to return, but there was no rush. No one would miss her.

Nov 20 2017, 10:59 PM
For the past two hours, Bearpaw had been seething around RiverClan's forest. How was it fair that Ambersplash was in the wrong and she was the one who got in trouble? He had snapped at her first! Didn't she have a right to defend herself? Stupid Burnout. Her uncle and mentor, of all cats, had chosen Ambersplash over her! Where was the family loyalty?

Despite firmly believing that she was definitely not in the wrong, Bearpaw was a mostly good cat. She didn't like arguing (surprising, considering how often she got into arguments) and she didn't like having ongoing quarrels, especially with clanmates. And so, after releasing her anger out in the territory, the serval apprentice returned to camp and padded slowly over to Ambersplash. She held her head high, perhaps feeling some comfort from being so many inches taller than the domestic cat (hey, just because she was apologizing didn't mean she was going to let all of her pride vanish!)

Taking a deep breath, Bearpaw cleared her throat and forced herself to look upon the warrior with a neutral face. "I'm sorry that I blew up earlier. You're a warrior, and I should show more respect for you. I'm just having a rough time, but I know that isn't an excuse to be so angry." She paused, tail flicking. He owed her a apology, too, but would he? Bearpaw wouldn't go so far as to ask for an apology; she would just prove herself to be the bigger cat in this situation.

Oct 2 2017, 12:46 AM
RiverClan sucked. In the week or so that Bearpaw had been with the clan, she had been entirely let down. She had arrived only to find her father had disappeared (and was pretty much hated by the clan, apparently) and the clan was full of some of the stupidest cats she'd ever met. Bearpaw concluded that the fish is what made them so dumb and had already decided to abstain from eating the slimy creatures to keep her own mind from slipping.

Burnout was the only reason she hadn't gone back to SkyClan. Well, him and the fact that she refused to retreat back to the clan who couldn't even be bothered to come looking for her. Had they even noticed she was missing? They'd never noticed her before. Bearpaw, though she was a mere six moons old, held the bitterness of an elder. It wasn't entirely without justice, but she wasn't doing much to make her life what she wanted, either.

It was almost sundown. She'd spent most of her day training. Her legs ached and she was physically exhausted, but that meant she was improving. Bearpaw had a blackbird in her mouth, which she deposited on the freshkill pile before flopping over in a spot of shade and set to grooming herself. She regarded her clanmates coldly, flashing brief glances that seemed to say, 'Stay the fuck away from me or I will bite your jugular three and a half times.' No, she wasn't the most inviting cat in the clan, but at least she wasn't quite as bad as Superpaw. At least she talked.
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