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Barrenfrost was massive up close, there was something more than intimidating, but unnatural about him. His eyes were ice blue licked with gold, the hue of the blue so pale it almost looked white. His paws that countered Stonehill's attack were huge and fat like bear paws smashing into Stonehill's side with a force unlike anything ever felt before. He was a hemmingway cat with oddly deformed paws and although he wouldn't be good at climbing any trees when it came to combat or wadding through large masses of snow it typically came in handy. One of the reasons why he hadn't been unbalanced, he had more footing.
Barrenfrost growled at Larkwing as his claws barely missed the deputies eyes, but there was a rare apologetic look. WinterClan cats after all still followed the warrior code, it was frowned upon to blind any cat especially in a smaller battle setting. He didn't hesitate to try to tackle Larkwing down though, "He was my prisoner and he belongs to WinterClan," He said matter of factly.
