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It had grown cold again. The first flakes had fallen and lingered, then gone with the next warm sky, but the chill remained. It was enough to ruffle his short gray coat, and while most other WinterClan cats barely noticed through their thick insulating fur, the DayClan-blooded tom was struggling. It was one of the reason the stolen litter had been slower to adapt, and he suspected there were still cats that believed they wouldn't survive more than a couple of seasons more. Seafrost was determined as ever to prove them wrong, but when the wind blew like ice shards cutting through his ribs, he found it more and more difficult to prove them wrong.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Oct 21, 2018 20:16:11 GMT -5
"Have you gotten frost in your ears?" Vinetumble asked padding up to his brother with a look of exasperation in his green gaze. He had called out to his brother multiple times and hadnt received even a flick of the tail. "You alright?" he finally asked coming up next to his brother.
His ears twitched back as his brother grew near, finally wrestling him out of his thoughts. He shot him an annoyed look. He'd been in the verge of a breakthrough before Vinetumble had come to bother him. "Fine," Seafrost replied curtly. "What do you want?"
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 12, 2018 13:40:55 GMT -5
"No need to bite my tail off." he hissed lightly. "I saw you and wanted to check in is all. Its been a while..." He looked over his brother like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
He met his brother's gaze grudgingly, giving nothing away. He had always been good at looking like stone - it wasn't an unemotional look, but hard, determined, and stubborn. He wasn't masking his emotions as much as he was making it clear he was suspicious of everyone. He looked, well, grumpy, and that was enough for most cats to decide they had no desire to bother themselves with him for longer than they had to. He was a strong and reliable warrior, just not the most entertaining of partners, and a harshly critical one at that.
"We're not kits, anymore, Vinetumble, you don't need to look after me."
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 23, 2018 1:48:05 GMT -5
"Naw. No matter what we look after eachother because thats what family is for." the black and white tom replied giving his brother a light shoulder nudge. He seemed uneffected by his brothers harsh statement. "Besides Acaciablue needs us to keep eachother going."
He snorted. He couldn't fathom why Acadiablue's feelings were a reason for them to speak, especially when they weren't even her blood. She had just been forced to raise them. "Rest assured, I'm 'keeping going' just fine on my own."
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 24, 2018 17:14:12 GMT -5
"Yep your lack of friends or mate sure attests to that." Vinetumbe snorted in response. "Maybe you need to take a note from Leatherstar's life and try with the other clans." the tom chuckled under his breath.
Seafrost was not amused. "I'd rather not. My loyalties lie with WinterClan, and so should yours," he replied stiffly. Their blood already gave enough reason to question them; he had no desire for another. Truthfully, he was not interested in finding himself a mate either, but he didn't know the words to describe that. He wasn't that close with his brother, and that was private information.
