Edgefrost
Riverclan Warrior
The large black and gray tom was strolling through the stream, his dark green eyes narrowed slighly while his gaze remained on the fishing stones. It appeared the ice was a bit more firm than the previous year, which he knew would cause some kind of trouble for Riverclan later on if they couldn’t break the ice. Moving towards the edge of the stream, Edge placed a large paw on the ice and began gently pressing on it. A couple of moments later, the tom heard cracking noises and eventually caused the ice to break. Drawing back his paw slighly, Edge shook the water away from it while ignoring the wind that was passing through which caused a slight shiver. Grumbling a couple of curse words, the Riverclan warrior slowly backed up and began walking into the direction of the forest.
It had been hectic in Riverclan as of lately with Leaf-Bare, mainly with the amount of land prey being scarce and having to resort to fishing in the streams. Edge had decided to leave Sparrowpaw in Stormypaw’s care once more as he thought the two had worked very well together in their first training session. Despite the two apprentices not getting along, Edge knew that both of them working together had caused both of their training to be effective as they were improving greatly, they just didn’t know it. Letting out a soft hum, it wasn’t until the familiar scent of Thunderclan entered his nose that caused the large Maine Coon to narrow his eyes before releasing a small huff and quickly turning towards the direction to head straight there. What was with Thunderclan felines always intruding into Riverclan territory? Didn’t they have anything better to do these days?
Edge wasn’t in the mood to deal with others today, he wanted to get his mini task accomplished before fetching Sparrowpaw and Stormypaw at the training grounds to observe the apprentices. It wasn’t until the sight of a Bengal had caused him to stop, her blue eyes were focused on the water that was within the stream. The molly looked at peace, looked a bit tired too. It didn’t matter to Edge, she was still trespassing. “Hey!” Edge called out, his dark green eyes narrowed when stalking towards her. Wanting to get the molly away from Riverclan territory, it was usually his job to be brooding around Riverclan territory. Once he saw the molly up close, Edge’s eyes remained narrowed and beckoned his head towards the direction of Thunderclan territory
“Let’s go Sweetheart, you’re trespassing.” Edge said, ushering her towards the direction of the woods. Usually he was more hostile, but Edge figured he would give the Bengal beauty a pass since she looked like she was generally confused and probably crossed the border by mistake. As the two of them were padding through the forest, Edge released a small snort “While you’re a beauty with some sort of brain, be mindful next time.” Edge advised, as he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. The Riverclan warrior wasn’t a babysitter, his kits had more common sense. Looking towards the Thunderclan molly, he arched an eyebrow “Don’t seem like the type to look for shells, you were looking for one or a pebble?” Edge questioned, knowing that spot of the stream seemed popular with felines finding shiny and beautiful shells or pebbles. Letting out a mere shrug, the black and gray Maine Coon looked forward “Not the best place to look for shells anyways, at least not the ones that I like.. My favorite ones tend to be at a pond about a couple of minutes away from here.” Edge observed, as the molly probably didn’t care about his thoughts and was most likely wanting to get away from him.
Chanterellefrost |The Unbroken of Thunderclan|
Refraining from smiling too much as she could sense and see Edgefrost’s gaze linger on her for longer than necessary. It was a refreshing feeling, something she had not felt in a long time. Biting her lower lip lightly, feeling her cheeks heat up as he once again calls her beautiful as he compliments her name. “Thank you, Edge” Chant hums out, her gaze flickering over into the depths of the forest within Thunderclan, wondering if anyone had noticed her long absence—hopefully not. Ears perking up at the tall black and gray Maine Coon instantly catches her attention as he raises his paw up, revealing his scarred pads. The small cherry brown bengal could not help but gently cup his large paw within her own, while using her other paw to lightly trace the small raised scars. “Seems you like to find the broken ones” she lightly jokes, flashing him a grin.
Chant found it fascinating, the thought of searching and finding her own shell, wishing that Thunderclan had bodies of water that held such intriguing items. Brows furrowing as Edgefrost suddenly stands, for a brief moment she thought their conversation had drawn to a close. Yet, it would seem that he was not ready for it to end so fast. Chanterellefrost was only hesitant for a moment, contemplating if she should cross back into Riverclan. The old her would be throwing a fit at the thought of breaking the rules, but the newer part? Said go for it. Brushing carefully against him as she rejoins him back on Riverclan soil, “I am in no hurry to leave. Now show me these shells!” Chant excitedly meows with a small skip in her step as she follows right beside the taller tomcat.
The chemistry between the two felines is so strong, that it surprised her just how comfortable and trusting she felt towards Edgefrost. Having only known him for 30 minutes and yet was willingly following him to his favorite spot within Riverclan. She could not deny the attraction, knowing that is more than likely about as far as their feelings would go…but could not deny herself of this. Chant had promised herself to be more open and to follow her heart not her mind. The ends of her fur tingling as he continues to lightly brush against her, testing the waters and giving her plenty of time to change her mind. Silently appreciating his gesture as she leans her head carefully upon his shoulder as his tail brings her flush against his. Purring softly as he intertwines their tails as he leads her further away from the border. Tonight was looking promising—hopefully nothing or no one ruins their moment.
Peering over Edgefrost, her bright blue eyes zeroing in on the pond as they pause before the entrance. She could just make out the faint glow of the dying light from the sun as it retreats for the night. The faint calming sounds of the water moving with the current put Chanterelle at ease. Nodding as he releases their tails, allowing her to venture further into the small hidden grove. Lips parting in silent awe as she tries to take everything in, the sight before her was so enchanting and mystical. Bashfully smiling up at Edge as he nudges her carefully to gain her attention, “Sorry” she mutters before following him to the pond. The water looked so clear and refreshing, her attention drawn to the faint ripples traveling through the water. The atmosphere surrounding them was thick with a tangible intimacy as he settles behind her, his chest pressed lightly against her back as his large paws cup hers to guide them into the water.
Fighting back a shiver as the cool water lap at her skin, her ears twitching as his breath fans against her paper-thin ears as he softly talks. At first Chant was more fascinated with listening to Edge, hanging onto every word he said as he fondly recounts his time with his mother. A soft pang hits her chest as she silently wished that she had the same relationship with her mother, as Chant did not even know if her parents where still alive as they left the clans—not caring on who they were leaving behind. Snapping out of her thoughts, instead focusing on his paws over hers and the feeling of the water caressing her as they dutifully search for a shell. “Your mother sounds lovely. Bet she has a whole shell collection by now” Chant hums softly out, she could sense not to delve deeper into the conversation of his mother, having noticed he had mentioned her in past tense. The bengal Molly did not want to assume she had passed or if she was alive. Enjoying the brief moment of silence as she allows Edgefrost to remanence in peace.
She could not help the twitch of her lips as she frowns at the loss of contact as he pulls away, arching a brow as she searches more carefully through the sand. It took her a moment to realize that he had only been making sure there were no broken shells, not wanting her to cut up her pads in the process. Excitement coursing through her veins as she feels the smooth form of a shell as they delicately scoop the figurine into their paws. “Had a good teacher” she compliments with a purr. Shifting her form to face Edge, her paws still clasped together, hiding the shell from both of their sights. Closing her eyes for a moment as his forehead presses against hers, their breaths now intertwining with each breath. Tilting her chin downwards slightly as she opens her paws, revealing a small baby blue scallop shell. Gasping in awe before glancing up at Edge, a bright smile forming on her lips. It was then Chanterellefrost noticed just how close his lips were to hers, all she would need to do is move a few inches closer to shorten the distance. Nibbling on her lower lip as her turquoise blue eyes flicker from his lips to his dark green eyes, silently wondering if he wanted the same thing.
After a moment of debating, Chant slowly moves her muzzle closer, giving him time to pull away before pressing her lips carefully against his. Eyes closing at the contact of their lips, her paws still holding her shell, enjoying being blissfully wrapped in the moment with Edgefrost.