Edgefrost Riverclan Warrior. The birds were chirping within the forest, the leaves were starting to change colors as they began falling swiftly off the branches and towards the ground. A long sigh came out of Edgefrost’s nostrils, his dark green eyes were narrowed slightly and shook his head slightly. It had certainly been a crazy couple of months, but the massive Maine Coon kept pushing through. A fond smile appeared on his face at the thought of his youngest son, Jaguarkit. The little kit was starting to learn his hunter’s crouch during one of the weekends that he spent with his son and Chant, to ensure that both parents were involved with the kit’s life.
It was difficult for Edgefrost to watch his son growing up in another clan,to pretend that he didn’t know Jaguarkit at all. However, Jaguarkit’s safety was important to both parents. Whatever grudges anyone had against Edgefrost, it was best for the young kit to be raised with a normal childhood until it was his choice to express his parentage when he was older. Jaguarkit had a happy childhood with both of his parents, and even met Jayspirit!
It wasn’t until hearing splashing and a few curse words, his gaze turned towards a black figure that was sitting in front of the water, trying to fish. Arching an eyebrow, Edgefrost released a snort as he noticed it was Hawkstar, the Thunderclan leader. Observing the smaller tom for a moment, Edgefrost went towards the Thunderclan tom before finally taking a seat next to him. Clearly, Hawkstar was attempting to fish, but was failing very badly. Letting out a snort, the black and gray tom snorted and shook his head slightly “You’re doing it all wrong, you’re not predicting the fish’s next move.” Edgefrost calmly said, his gaze was turning towards the face towards the fish that was swimming away.
Completely in his own world of futile anglership, Hawkstar jumped a few inches when a voice sounded beside him. When he looked up, it was into the face of a startlingly handsome black-and-gray tomcat who smelled of water and reeds. A RiverClan Warrior. Wait, don’t I know him? Hawkstar’s amber eyes scrutinized him, as his ruffled black fur fell flat. Clearly there was no hostile intent present, as of yet.
Right, Edge-something. He’d seen him at gatherings, heard more than an earful of gossip if he were to be honest. A troubled, dark-pelted Warrior. The tale was familiar.
“Well, you’ll have to excuse me,” He re-settled himself, re-asserting calmness. “They didn’t exactly have rivers in the city where I was born.”