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Icepaw
White she-kit with very pale, barely visible rosette spots and mint eyes.
She/Her | 7 Moons| + every 6th | ShadowClan Apprentice | Selectively Mute
[2/100]

Purrks:
Well Insulated [Permanently Active] • Mind Reader [Permanently Active]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
https://i.postimg.cc/2yHWgjKh/Icepaw.png
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Has sitting still always been this hard? Iceki- no, Icepaw - shifted her position again, untucking her paws from underneath her and instead laying her fluffy tail on top of it. She was getting restless, for sure. The weather was getting colder... Not that she minded, anyway. She was grateful for her long, thick fur. She felt bad for the other cats in the Clan that had short fur. Must be tough.

The white she-cat shifted AGAIN, turning her body sideways and laying her head on her forepaws, which she'd removed her tail from. Her tail now curled neatly around her hind legs, which were outstretched to the side. Pale mint eyes blinked slowly as she scanned the clearing. Should she make way for the Apprentices' Den? She couldn't quite go into the Nursery anymore to sleep, so this was a tough decision. Staying in the Apprentices' Den was also quite awkward. Full of cats she didn't recognise. Except Palepaw. That was about it. Everyone else seemed like a total stranger, which was funny because they were literally Clanmates. And denmates. Lips thinning, Icepaw shifted slightly, turning her body slightly again so she was leaning more to her side.

{OPEN!!}
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Icepaw
White she-kit with very pale, barely visible rosette spots and mint eyes.
She/Her | 7 Moons| + every 6th | ShadowClan Apprentice | Selectively Mute
[3/100]

Purrks:
Well Insulated [Permanently Active] • Mind Reader [Permanently Active]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
https://i.postimg.cc/2yHWgjKh/Icepaw.png
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… Okay ugh. This was getting frustrating. Icepaw didn’t like how her fur felt on her. She didn’t like how ANYTHING felt at this point. She violently spun and flipped herself, eyes narrowing and a frown growing on her face. Ew ew ew. She was mildly confused before, and now she’s extremely annoyed and uncomfortable. Is this what happened to cats that became apprentices? She should probably actually start sleeping in the nest provided for her in the Apprentices’ Den instead of sleeping outside like she’d done for the pass moon or two.

… And it did not help that a random apprentice decided to announce to the whole Clan that she was arriving. Icepaw lifted her head from her paws and stared at the approaching apprentice, gaze shifting from her left side to her right, and to her left again, and to her right, over and over again, unsure of what part of her to even look at. She looked like she’d been split in half, or rather, taken someone else’s half and attached it to her own body. Icepaw kind of hated herself for even coming up with that theory, but she couldn’t help it. This was one cat, right? And not just some nightmarish villain who skins cats alive and wears their pelt? Well, she sure did seem like the type to…

Icepaw tilted her head at the split cat’s words, which were… Way too loud for her liking. Do some cats not know how to lower their voices??? And what does she mean by shimmying?? Oh. Does she mean her CONSTANT DISCOMFORT???? Ah well, she couldn’t be mad. This villain cat probably doesn’t know that. So she just resorted to staring into her eyes. Oooh. Her eyes were like the colour of… Of…. Dirt. Yeah. Interesting. And errr… Wood. And Dawnstar’s fur. Cool, cool. She could associate many things with this creepy cat’s eyes. She briefly looked down at the apprentice’s paws, then at her own, and back at her dirt-coloured eyes.
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