words cant describe.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Rivercreek

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i don't wanna close my eyes, i don't wanna fall asleep...

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... cause i miss you, and i don't wanna miss a thing.

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The snow crunched beneath the tabby tom's paws as he made his way to the RiverClan border. Though it was not deep at all, and would most likely be melted by the end of the day, it still sent shivers up Rivercreek's spine. His thin pelt did not shield him from the chilling air no matter how much he fluffed it out, and for a moment he wondered why on Earth he was wandering the nearly frozen landscape. But then he remembered, and just picturing the beautiful white she-cat with the amber and blue eyes kept him going and warmed his heart. Icepaw.

Or was she something else now? Surely she was a warrior as well. Rivercreek scanned his brain, trying to think of what Icepaw could've been called now. No name seemed to fit the she-cat's beauty, though, no words were there to describe just how amazing she truly was. In Rivercreek's eyes, the white fae was the definition of perfection, but even the word perfect couldn't bring her justice. When was the last time he'd seen her? Long ago, right before his warrior ceremony. Rivercreek sighed, wondering how he'd been so lucky to catch even more then a glimpse of the she-cat, how he'd been able to hear her melodic voice float into his ears. Just seeing Icepaw always made his mood better, and none of his stresses and troubles were able to cross his mind when he was with her.

A beautiful she-cat like her probably had a mate by now, though. Rivercreek's spirits fell at the thought. Who wouldn't love a cat like Icepaw? Who wouldn't be completely amazed by her, just as Rivercreek was now? The tabby and white tom stopped beside the river, his eyes going over the cold surface. There were a few barely frozen patches of ice, each patch thin enough to break even under an apprentice's weight. Rivercreek listened to the sound of the water, taking in the dark blue surface. He could practically feel the freezing formation as he looked down at it, and he shivered at the thought of being in there at this time. The cold would freeze his lungs, would send him into shock.

Lifting his eyes from the river, Rivercreek turned his attention to the RiverClan side of the border. It was the same as ThunderClan; a few thin patches of snow across the ground, the green grass starting to poke through. Icicles dripped from the branches of trees, the sun shining across their crystal surface. The perfect setting, minus the cold of course. Still, no white she-cat made their way into Rivercreek's gaze, no amber and blue eyes met his own emerald orbs. His hopes fell for a moment, and he lashed his long tail as he turned his head back to his own side of the border. None of the ThunderClan warriors were near as far as he could tell. He tasted the air, and every cat scent, even from RiverClan's side, was stale. The tom frowned before deciding to lie down on a thin sheet of snow, wrapping his tail around his body for warmth.

Would he ever see her again? There were always Gatherings, but what were the odds that they'd both be asked to go to the same ones? With the stresses of Pumafang's secret relationship with Spook, and his new responsibilities as a warrior, Rivercreek hardly ever had time just to walk anymore. Especially by the RiverClan border, where his eyes always strayed to the other side, hoping for a glance. The wind picked up again, and Rivercreek shuddered, fluffing out his brown tabby pelt yet again. The threatening sound of the running river entered his ears again, making his neck fur rise. What if someone were to fall into it? Would even a RiverClan cat be shocked by the cold? There was no doubt in River's mind that, if any ThunderClan cat fell into the river, the cold would cause some damage. How could something so beautiful be so deadly?

Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Rivercreek wrapped his tail around his body even more. There was no shelter nearby that would provide him any more warmth then the outside world, but he wasn't ready to go back to camp. He was still hoping, still waiting...

[Burningwing]

I C E C H I L L
&
C O U G A R W H I S P E R

"Ugh, I have no idea why you would come on a hunting patrol, Icechill. All you ever do is whine about how you feel sorry about 'those little animals'! I've seen you actually attempt to catch them before! And you were amazing! So why are you dragging your paws like you've got a Shadowclanner stuck to them? Hey! Don't give me that look!"

The trim white she-cat merely sighed wistfully and turned her blue and amber eyes away from Cougarwhisper to stare forward through the bare trees to where she could hear a gentle warbling from the river. When the large tom had called out for someone to join him on a hunt near the Thunderclan border, the beautiful, young warrior had jolted up instantaneously from the spot where she was sitting, watching the thunderheads rolling and grumbling in the indigo sky. She knew Cougarwhisper well, he was a few moons older then her, and had been a elder apprentice when she was finally moved out of the nursery. Currently, he was trying to catch her eye, probably mistaking her pondering as gloomyness, and feeling as though he had caused it. Despite his exterior, cold and sharp like shattered river ice, he was actually very considerate and caring. At least around she-cats.

The creamsicle-coloured tom was hovering anxiously around Icechill now, or perhaps looming was more suitable. The older warrior was huge. He was one of the largest cats in Riverclan, if not the largest, and having him standing at such a close was certainly a bit foreboding. Sighing softly, Icechill turned to give the handsome tom a reassuring smile. “ I’m sorry, Cougarwhisper. I’m just not quite into it today.” She slowed her pace until she was standing still in a patch of snow, the white of her fur seemed to meld into it, and from afar she may have appeared to be a figure formed from a block of ice. Cougarwhisper snorted, the concerned look in his gold eyes vanishing, replaced with a look of mild annoyance. “ Yeah, well do you want to go back to camp now then? I caught more then enough prey for now.’

As the she-cat considered, her mind was suddenly flooded with the image of a young tom, with a sleek tabby pelt and handkerchief shaped white patch on his chest, and eyes like almond shaped emeralds gazing over the river. The woods around him, vibrant green reflected the brightness of his eyes. Icechill swallowed awkwardly at the sudden flash back. From when she first met him…Riverpaw. Icechill spun around to fully face the other Riverclan warrior waiting impatiently for her answer. “ Um…If it’s alright, could you go back to camp without me? I wanted to have a look at the river.” She murmured hopefully, sounding very much like a nervous apprentice once again. “ If you get back to camp in time, maybe you could see if Splashheart want to go hunting instead?” Icechill purred in amusement as the stern tom’s ears flooded red at the mention of the silvery she-cat.

She could remember him talking about her as an apprentice, this amazing warrior who understood what it was like for him…not to be wanted. Icechill knew that he liked Splashheart, and just a mention of her would instantly turn his thoughts only to the owner of that name. Similar to what Icechill felt when she was reminded of Riverpaw…” I-I suppose you’re right! W-well, bye Icechill!’ And with that she was suddenly staring at the orange dot of the tom racing back through the snow littered forest back towards camp. Now for her own little mission.

Riverpaw, Riverpaw, what would his warrior name be now? It would be something wonderful, she was sure, something that would sound wonderful when it rolled off her tongue… If she ever learned what it was. Sighing, she continued walking, thoughts churning in her heart, chest tightening as she neared the river. She wanted him to be waiting there, waiting for her…Was that too much to hope for? She knew that if she got her hopes up too high, it would crush her when she saw the opposite shore empty of any life. But equally…

Icechill froze, mouth gaping at the sight of a tabby pelt laying in the snow, the colours of his pelt in harmony with the snow and the backdrop of barren trees. She walked fluidly to the edge of the river bed, eyes wide, ears perked up and whiskers twitching eagerly. There was particular, enthralled note in her angelic voice as she attentively called out. “ Riverpaw?” Her voice gently floated above the gurgling river to reach the Thunderclan territory. It cradled notes that suggested a question, but she had no doubt it was him.

C O M M E N T

'I'm at school so i have low muse haha
wrote more to make up for it x)'

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Rivercreek

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And even if the moon fell down tonight...

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... there'd be nothing to worry about at all because you make my whole world bright.

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It was foolish for him to even think that Icepaw cared for him as anything more then a friend. But what about the heron feather, the one she kept after the first time he saw her? Rivercreek smiled at the memory. He'd been a young, long-legged and curious apprentice, wandering the border and chasing a stray monarch butterfly, which had fluttered across the river to land on the ear of the beautiful white fae that, since then, had been dominating his thoughts. Rivercreek, then just Riverpaw, had jumped into the river after a heron flew off, a feather floating off its wing. He'd retrieved the gray treasure, swam to the other side, and left it at Icepaw's paws, just for her. He remembered her laugh that was, to him, like the sweetest song ever to be heard.

“ Riverpaw?”

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His heart stopped at the sound of the voice. Was he dreaming, hallucinating from the cold? Ears pricked, Rivercreek raised his head, blinking his emerald eyes a few time. Sure enough, he saw her, and she was even more stunning then before. Rivercreek didn't even know how it was possible, but the fae gazing at him from across the river was even more beautiful then the last time he'd seen her. Her soft white pelt blended in well with the patches of surrounding snow, her multi-colored eyes becoming more piercing do to this fact. Rivercreek stumbled to his paws, unsure if his mind was indeed playing tricks on him. But he knew that voice, that melodic voice that soothed his senses and made his heart leap. The tabby tom made his way, a bit too quickly, to the edge of the river, smiling at the beautiful fae across the way.

"Icepaw,"[/color] he purred fondly, waving his tail in greeting. "And actually, it's Rivercreek now."[/color] He puffed out his white chest proudly, eyes shining. Of course he'd want to impress Icepaw, not in a show-offy, stuck-up way, but in a way that he wanted her to be proud of him. As always, the tabby tomcat was completely tongue-tied, his eyes meeting Icepaw's amber and blue ones and just staring into their depths. He wanted to capture her beauty, to remember her forever. "What about you? Have you gotten your full name?" I'm sure it's perfect, just like you,[/color] he added silently, knowing that his thoughts were true.

Oh, he hated how far away from her he was. The river, partially frozen and fully flowing, stood as a full barrier. It mocked him, the way the fast current wrapped its way around the patches of ice in its way. The river knew how badly Rivercreek wanted to cross, but taunted him with the fact that, if he tried, he'd surely be swept away. Rivercreek glared at the rushing water and then, realizing how odd that probably looked, looked back over and grinned sheepishly at Icepaw. Stupid, stupid river.

"Seems like I haven't seen you in ages,"[/color] he mewed, a tint of sadness in his voice. "You still have that heron feather?"[/color] he added, trying to add humor to the situation. Rivercreek shuffled his paws, eyes moving to the river again. The lapping water was like jeering laughter to him, telling him that he couldn't get near Icepaw was the cursed thing in the way. And he didn't want her swimming across, either. With the way the river was running, he didn't want to risk Icepaw getting hurt. Just the thought of that was unbearable to Rivercreek. As he looked back at Icepaw, he knew that the last thing he'd ever want was to see her in any pain. She seemed so fragile to him at times, so easy to be hurt or broken. Quickly he chased the thoughts away. He'd never let anything hurt Icepaw, no, he'd be killed before he let anyone harm her.[/blockquote]