This Is... Love? Why, I Never! (Tagged)

[Lionhearted]

Tagging: Carotius

OOC: Surprise! Frostberry doesn't know that he has a crush on your Shellfrost o3o he's trying very hard not to look at her XP but...

Frostberry was mad. At himself. He lay in his best, his claws scraping the ground and pulling up grass and dirt. Picking out the mud clogged in his claws, he casually ripped up a nearby flower.

Why was her image so hard to get rid of? He had never felt this way about anyone. Ever.

Except now.

He desperately hoped that Shellfrost was out on patrol, so he could avoid her, but part of him wanted her here, so he could make sure she was still alive.

What is this that I'm feeling? he growled silently. It can't be love. No. Never. I am the only one alive that holds grandfather's words to heart. 'If you want to prove your loyalty, then nothing shall get in your way of doing so. Not even getting a mate!'

With a groan, Frostberry slumped up and slouched outside. His life had taken a turn for the worse; not that anything life-threatening had happened, but he was still in disbelief to know that his blood brother, the very one he'd disowned, was leader and his commander. Curse Thrushstar.

Well, he couldn't leave the Clan. That would be sinking to Rosetail'a level. Frostberry ground his teeth. I must keep loyalty as a first! Always! He sighed, about to look for Hawkeye for more duties, to take his mind off of Shellfrost and his miserableness. At least the gray-and-white tomcat was someone he didn't hate so much.

Was there any happiness in his life?

[Carotius]

Lionhearted
OOC: Thank. owo Uh-oh, this is gonna be trouble XD

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Shellfrost lied in the sunniest patch of the clearing, letting the greenleaf sun warm her white pelt after being given a good wash. Sleep came easily to her last night, but it wasn't without bad dreams and remembrances of the family she lost last leaf-bare, seized by the deathly grips of a greencough epidemic ravaging through all the Clans. When the frost melted away and the flowers bloomed once more, WhisperClan began its journey to recovery, breathing in the air of hope blowing through its camp.

The ice in the white warrior's heart remained.

Rolling back onto her belly, the she-cat let her eyes rake the camp with a touch of contempt. Her Clanmates all could find happiness some way or another, but somehow StarClan couldn't give her any. Instead, they'd given her heartache and despair, trailing the loss of her parents to a disease that haunted the Clans every year. What's there to fight for, then? Her claws had sprung out of their sheathes, digging into the earth as her lips curled into a snarl of frustration. Shellfrost had nothing to fight for. Her family didn't need her protection. Her Clanmates around her had others to do that job.

She had no use for them.

Growling, the lynx-point pushed herself to her paws before heading towards the camp entrance. She could hunt at the very least, and bring back some prey to feed the tiny hungry mouths in the nursery - they'd appreciate it in some way. Shellfrost didn't bother to call for her apprentice, and she sure as heck didn't bother turning to look at the tom seated near the warriors' den.

[Lionhearted]

Frostberry's eyes pricked up as he saw Shellfrost padding past, with a frosty (pun intended) look on her face. Automatically, he stood up to follow her.

Say something, for StarClan's sake, he growled at himself, as he warily trailed behind the she-warrior. Tail twitching, he struggled to think of words to say. He didn't want to seem like a creeper, but his mind was completely blank. If she turns around and asks I'll just say I'm doing my duties, he decided. I'm sure cats follow each other plenty of times. I'm just doing it intentionally this time.

Suddenly, a paw behind him crossed with his back leg, and the owner of the paw tripped, making Frostberry stumble towards Shellfrost's body.

"Watch it!" he snarled, baring his teeth. A small ginger leopard apprentice, whom he recognized as Flamepaw, laid splay-legged behind him, looking shocked and fearful at the sight of the white tom.

"I'm so sorry!" He spluttered, attempting to get up but tripping. "I just accidentally took too big of a step! I was going to ask my mentor Shellfrost if she could take me out!"

"Get lost," Frostberry said in a low growl, and the small Tom scampered away without looking back. He was sure he'd get a bad rep among the apprentices, but why did that matter? He did not care for Flamepaw, but here was his excuse to talk to Shellfrost. His heart speeding up in excitement (something, in truth, that he had almost begun to dismiss as nonexistent), he called out to her, keeping his voice deep and slow and detached, "you ought to keep your apprentice in track. He has the habit of tripping others and himself. I suggest you teach him a bit of balance instead of teaching him to be clumsy." And, as soon as the words came out of his jaws, he began to regret them.

[Carotius]

Lionhearted
OOC: Boy, she is maaaaaaad >_>

The striped face whipped back in alarm as a tumble of paws and tail sounded behind, an annoyed growl entailing what could only be perceived as a fall of some sorts. Blue eyes widened at the sight of a white tom glaring at a familiar ginger apprentice, then rolled dramatically. Flamepaw as always. She snorted at the jittery response the apprentice gave, continuing on her way to the camp entrance; there was prey to be caught, and she had a sudden hunger for rabbit.

"You ought to keep your apprentice in check."

Shellfrost froze in her tracks, flicking one dark ear backwards to listen to the tom better. Who was this tom again? Frost... Frostberry, was it? She'd heard some of the older warriors speak of him and one Goldenfox, both of which had something to do with their leader Thrushstar way back in times before Shellfrost was nothing but a possibility; she didn't exactly bother to hear out the full story (or gossip, more rather), though now her curiosity was piqued, something which...she didn't believe was within her. 

Except, right now, Frostberry was being a furball.

Spinning around, the white she-cat marched right up to the other white warrior, her small frame sizing up against the much larger tom's. She may be craning her neck to look at him, but she hardly wavered; her eyes were twin orbs of blue flames, glaring into the regretful-looking pair of Frostberry's. So now you realise your mistake?

"Frostberry, was it? Are you telling me how to train my apprentice? Are you trying to make me train Flamepaw a certain way?" she pinned her ears back against her head, teeth bared in a snarl. "Listen up, flea-brain. I don't care that you're older than me, nor do I care if you're bigger than me, but if you dare to even think you can boss me around for whatever reason, you better find the fastest route out of this camp, or I'll rip your ears off before you can even say 'mouse'!"