#OC: Rosefrost / Rosar

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Rose slips, falling into snow that goes above her head, only her ears can feel the cold winter winds on them. Gentle jaws pick her up by the scruff of the neck and set her on more solid ground-- a snow covered rock, perhaps, as her paws still prickles with pain from the cold. And she can't help but remember the first time this happened just a few moons ago, though she isn't sure whether it feels like an eternity or just a few seconds. She's not the fumbling kit anymore. Well, she's not a kit any more.

"Be careful, you can get lost out here if you fall like that again."

Rose just nods at the rumbling voice, trying to not let it be known how much her heart aches to hear Stormfur rather than the cat she hears in her memories.

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Rose has such long and lanky legs, even as a kit, and it's just hilarious because they're always getting tangled up and she trips over them all the time. her tail is very long as well, and it's also fluffy. it was very amusing to watch her as a kit and even sometimes still as she gets older

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The silence around her is deafening. It makes her head pound-- or maybe that’s just her heart drumming in her ears.

None of her senses are working, all of them overwhelmed by blood. It pools at her paws, drips from her muzzle, oozes from scratches on her body. She sinks her claws into the ground to keep from falling over. It works, but just barely.

In her head, Rosepaw knows she needs to get away from here, that she needs to join her Clanmates and make sure they’re safe, but she can’t bring herself to move. Her muscles are frozen, her joints locked in place. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to be. 

“Rosepaw!” comes a muffled shout, from a voice she should know but can’t identify. “Rosepaw!”

She tries to move, to turn toward the voice calling her, but her legs give way beneath her. Blood surrounds her head. Her stomach churns. She can feel something touching her, roughly licking her chest, her face. She can hear the pounding of paws against dirt, of yelling voices, of wails.

Closing her eyes, Rosepaw drifts away from it all.

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Rosefrost stumbles, almost falls. She drops the weight in her jaws and raises her head, trying to seem like a noble warrior who is proud of the fight she's just won, but her legs are shaky, weak. Her tail drags the ground, and despite her best efforts, she falls to the ground.

Just barely she hears a cry of despair that squeezes her heart the way nothing else has. A nose nudges her, searching for the wounds, searching for a way to fix it and help. A patchy purr leaves her throat.

"No, don't do this, don't leave me!"

Her heart shatters, piercing her soft organs. It hurts so much she can't even feel the throbbing of the wounds that are scattered all over her body.

"Leave you? How could I..?"

But even as she says that, Rosefrost can feel her consciousness fading.

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list of my ocs in the warriors au

Rose/Rosepaw/Rosefrost (Rosar Braddock) - a tall, lanky she-cat with white fur and distinct gray markings on her back as well as a gray stripe down her tail, gray rings around all four legs, and gray toes. her eyes are a pale sky blue and sightless. her build is slender compared to her height, but she is a strong cat with hard muscles. her top canine teeth stick out, her nose is bright pink, and her fur is kind of long. (currently in ThunderClan)

Lionclaw (Finlos) - a giant golden tom with thick fur, especially around his neck. his eyes are amber, a few shades darker than his fur. his paws are big and his claws are longer than most. (in StarClan)

Honeyheart (Avei) - a pale gold she-cat with green eyes. larger than her son, Lionclaw, and fluffier. (in StarClan)

Leaf (Leaf) - a multi-colored she-cat. tan and orange fur, a cream belly with brown spots, and faint stripes on her back and bolder stripes on her tail, face, and legs. Just as big as her littermate, Honeyheart (currently not in a Clan)

Brackenheart (Ianthe Braddock) - a small but strong brown tabby she-cat with black stripes and amber eyes. her fur is somewhere between long fur and short fur, her nose black, and she has the air of a mother. (in StarClan)

Duskclaw (Amary Braddock) - a black she-cat with thin brown stripes on her back and down her tail, along with brown rings down her legs. her eyes are a dark amber, darker than her mother’s. her left ear has a notch in it, her right has a deep tear. there’s a long, thin scar from her shoulder down to her belly

Smokestripe (Terran Braddock) - a large light gray tom with smoky blue eyes. he has darker gray curling stripe markings on his back and down his tail. he is both tall and has broad shoulders. (in StarClan)

Fawnstep (Eira Braddock) - a light brown tabby she-cat with a pink nose and delicate build and long tail. she’s slender and lithe with a delicate face and light amber eyes.

Wolfstar (Adair Braddock) - a huge light gray tom with blue eyes and distinctive dark gray markings, including rings around his legs, odd stripes down his tail, and a blaze on his forehead. 

Maplesplash (Lumi Rosewood) - a bright ginger fluffy she-cat with lighter ginger stripes and bold green eyes. 

Heronwhisper (Barrow Reeves) - a tom with light gray and cream splotches. one blue eye, one amber eye. he has a fairly delicate face. 

Tansysong (Marigold Reeves) - a fluffy cream she-cat with blue eyes and a gray patch over her ear 

Bluebird (Bau) - a cat with blue-gray fur and almost silvery-blue eyes. looks suspiciously like the former ThunderClan leader Bluestar. 

Emberstorm (Kimcy) - a dark gray fluffy tom with broad shoulders and amber eyes and a notch in his left ear. 

Dustbreeze (Jayah) - a lithe tan she-cat with darker brown splotches on her body and green eyes.

Pinelight (Athum) - a tan tom with a brown patch on his back and tail, and brown on his paws. 

Flintheart (Erihhn) - an  elder gray tom with a white tail tip and blue eyes. his muzzle is graying. 

Harenose (Jeris) - a brown tom with black spotted stripe patterns all over. there’s a scar over his left eye, but his right eye is amber.

Sunpaw/Sunblaze (Rialzi) - a ginger she-cat with darker ginger/brown spotted stripe pattern similar to her father’s. 

Nightwing (Warin) - a black tom with fluffy fur and gray fur on his tail, face, and ears. blue eyes. 

Hawkscar (Culraes) - a brown tom with black fur around his throat, chest, and a stripe down his back and stump tail. amber eyes and scars scattered around his body. his front left paw is limp and useless. 

Shadowfang (Jayi) - a blue-gray she-cat with black tabby markings, tons of scars on her sides, blue eyes, and a black collar around her neck that has claws and teeth in it (Scourge mimic much?)

Meadowdapple (Sazai) - a calico she-cat with green eyes. most of her splotches are ginger but there are some black splotches on her fur!

Fernspeck (Lei-ya) - a black she-cat with ginger specks all over. she has a stumpy tail and white paws and muzzle. 

Leopardkit (Tasiriti) - a tiny light brown she-cat with black leopard markings and green eyes.

Badgermask (Taedhe) - a black tom with a white stripe down his back, long claws, a set of claw mark scars on his face, and green eyes. 

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‘For Rose, she just has to trust him blindly.’ 

well, yeah you have to trust him blindly, Rose, you’re blind

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Snowflakes fall from the sky, unseen by Rose, but she feels them fall gently on her fur. A flake falls on her nose and she shudders. The last time she was in the snow, she was with Lionclaw, she was so young, and now

now she’s still young, but she’s alone.

Her heart aches, her claws dig into the cold ground. 

It’s too late now. Lionclaw is gone, he has been for moons, and she lost her only two friends when she left. 

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"If you want to learn to fight so badly," Hawkpaw starts, his tone sounding nonchalant while also rather hushed, "I'll give you some tips."

Rose's ears perk, she jumps to her feet with a bounce. "Really?! Thank you!"

"Mousebrain!" He hisses, swatting the side of her head with sheathed claws. "Don't make such a big deal about it. And don't be so loud, you'll scare away all the prey in ThunderClan territory."

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Frosted Eyes: Chapter Three - The Journey

[a Warrior Cats AU for Broken Thrones.  can be found on wattpad]

[prologue] [one] [two]

Paw steps on wet grass and crickets chirping are the only noises. Not even the wind makes a noise, there’s no grass rustling or whistling in her ears. Rose sighs. Head heavy, paws aching, and a pain that punctures her heart every time she breathes, she can barely make herself walk, but she must. She couldn’t bear saying goodbye to her dads. Not after the walk they had yesterday…

So she crept off in the middle of the night, just as she did when she ended up at the Moonstone, at least that’s what Ravenpaw called it. She’s fairly certain they were both awake when she left, but neither Ravenpaw nor Barley tried to stop her, thankfully. Now, though, she’s cold and alone, venturing into land that she’s never been before. 

It’s terrifying. 

She thought that Lionclaw would be there, walking beside her. She laughs to herself. That was a childish thought, wasn’t it? He hadn’t been with her all these moons except for that one dream and suddenly she thinks that he’s going to be at her side, leading her the way her dads would. Now she has neither Lionclaw nor her dads. It’s just her and the night air. 

Ears back, she tries to force those thoughts out of her head. She has to do this. She has to tell the Clans of this prophecy, no matter what. It’s her mission. 

“You’re so strong, Rosie…”

She stops in her tracks, a warm scent surrounding her. “Lionclaw!”

A purr fills her ears, overwhelms all the other sounds around her. “Of course, Rosie, I could never leave you to be on your own. Nothing will part us again, I promise.”

Rose lets out a purr herself, rubbing against Lionclaw and burying herself in his thick fur. 

“Come on, then, Rosie, we have to get going if we want to make any progress in our journey tonight.”

“Right!” she purrs, prancing away from Lionclaw, her legs getting tangled and her chin hitting the ground. She huffs and sits up, then stands.

Lionclaw laughs, “Just as clumsy as ever.”

Rose huffs again but can’t help the grin on her face.

As she walks, Lionclaw’s scent leads her, but he himself doesn’t. His ‘solid’ form fades, yet she doesn’t feel alone. He stays by her side, or he might as well be by her side as his warmth is everywhere around her, the one comfort she has as she walks through the unfamiliar terrain. 

Squeaks reach her ear, as do the hoots of owls and other noises that she can’t quite put a name to. It’s spooky, and Rose wishes desperately for Ravenpaw and Barley to be here at her side to lead her through the land and tell her she’ll be fine. Yes, she has Lionclaw and his ‘presence’ is comforting...but it’s not the same. Having him around is not the same as having her dads with her. She should’ve known it wouldn’t be the same. Her heart already aches for her dads, and she’s only just left them.

Rose sighs and keeps walking.

Her paws start to burn, every step making her want to groan and whine, but after a while they begin to go numb, and that feeling begins to creep up her legs. It’s barely dawn when it gets to the point where she feels she has to stop. The smell of dawn washes over her, bringing her just enough energy for her to be able to find a place to settle down to rest, a little dip in the land where the grass is lush and no dangerous smells linger. 

Dew from the grass makes her shiver, but Rose couldn’t care less about it. All that matters is that she has a fairly comfortable place to sleep.

The next few days follow a similar pattern. She wakes, walks until she almost collapses, and when she smells prey she does her best to hunt  it. Though, some of the time she has to scavenge for food as she isn’t the best hunter out there. It’s a bit disgusting, and not nearly as easy as she believed it would be, but she’s surviving. She’s walking and making her way toward the Clans. At least, she thinks she is. Lionclaw’s scent is still leading her, as faint as it seems now.

On the morning of the fourth day away from the barn, she comes across a Thunderpath. The smell is overwhelming, it suffocates her. Much worse than the Thunderpath between the barn and Highstones. It’s so much louder, like a bunch of bees buzzing in her head and then more. The ground beneath her trembles but her body shakes even more.

Still, she keeps walking. 

The closer to the Thunderpath she gets, the more her senses leave her. Almost she stops walking, but a breeze hits her from below where the Thunderpath should be and she turns to follow it. 

Her paws hit water and the pads on them burn, just as the smell of said water burns her nose. It stinks horribly, but it seems to be a way through that’s better than crossing the Thunderpath. And if it were the wrong way to go, Lionclaw would tell her, right? So she continues through the  tunnel, weaving between harsh bars that are on either end of the tunnel. 

On the other side, she bolts, the smell of Twolegs stronger here than it was on the other side, hoping that she’s not leading herself onto another Thunderpath.  And luckily she isn’t. Her paws hit grass that goes from short and harsh to tall and soft. She heaves a sigh of relief, heart pounding in her chest. 

She never wants to be anywhere near a place like that again. 

With an aching body and claws tearing at the inside of her stomach, she continues on through the grass. She does stop to hunt, and as terrible of a hunter as she is, she catches a mouse that fills her belly with warmth the way no other mouse has ever done before. 

She lays in the field, soaking in the warmth of the sun, letting her paws rest and her heart calm. Birds chirp above her, a kind sound, familiar. Stretching out, she lets herself drift off into the first fairly peaceful sleep she’s had since leaving the barn. 

At sunset she wakes, and by nightfall she has travelled through the field she slept in and arrived at a new place; one with smell that she doesn’t recognize, along with the faint smells of Twolegs and dogs. 

Tentatively, she moves forward, slinking under a fence of wood. A few tail-lengths into the sectioned off field, she can tell that the creatures inside are much bigger than her, but also that they’re quiet and not moving around too much. Keeping low to the ground, she creeps between the legs of the creatures, jumping at every slight noise around her.

After reaching the edge of the herd of creatures, Rose breaks into a run. She runs and runs and runs until she reaches the other end of the sectioned field, squeezing herself under the fence once more. And once she passes that fence, it’s only a foxlength to yet another Thunderpath.

She sits just beyond the edge of the Thunderpath, head hanging, chest heaving, and throat aching. 

Why do Twolegs build so many of these things everywhere? Why?

She wants to cry.

But, after catching her breath, Rose forces herself to her feet and runs across the Thunderpath, not even checking if there’s a monster coming to kill her. She can’t tell if the roaring is from a monster or the blood pounding in her ears. Even after she crosses, the smell of monsters lingers around her, Twolegs are everywhere, and the ground burns her paws with every step she takes.

Beneath those smells, though, are the scents of cats, at least three. She’s not sure whether to run toward or away from them. They could attack and chase her off or they could be welcoming...or neither. She doesn’t have a chance to make the decision, as she realizes too late she’s right next to the source of the cat smells.

Rose tries to back away, fur on her back raised, tail puffed with fear. 

“Woah there, kit,” one of the cats says, but it’s not enough to calm Rose down. He might not sound aggressive, but that doesn’t mean the others are friendly. 

Ears pressed against her head, she takes a step back. Something rushes toward her, grabbing the scruff of her neck and yanks her toward were she was a moment ago. She squeaks, claws at the air, but it’s to no avail. Nothing except dirt gets between her claws. 

“That was a close one,” he mews, releasing Rose from his grip. “M’ name’s Diesel, by the way.”

“I-I’m Rose.” She lifts her nose. He smells of Twolegs and monsters and he carries the scent of two other cats.

“Where are you trying to get to, Rose?”

“Oh, uhm,” she hesitates, wondering if this cat will actually help or if he’ll just think she’s crazy. Well, she has nothing to lose. “I’m looking for a big group of cats, uh, they’re near the place where the sun drowns.”

“Huh.”

Anxiety wraps itself around Rose’s heart. “Wh-what?”

“You’re the third cat to say you’re looking for that place.”

“Really?!” Her heart pounds. There’s more than just her looking for the Clans?

“Yeah, the others are inside. Follow me.”

Paws feeling lighter than they have in days, Rose trots after Diesel, following him into a space between two large structures. Twoleg buildings, she assumes. It smells like crow-food over here, but the smell of other cats is stronger.

“Graystripe, Millie, there’s someone here lookin’ for the same place as you two are.” 

“Really?” comes the voice of another tom cat, curiosity filling the air, but Rose can also detect pain in his voice.

“This is Rose, she said she’s lookin’ for a group of cats near the sun-drown place.”

“Rose,” the tom breathes, “Millie, isn’t that the cat that Ravenpaw told us about?”

Instantly Rose’s ears perk up. “Ravenpaw? You saw him? When? How is he? What about Barley?”

“It was two dawns ago when we stopped at the barn, Ravenpaw said that you had just left them. Him and Barley both seemed like they missed you, and they were worried.”

Rose lowers her head, sitting and wrapping her tail around her paws. “Did he tell you why I left?”

Millie speaks up now, her voice gentle. “He didn’t say exactly why, but he said it was important.”

She nods. Thinking about how her dads makes her throat tighten. I’m sorry, she whispers to them, I’m so sorry…

“You actually got here just in time. Graystripe and I were planning on leaving tonight, if you want to come with us rather than travelling alone…”

“Really? You’ll let me come with you?” 

The idea of not being alone makes Rose’s heart soar. She’s never been alone for days at a time like this, and it’s like basking in the sun to be offered to travel with someone. And they’re all going to the same place! 

“It’ll be safer if you do some with us,” Graystripe murmurs, and Rose can’t help but wonder what’s going on in his head to cause that tone. 

Rose purrs, all of her exhaustion and weariness forgotten. 

That is, until she realizes that they’re going to be climbing in the back of a monster to travel faster. Diesel is with them, telling them which monster is the one they want to climb on. He says it’s because of the boards on the back of it, whatever that’s supposed to mean. For Rose, she just has to trust him blindly and hope that none of these new cats are going to lead her into something overly dangerous. 

Before she tries to jump on the back of the monster, she thanks Diesel, not only for saving her from being attacked by the monster, but for introducing her to Graystripe and Millie and for being so hospitable towards her. He just flicks her ear with his tail and says it was nothing. 

Then she turns to the monster, the stench of it not registering in her nose any more. She reaches up with her front paws and finds a ledge, which she jumps on, and when she reaches up again, there’s a small ledge and then empty space behind it. She jumps toward the scent of her two new companions. As soon as she’s in the monster, she crouches down next to Graystripe, pressing herself against him for comfort. Whether the comfort is more for her or him, she isn’t sure, all she knows is that both of them are trembling. 

When the monster comes to life, it’s even worse. The wind whips around them, louder than just hearing the monsters roar by on the Thunderpath. She presses closer to Graystripe. Meanwhile, Millie seems to be having the time of her life, enjoying the way the wind tears through her fur. 

It seems like they’re travelling in the monster for moons, but when it slows down, Graystripe says it’s night. They’ve travelled on the back of the monster all day, and Rose hasn’t slept a wink. Luckily, they all climb out of the monster for the night. Rose can’t be bothered with hunting or eating, she just curls up near a wall and falls asleep. 

Waking up is a shock, as she hears yowls and the sounds of fighting all around her. Heart in her throat, she strikes at the unfamiliar scents. Claws rake her side, teeth sink into her skin, but she does the same in response, fighting for her life. Nothing but the pounding of her own heart can be heard. She doesn’t stop her makeshift fighting until the enemies retreat, leaving her with Graystripe and Millie. 

Barely, they have a second to breath when Millie yells out; “Our monster’s leaving!”

Rose takes off after the two bigger cats, but she’s falling behind quickly. Even Graystripe with his hurt shoulder is moving faster than her. She isn’t sure of all that’s happening, but she knows that Millie makes it on the monster, and then Graystripe disappears from in front of her….and she keeps falling further and further behind. Millie is yelling at her to keep running, to keep trying, that she can make it, but Rose knows that’s not true. 

Still, she uses the last of her energy to burst forward and jump. Flying through the air makes her stomach drop and she’s afraid that she might be a goner. But paws and teeth grab her and yank her inside the monster. 

Trembling, she can’t speak.

But she made it.

That’s all that matters. 

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i might make Rose have an incident that makes her terrified of large bodies of water and the like ! which means she hates huge open spaces and huge bodies of water ! fun !

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Frosted Eyes: Chapter One - The Prophecy

[a Warrior Cats AU for Broken Thrones, the Prologue can be found here. can also be found here on wattpad]

Rose trots out of the barn. Cool fresh air greets her, making her heart flutter with the desire to run off and start an adventure. It tugs at her paws, urging her to just run, but she restrains herself. As much as she wants to, though, she restrains herself. She has her family here...but that doesn't mean she can't find somewhere new to explore around here. Maybe one of her dads can tell her about a new place she can go. They're both always telling her about interesting places they've been before, especially Ravenpaw.

Turning to go back into the barn and find one of them, she falls on her face, banging her chin on the hard ground. A dull but familiar pain pulses through her jaw.

"Stupid legs," she grumbles, picking her legs up one by one until she's standing again.

An amused purr reaches her ears. "Legs get tangled again, Rose?"

Huffing, Rose licks her chest, refusing to respond to that statement. She straightens her posture, lifts her head.

"Ravenpaw, do you...do you have any cool places I can go?"

He licks her head in response, smoothing the fur down and making her look like less of a mousebrain, hopefully. Though him and Barley already know how dumb she is.

"Do we know of any places that Rose can explore, Barley?"

"Hmph," the other cat grunts as he plops on the ground next to Rose. "There's some more places behind the barn she hasn't been yet..."

"Is there any place outside the barn and farm I could go...?"

Ravenpaw pauses mid-lick, then he pulls away from Rose. And almost she regrets saying something. "The main places that match that criteria are much too dangerous to go to, especially since you’re so young."

"But according to you, I'm almost the age of an apprentice in the Clans..."

"Even so, crossing the Thunderpath is dangerous for even the most experienced cats. Many have joined the ranks of StarClan because of incidents on the Thunderpath..."

"The Thunderpath," Rose breathes. She remembers being there, the roaring of the monsters, the ground trembling beneath her, the fear that froze her paws to the ground. It was terrifying. "Is it always dangerous?"

"Always," Barley pipes in. "Which means you should stay away from it at all times."

She sighs, hanging her head in resignation, knowing she should listen to her dads. Yet, that night she can't sleep. She tosses and turns and flops and....can't sleep. The crickets are too loud, the mice are scratching too much, Barley and Ravenpaw's soft snores are in her head too much. So she stands and steps gingerly, doing her very best to be quiet and careful.

As Rose takes a step outside the barn, the wind cuts into her side like a claw made of ice. Still, she leaves the shelter and wanders, letting her paws take her where they wish to go. She only realizes where she's gone when the sour stench of Twolegs and monsters surrounds and suffocates her. But her paws keep moving. The ground turns from soft grass to hard...something.

The Thunderpath.

Her breath catches in her throat, fear soaks into her bones, it makes her skin crawl. But there are no sounds of monsters, no rumbling ground, no deafening roars. It's...safe?

Before that thought completely registers in her mind, Rose finds herself bolting across the Thunderpath as fast as her clumsy paws will take her. She doesn't trip, not once. A new record for moving so quickly. Rose's entire body is thrumming in time with her heartbeat, her head buzzing, her paws burning.

She's never been this far away from the barn, yet she doesn't stop. Her paws continue to walk. Leading her further and further away from home.

Gradually, the smell of the Thunderpath fades into the distance.

She walks and walks and walks.

Her paws ache.

Why can't I stop walking? Why did I come this far in the first place?

Rose steps onto stone, damp air washes over her. Immediately she knows she must walk into here, she must. Something deep within her is pulling her forward.

She begins walking again. It's a cave, and the roof of it is low-- the tips of her ears brush the top of the tunnel. She walks forward cautiously, setting each paw down gently, being as careful as possible so as to not smash her nose against the wall of the cave.

Eventually the tunnel opens up, cool air flows around her, the ceiling no longer brushes her ears. She takes another step forward. Then another. Something cold and hard touches her front paws. Slowly, she stretches her nose out, and it brushes against the object, another cool stone. She closes her eyes. Sleep consumes her.

A familiar scent-- that of sunshine, days in newleaf, and the faint scent of blood-- fills her lungs. Rose lifts her head and opens her eyes. They burn and she...she can see. At least, she thinks this is what it is. What else could it be?

The source of the scent, Lionclaw, stands before her. His expression is unfamiliar to do, but...but it seems friendly. His pelt isn't solid, it shows the environment around them. Stars shine through his fur, at least that's how stars have been described to her in the past. What she can see of his pelt is what she can only describe as what the sun feels like on her fur, warm and lovely, and his eyes show that feeling so much more vibrantly, like a blazing day in the middle of greenleaf.

Rose bounds up to him and buries her face in his thick fur, almost letting out a sob of joy in being near him again.

"You've found me, Rosie. I always knew you would," he purrs, a noise she has longed to hear every since that fateful day.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you," she croaks, her throat aching with grief.

"No, no, don't say that. You were a kit, barely able to walk, there was nothing you could have done to change things. It was always my mission to protect you until my death, and I did that. I'm just glad that you have grown up so much with such kind cats as family."

"I miss you."

"And I miss you, Rosie. But don't worry, I'll always be with you, no matter what."

His low purr gives her more comfort than his words. It's so familiar, something she's longed to feel ever since that fateful day, since she was forced to leave him on that field.

"Chin up, Rosie. I'm sad to say that this is more than just a reunion. There's something you must do, a prophecy you must fulfill..."

Rose takes a step back, but stays close enough that she can still feel what must have once been his body warmth. She watches him intently, the feeling odd to her after a lifetime, no matter how short, of not seeing.

Lionclaw stares right into her eyes, a somber look on his face.

"Blood will come with a vengeance.

The wolf's reflection will drown him

And the water will freeze over

Bringing an end to the darkness."

"I don't understand-"

"Find the Clans, Rosie..."

The vision of Lionclaw fades, his scent begins to turn to that of damp air, the warmth of him and this place turning into the cold feeling of stone. She cries out, wanting him to stay, wanting to run after him, wanting to bury her face in his fur again, but she doesn't. He's gone from her again, torn away from her paws just as he was the first time.

She's back in the cave, cold and stiff and aching. Shivering, Rose realizes how alone she is and how strange this place is. Excitement laces her heart, though. Lionclaw told her to find the Clans, the things Ravenpaw has told her stories about her whole life. Hopefully...hopefully they won't be too upset with her for this.

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i just thought of an ADORABLE scene between Rose and her love interest and i want to SCREAM

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Exhaustion pulls at Rose, her tail drags the ground, her head hangs, her paws barely lift as she walks. But then the strong smell of cats overwhelm her. Many cats, from two different groups it seems, and within one of those groups...

“Graystripe! Millie!” she calls, suddenly filled with energy, and she bolts towards the scents. Yowling fills her ears, blood fills her lungs. 

She runs right into the middle of a fight. Confused, she tries to identify which group her friends are part of, and then turns to fight the opposite group. She swipes and claws and bites and kicks, but she’s also bitten and clawed. The wounds on her back are reopened and blood pours out of her. It’s overwhelming. She slips on her own blood and collapses, she doesn’t bother to try and stand again.

Consciousness fading, the fighting continues around her.

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the first time Rose unlocked the killer that lays deep in her heart, she was training with Lionblaze. something in her changed and she went straight for the throat without thinking. luckily it was Lionblaze and he didn't didn't get hurt, but Rose scared herself so much she didn't want to train for moons after that, she didn't even want to be around others for the new couple days because she was so afraid she'd hurt them

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after Rose becomes Rosepaw and then Rosefrost, she takes her duty as a warrior very seriously. she might be clumsy and have a kind personality, but she is killer. literally. she is not afraid to kill whoever threatens her Clan, her friends, her family.

she isn't sure where the killer part of her came from, but it's there and it lurks in her heart. it's frightening, really, but she's learning how to cope with it. besides, being a warrior brings the possibility of having to kill, right?

and when the big fight comes around, well,let's just say it's a good thing she's able to kill

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Rosefrost sighs. Water laps at her paws, a dangerous reminder of what could have happened, what did happen, what will haunt her for moons to come. That’s not the weight she needs to carry right now, though it will be with her for the rest of her life. There are more immediate things she needs to think about, futures to consider...

Should she stay where she is, living near the one she loves but never being able to be with them? or should she go to the ones who need her, or at least want her help, and tear herself away from the one she loves and prevent the tempation for them both?

The sound of paws on pebbles breaks Rosefrost from her thoughts. The scent that washes over her is one she wishes she could spend her life surrounded by. 

“I don’t know what to do,” her voice cracks, her head hangs. She continues quietly; “I don’t know anything except that I love you and that we can never be, not without breaking the warrior code...”