Rivers Are Fun [closed]

Patchface tossed another caught fish to the side. That was the second one for today. Perhaps he should finish and head back. He took a moment to enjoy a passing breeze against his long, white fur. The beating sun already made it feel like greenleaf, and his heavy fur didn't help him cool down. He nosed a fish he had caught, hesitating a moment before taking it in his jaws and burying it. A few more fish wouldn't hurt. And he could keep a small snack to go along with it. Waiting at the water's edge, he didn't notice the pawsteps of another cat approaching behind him.

ooc: sorry for the fail post

Larchleap had left camp after she noticed that the fresh kill pile was looking a little despondent with so few pieces left. A flood of new kits was great news, one that she celebrated along with the rest of the clan. However, until they could run without stumbling every few steps, they were simply more mouths to feed. And she understood this meant they all needed to work twice as hard. Which was why she headed down to the river.

Slipping through the reeds to fish, she came across her denmate, Patchface, who seemed to have gotten the same idea as her. In case he was close to a catch, the golden she-cat slinked up beside him quietly. Though when she saw a silver flash close to the surface nearby her, the she cat couldn't resist swooping her paws in and tossing up a decently sized trout. She only hoped the tom wasn't too startled by her presence.

Patchface found himself nearly stumbling into the water at the sudden catch, despite knowing there was another cat sitting next to him. He glanced to his side, seeing Larchleap's brown fur. He instantly recognized her. "Oh, Larchleap," he started, pulling his large tail toward his paws. He waited until his fur settled before giving an impressed nod. "Nice catch." He assumed that his fellow Clanmate was here for the same reason as him, but he still posed the question. "What brings you up here?"

ooc: another fail-post. i'm tired XD

With a quick swipe, Larchleap crushed the fish's skull, killing it as mercifully and swift as possible. It was giving it's life to feed their clan, the least she could do was kill it quickly. Once the deed was done, she turned to face the tom, putting her kill to the side. "Thank you. You're not so bad yourself." She gestured to the two fish near him with her paw. "I'm here to help, I guess. So many new mouths to feed. We might have to be here from dusk till dawn."

She purred jokingly, her tail curl and uncurling around her as Larchleap spoke to Patchface. His daughter, Dewleaf, seemed to have adopted her as a mother figure of sorts, but they'd barely spoken. She knew he was her late father, Wailingstream's apprentice, and that was about it for them. It was something she was interested in changing, after all, they were denmates. "What's the biggest you've caught? Wailingstream used to swear he caught one the size of a warrior before."


OOC: ;D No worries