Blossompaw and Lilypaw (Closed)

The water was cool on the she-cat's paws as she stepped between stepping stones. The chill of it numbing in the soft warmth of leaf fall, but the clan needed more prey. They were too numerous, and even the fish were beginning to thin out from over-fishing. Blossompaw gazed back at the deeper parts of the river. She could see a fish right down in the bottom, but getting there meant holding her breath a little more than was strictly comfortable from the Riverclan side. Fortunately, Thunderclan's had a small shallow dip she could use.

Unfortunately, it wasn't on her own territory. She leapt off the last stepping stone and padded into the hock deep water with her focus trained on the deeper waters. Unaware of any cat watching her.