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Subject: transatlantic expertise [C] Sun 31 Mar 2024 - 11:44
"Left foot in the dark 'cause I'm sunnyside up!"
Fish T1 Rogue | Rogue | he/him
Fish spent most of their walk complaining. Louse had invited him to go hunting, and Fish assumed he'd just been a jaunt around the dusty, regrowing lands in their world of stone. But when they left, Louse walked- and walked-- and kept walking. He hadn't explained where they were going, just that they were 'going hunting' and 'it'd be worth it', 'it'd be fun'! Well, Fish was tripping over his tired paws before they even got to the hunting part! It didn't seem very worth it to him.
But by sunhigh, Fish could hear water. Louse had led them back to the river. Several feelings rose over seeing the silver line it cut across the horizon: uneasiness from remembering their encounter with RiverClan's leader; a sudden concern over the realization he'd yet to try hunting a thing; and a new, surprising, sense of bitter envy over the fact Louse had gotten them here at all. Fish's ears flicked down but he didn't say anything. Not until they reached the water's edge, at least, where he piped up again with, "This is a bad idea, you know." Still, beneath the flash of frustration, there was interest glinting in his eyes.
Fish crept up closer to the water, feeling the sand squish under his paws. The air was thick with the scent of the Clan cats they met; stronger, freshly-marked, when Fish bent to sniff at the ground. They'd come up right beside the border, huh? "Welllll... 's long as we don't cross, we can't get in trouble, right?" He flashed his brother a cheeky look before turning toward the water.
What had Grub showed them again...? It was hard to recall the brief instructions when his memory of the afternoon was mostly claws. But Fish hunkered down by the water's edge, wobbling a bit as he settled. If he just hit the water he'd get something, right? A large shadow moved beneath the surface, and with an excited little yip, Fish's claws flashed out. He felt scales graze his paw, but the fish darted away while he rocked back to desperately rebalance himself before he could spill into the water. "Boo," he huffed, sticking his tongue out. "Louse, you try!"
Fish attempted to catch a fish... attempt unsuccessful! -3 SP.
"shhhhhh." hissed Louse as the scent of the clans grew stronger. It was quite the trek back to the river, and he didn't know why Fish complained so much. It reminded him of when they'd been travelling with their father all those months ago to their current home. That was so much worse than this, and it had been ugly journey as well. If Fish kept his mouth shut and didn't protest maybe his brother would appreciate the sights more. "Relax... Enjoy the sights. I know what I'm doing." Amber eys flashed in the sun as he tossed a pleased look over his shoulder towards the tortoiseshell tom. Perhaps he shouldn't be so harsh about his complaints. Less than a moon ago he'd put on the performance of his life in front of RiverClan to spare the both of them. He really cared about his brother, much more than their father did. Plus, Fish didn't get out much and he still hadn't worked off his kit fluff, which... was... cute, but by now he should have been more equipped to be on his own. Fish was too smart to be acting like such a baby, really. Louse just needed to help him be more self reliant, not grown up. He wasn't mature in the slightest, but at least he could look out for himself.
Fish was very unsure about all of this, hunting was only dangerous if you were an idiot, and his brother was from that. It was probably why they got on so well, he understood that Louse got silly and meant well and he also mostly had the same ideas, and if they didn't agree on something they compromised -like pranks. The dirt underfoot grew softer, and gradually transitioned into sand as they approached the embankment. His eyes twinkled at his brother's words, nodding his head. "And... If we aren't part of their clans they can't really make us follow their silly rules. Border is a made up word!" The calico puffed out his chest at the statement then joined Fish at the lulling waters.
He stuck a paw into the water then quickly retracted it. "eek! That's freezing." Several shadows drifted to the surface, scales flashing as they caught the sunlight. The way they moved was kind of mesmerising, but he bet their taste would be better still. As the unsuspecting fishies swam closer he grew more attentive. Surely they were easier to catch. Louse was about to strike when Fish struck the water. The shoal scattered and the tom huffed, falling back into the sand, tail smacking loudly against the grit. "Why are they literally impossible to catch? "
Rolled a 6, feeling pretty neutral - on the higher end. Her teeth are not hurting as bad as they could be.
It was a better day than usual. Weepingwillow, disregarding Littlesplash's instructions, had decided to take a leisurely stroll - well, waddle given her state. The other two queens would yap at her, inevitably stating she was too pregnant and should be on nest rest and light duty. She could hear their incessant fussing already. They were overreacting. They were too quick to underestimate her abilities.
Yet, her stroll took an unexpected turn when she stumbled on two hapless rogues across the river. Suppressing a growl, she settled herself on the opposite side of the river - her tail wrapping over her paws. She stared at them, amusement dancing in her fierce gaze. They were as incompetent as they were foolish.
"Hook it out, you bumbling mouse-brain! Try not to drown in your incompetence." Her patience wore thin and she hissed as the marbled tortoiseshell tom missed his catch, striking the water like a fool. Her eyes burned with an intensity that could chill the sun itself. How did these low-life imbeciles manage to survive this long without being eaten by a fox?"Try again. You'll get it this time."
Fish squinted. Borders didn't seem made up to him. Sure, he didn't always obey them, but they were clear-cut and reeking. And the last time they tried them, their father was attacked and all their lives threatened. But they weren't crossing now; it was no matter. Louse seemed confident, anyway, and Fish trusted his family. He was opening his mouth to address the complaints when lumbering pawsteps made his ears twitch. Turning, he looked across the river, blinking in surprise as a heavily round cat came marching from the tall grasses. She didn't lunge, though she didn't look in a state too. Just blithely sat down, watching them through narrowed eyes. He couldn't tell whether the look in her gaze was scorn or amusement.
She might have been one of the kinder Clan cats-- Fish hoped that she was, and wanted to hope such for a little longer, but then her mouth opened. His ears immediately flipped backwards to pin against his head. His insides twisted up and he bristled, shoulders squaring. "Don't call me that!" He protested. "I'm very smart. It's not my fault fish are hard to catch." Moreso out of a desire to prove her wrong rather than any intention of following her strange encouragement, Fish hunkered down again. He looked back at Louse before training his eyes on the water.
He swayed on his paws while he waited. The fish he'd scared away were quick to come back, streaming by easily. Fish took in a deep breath and, when one came close enough, he struck out. Before his paw even touched the water, his balance shifted unsteadily and Fish ended up rolling forward, tail-over-ears. He was lucky to land only in the shallows, but the spill soaked his entire body and scattered most of the school away. He pulled his head up from where his muzzle ended beneath the surface, gasping, then shot a sharp look toward their spectator. His chest felt raw and he hated the stinging feeling her word, incompetence, left in him while it bounced around his head. "This isn't easy!" He said, smacking the water with a frustrated paw. "You catch something for us."
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