Ice Fishing and Family Matters (Closed)

OOC- End?

IC- "Yeah." He said quietly and grabbed his measly amount of fish- three. That wasn't enough. But it didn't matter. He struggled to fit it all in his jaws, one nearly slipping out. He soon got the hang of it and started to walk, slowly so Troutstep could catch up.

Troutstep awkardly picked up his four fish and padded after his nephew. Just make the right choices, okay? The tom wanted to say but decided to keep quiet. The two toms walked back to RiverClan camp in silence both probably glad they finally had that talk.


Ooc- The End//takes a bow.