The waters always flowing [Closed;;Oak]

Near the banks of the quick flowing river, a tabby tom sat just beyond the shore with his eyes shut. Breathing in deeply, the warrior inhaled the brisk Leafbare air as he waited for his apprentice to meet him by the banks. The sound of water bubbling down did overpower most sounds, however he was a seasoned hunter, used to the sounds of the river, and well acquainted with what was normal and what was not.

His ears were pricked in attention, waiting for the faint rustling of an apprentice clawing through the reeds. Frogjaw waited for Mosspaw to join him for their first lesson in fishing.

Mosspaw bundled through the reeds, her patched ears pricked and ready to go. "Hey, Frogjaw!" she greeted, tail brushing the ground in excitement. She shook off the snow that had gathered, twinkling, onto her pelt. Though she was still unsure about her mentor—his deformed mouth worried her that she'd never become as great as she could be at catching fish—he was well liked within the clan, and that brought her comfort. 

The young cat trotted over to the tabby tom, pausing to sniff at the water. She drew back with a shudder, glancing at her mentor wide-eyed: "It's…cold."

"It'll be even cold when we step into the water." Frogjaw meowed, looking quite roguish as he looked pointedly at the shallower part of the river that would only just reach Mosspaw's belly. "No fish are going to swim to the shores in this weather, too cold. We need to get in there. Brace yourself." It was one hell of a way to start their first hunting training lessons, but it would certainly be memorable. With a hint of mischief, waded into the waters first, flicking a few drops with his tail over to Mosspaw's face. His thick, oiled fur help the water away from his skin, leaving him chilled, but not frozen like most short haired cats. He'd take forever to dry, but that was better than freezing. "It's not so bad once you plunge in. Just be careful not to scare the fish."

At first, the young apprentice looked thoroughly horrified, her face contorted into an almost comical expression.

She recoiled as the tom sprayed drops of the freezing substance onto her pelt, shaking as hard as she possibly could. Her green eyes were wide circles of disbelief and fear. He's fish-brained if he thinks I'll step into there! I don't… pausing in her thoughts, a whim hit her that pricked the she's ears. Just imagine what the others'll say! If he can do it, so can I, anyway.

"'Kay," she decided, squeezing her eyes shut and blindly throwing her body in beside her mentor's.

But she miscalculated the landing, and soon her feel pedaled pointlessly beneath the water, mouth open in a silent bubbling scream. She could feel sand and pebbles beneath her paws; and in a few heartbeats she had scrambled upright, the river flowing gently around the fur just above her belly, making it look beautifully groomed beneath the blue.

The rest of her was soaked to the bone, and her teeth chattered as she stared at Frogjaw wide-eyed. "I…did I scare away all the fish?" was the only thing she whispered.