A Chat Between Moons

Over the last two moons, Cherrypaw had found herself constantly drawn towards the River that marked their Riverclan border. Any patrol that had gone there the apprentice had joined and, during her free time she found herself at the water's edge more often than not. It was not a new fascination, Cherrypaw had always wondered how a fish tasted or what it was like to swim. Despite this, it still startled her when she looked up and realized she was at the border once again. She had yet to figure out why the River suddenly had such a pull on her, almost as if she was waiting for something. Looking around she noticed a short flat rock not too far away and went over to it, knowing for a fact she was not at sunningrocks as the rest were nowhere in sight.

Sitting down, the golden-hued ginger she-cat stared down at the flowing water in contemplation. Now that she thought about it she had been spacing out a lot lately. Since Forestpaw spent most of her time with Smokepaw, Cherrypaw had felt a sort of distance forming between herself and her two friends. They both had feelings for one another and whenever she spent time with them Cherrypaw felt left out or like she was holding them back. Her training hadn't been moving forward very quickly either. Though she was a great hunter her battle skills were sorely lacking and she hadn't been attentive enough recently for any training that did happen to stick. Huffing out sigh, Cherrypaw laid down so her nose was just touching the water's edge and lazily reached out a paw, letting it drift in the river's current.