Blossom's blowing on Stormy winds. (Closed)

It was a simple enough task. Go hunting with Stormstrike... to Blossompaw, that translated as catching fish. It should have been easy... but it wasn't. Blossompaw had reached the river with him easily enough, but she barely knew anything about Stormstrike. Only that he was Jaystar's son. A notable tom who was hard working and noble. He was also handsome, and Blossompaw fidgeted nervously beside him. A small flush under her pelt as she approached the shore of the river with a firm huff of air. There were many handsome toms in camp. She licked a delicate pale paw and brushed it over her ears to smooth them. Her vibrant green eyes closing for a brief moment before she reopened them and smiled at Stormstrike as they waited for the fish to swim their way. Her pale calico coat ruffled gently in the breeze.

She was certainly grateful for her mother's medium pelt and sleek fur.
"You've been a warrior for a while right? I bet you have some awesome fishing moves." She questioned, her tail wrapped neatly around her paws as her head tilted in a refined but questioning manner. Curiousity getting the better of her. Was he all that the clan made him out to be, or was most of it rumour? Her mother often said it was how a cat reacted around you that determined their character. Yet, she found herself interested in the swirls of his grey pelt and the dark tabby stripes.

Stormstrike's brilliant yellow eyes reflected the water as he peered into it, one cream-splashed paw hovering over the waves as dark shadows darted just beneath the surface. Clearly, he was entirely focused on hunting, so much so that everything else happening around him grew dull and muffled.
Suddenly, a thin voice wove its way into his mind, making his ears twitch. His bushy tail-tip flicked as he lowered his paw and glanced over at the apprentice sitting near him. "I suppose..." He mewed, summer-yellow eyes scanning her face for a moment. What was her name, again? Possumpaw? Blossompaw? The tall warrior's whiskers twitched. Blossompaw is probably more likely. "Even though I'm no longer an apprentice, I practice hunting and battling every chance I get."
He narrowed his eyes, turning his attention back to the river. He tried not to talk too much while hunting- or anywhere else, really. But something about her, the way her head tilted with curiosity, her inquisitive green eyes, made him want to keep talking.
"Who's your mentor again?" Stormstrike was careful to keep his voice casual, uncomfortably aware of her eyes on him as he stared into the river. Suddenly, his right paw darted swiftly through the waves, flipping a large, silver-scaled fish onto the riverbank in one smooth motion. He carefully bit into it's back while it struggled before moving it out of the way, glancing up at Blossompaw again while he waited for her response.

Her green gaze caught the glance of his yellow eyes. Her pelt fluffed slightly in response to the shivers beneath her coat as she watched him hunt. His focus seemed unbreakable until he began to answer her questions. She smiled at him, one of her pale paws gently scuffed the ground as she listened to his words with rapture.
"It's Adderfeather." She responded with a grin as she watched him turn back to the water. Her tail flicked cheerfully as she watched the tom hunt smoothly. Even in the still position, ready to grab the fish out of the water, something about him was interesting. The way his pelt swirled on his coat fascinated her eyes until he sprung into action.

Now her gaze simply followed, then she turned away as he made the killing bite on the fish. The skin beneath her pelt felt flushed with embarrasement, hoping he hadn't noticed her looking at him so closely while he was in the hunt. Instead, she took up her own position on the river bank. Her breathing evened as she focused on the water, a couple willow leaves drifted by her. Their empty faded green and brown shapes falling onto the river as it flowed past her. Suddenly, a ripple, and her body plunged into motion.

With quick paws, she reached into the water. The power of her momentum allowed her to use the fish to push herself back towards land as she grabbed it unerringly in her jaws to bring it back to the shore in a graceful arch of muscle and flashing colours. Killing it in the quick, effecient fashion that was a RiverClan specialty as she smiled up at Stormstrike.
"No cat will regret us hunting together!" She declared brightly.