take a dip [closed]

The sun was unforgiving on this day. Rain hadn't touched SkyClan territory in what felt like moons, drying the beds of pine needles into nothing more than sharp, dusty fire hazards. Yewfrost had elected to a border patrol on the rare stretch of river that separated them from RiverClan, in a bid for any sort of relief from the overbearing heat. He casually dipped away from the rest of the patrol and padded down into the bank. It was a good deal lower than usual, but the river itself still flowed swift. He could spy a few large fish in the middle, yet what good were they if he couldn't reach them? Besides, he'd never eaten one in his life, he wouldn't know how to properly eat one in the first place. The tuxedo tom followed the water a short ways, doing his duty as a member of the patrol by looking for any suspicious pawprints pressed into the cracked mud. Coming upon a still patch of water behind a boulder, he dared to dip his paws in. Ah, that felt nice between his toepads. Bending his head to take a drink, he relished in this brief quiet, with only the river to remind him that time had not stopped. He stood there for a while with his eyes half closed. Like all things though, his solitude was cut short, as he'd spotted a colorful pelt on the other side of the river. A RiverClan cat, perhaps?