Chase after rabbits, swim after fish [tagged]

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Fleetfoot
Oneclan
Apr 25, 2020 3:20:07 GMT
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Fleetfoot's paws sank into the frigid muck below, painting her legs with heavy greys and browns. How these river cats suffered through this day in and out seemed beyond her grasp, but she supposed I could be an exciting excercise to try prancing around in the mud, chasing the frogs. This slow, sloppy pace nearly killed her antsy enthusiasm for hunting, though. And catching fish sounded like such fun! She imagined bounding after the slipperly things through the water, making big huge splashes as she finally pounced, with large and animated eyes. Pulling her paw from the bog with a shluck, she thought that perhaps mud wasn't her favorite thing in the forest, but she remained determined to find the merit that lurked within CreekClan's beloved territory...somehow.

Chin up, eyes forward! Water from the creek crept into the divot her paw had left and washed her legs in silt, but a little biome trekking wouldn't put her in a negative mood; no way, she wouldn't allow it. Mud was squishy and cold and...exciting! This strange, still expanse of water snaking lazily though the land islands standing vigil over it seemed quite pretty, if one didn't mind all the brown. The moors never had something like this; Fleetfoot could give it that.

Right, right. Fish. Where could they be hiding? This couldn't possibly be harder than catching rabbits, could it? Glaring comically at the water before her, Fleetfoot tromped through the bank muck, took a deep breath, and dunked her face in, stubbornly searching the silty expanse with open eyes unaccustomed to an under-surface environment. Maybe all the fish thought she was ugly?

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23 M
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Flash
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robinflight
Oneclan
Apr 25, 2020 4:13:05 GMT
"Running is a victory."
Robinflight was not moping and whoever thought so was obviously not thinking straight. She just... Missed the fast friendship she had made with Hornetcall, that's all. Cherrybloom had shooed her away from camp early in the morning because her restless energy had grown too much for even a loving mother and so she found herself wandering through the territory restlessly. There were so many cats that her turn for patrol wasn't for several more days, and she didn't have the focus needed to hunt. Not yet at least.

Maybe she could go for a run at the place he had shown her? It would do good in calming her restless energy.

Mind made up, the young molly set off towards the creek that cut off the majority of the territory with a determined pace that only faltered when she came upon another cat already in the shallows. Robinflight narrowed her eyes and kept moving until the form of Fleetfoot - someone from her own clan! - was recognized. She opened her mouth to call a confused greeting to the she-cat trudging through the muddy waters when Fleetfoot suddenly shoved her head under the water.

She stopped in utter bewilderment, head tilted curiously and jaws slightly parted. What was she doing -? Well, whatever it was that had gotten into the other she-cat, Robinflight certainly needed to know. Maybe this could distract her! A quick dart over to just before the water's edge later and she raised her voice in an attempt to alert Fleetfoot to her presence. "What are you doing?" she managed to ask before laughing lightly. Her own paws drifted forward as she squinted into the water reflecting so much sunlight, unable to find whatever had caught the other's eye.

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19 moons
Molly
She/Her
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Moorclan Warrior
arcticwind
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Fleetfoot
Oneclan
Apr 26, 2020 12:52:43 GMT
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Swishing to and fro, Fleetfoot searched the murky waters for as long as her breath could hold out, breaking the surface when the tension in her chest grew too much to bare. Whiskers dripping, she shook herself, spraying droplets every which way; they collided with the water to create many overlapping rings marring the still topside, glistening in the sun.

She perked her ears as a voice, much closer than expected, chimed near the shore. Creating a mighty ruckus in turning to face the newcomer, Fleetfoot swished her thin tail in greeting, a smile reaching her wide eyes. Robinflight! It was always pleasant to spot a familiar face in this foreign territory, surrounded by strangers. Strangers were nice; they simply represented friends not yet met, after all, and who was she to reject that? But it was nice, sometimes, to be able to recognize something that felt a little more like home.

"What am I doing? Oh, fishing, of course," she answered, matching the levity in Robinflight's inquiry with a laugh of her own. "But I don't think the fish like me, because I can't seem to find any." Frowning thoughtfully, Fleetfoot's eyes wandered to the side, catching the glare on the water. Maybe she looked weird - too lanky, too thin, not much like a cat at all - and they swam away at the sight? She couldn't blame them...

No, no, that was silly. Everything looked wobbly and scary underwater. Right? Right.

Turning back to Robinflight, Fleetfoot smoothed the sour worry from her expression (quick as a blink, it was gone) and tilted her head, asking silently for advice.

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robinflight
Oneclan
Apr 26, 2020 18:26:10 GMT
"Running is a victory."
Robinflight giggled again as Fleetfoot shook herself. A few stray droplets ended up on her own coat, but it didn't bother her much. Water was fun as long as she wasn't expected to swim in it for more than what it took to get to the marsh. At least her fellow clanmate seemed to be enjoying herself, trying to figure out how to fish as the Creekclan cats did. She frowned as Fleetfoot did and waded farther into the water. Her smaller size didn't allow her to go as far as the other, but it was enough for Robinflight.

"I think you're just doing it wrong, it's not that they don't like you," was her answer. One paw batted absently at the water as she thought hard to think of whether she had ever seen someone fish before. Certainly she's seen it at least once since the merge? "I don't think sticking your head under the water is the right way to do it though. I swear I've seen Creekclan cats just sit at the side and like. Attack the water or something for it." Robinflight shrugged. Her memory on it was unclear and she had been busy at the time anyway.

She batted at the water again and was struck by an idea. A mischievous grin was tossed Fleetfoot's way right before she splashed water in the other she-cat's direction with a giggle. The mud clung to her paws as she moved to put more distance between them, head turning to dare her to retaliate.

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19 moons
Molly
She/Her
Undecided
Moorclan Warrior
arcticwind
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Fleetfoot
Oneclan
Apr 30, 2020 1:50:02 GMT
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Staring hard at the water, Fleetfoot contemplated her companion's words; her own experience relied almost exclusively on shouts of triumph from the old CreekClan cats proclaiming mighty catches as they entered camp...surely there had to be more to it than sitting on the bank and waiting? Fishing couldn't possibly be that boring in actuality.

Pulling up a forepaw and setting it hovering just over the liquid surface undulating around her, the warrior marveled at how strange experiencing other clan traditions truly felt. What might GorgeClan cats think of MoorClan rabbit chasing? Despite her utter confusion regarding this matter in particular, the entire idea of coalescing cultures and exploring each others' lifestyles seemed endlessly exciting. Why hadn't the clans thought of coming together sooner? Truly, the entire thing was-

A cascade of water droplets hit her side rather abruptly, shocking Fleetfoot out of her reverie. Her jaw dropped to shout out a retort, but a grin rose in its place to match Robinflight's own. It was on. Bunching her shoulders in preparation, she swat at the water with playful might, her tail waving in indication to her excitement.

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Flash

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