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Post by Roxie ! on Dec 2, 2007 15:37:50 GMT -5
RiverClan's namesake ran a long way through their territory. The water's depth and roughness varied day to day, depending on the weather and season. The further downriver you went, the rougher the water got. It was a fact that every RiverClan cat knew well, and would remember unless they fancied a trip down the waterfall. Today the weather was calm, the air icy and crisp with frost. Leaf-Bare was sneaking upon the forest. Prey had begun to disappear, the leaves that had fallen in the past few moons were beginning to curl and crackle. Today was a significant day, for it was now snowing for the first time. Tiny white flakes fluttered from the clouded skies, clinging to everything they could reach.
A lithe black tomcat sat near the water's edge, perched on a stone that overlooked the river. Snowflakes stuck to his pelt here and there, adding an extra texture to the various shades of ebony that existed previously. The water here was fairly calm today, and had not yet frozen over. But he knew that it was only a matter of time. Then, fishing would be nearly impossible. It was why Leaf-Bare often took the hardest toll on RiverClan, because their most reliable food source was completely eliminated. Fiery eyes narrowed at the thought. They'd have to stock up before the season set in, so a bit of hunting wouldn't be out of place. Anyway, it was a chance to get out of camp.
While some cats enjoyed the warmth and safety the Clan's camp held, Brighteyes preferred to spend his time somewhere quiet and alone. Besides, he had to keep himself busy...or his memories would catch up with him. Brighteyes glared into the water. His own silent reflected stared back up at him, but he ignored it, looking past it into the icy depths of the river. It was only a matter of time...one needed patience when fishing. Because of this, it was a skill that he had not easily mastered as an over-excited apprentice. But he was letting the past get to him again. Brighteyes brushed the thought off. Anyway, he'd learned to do it now, hadn't he?
It was then, finally, that a long silver trout darted past. Quick as a flash, Brighteyes allowed his reflexes to take over, swiping a large black paw quickly into the icy water and scooping out the fish. Claws unsheathed, he dug them into the fishes' scales and brought his prey down, pinned against the rock. He wasn't in the mood to go chasing the flopping thing rabbit-hops across the shore. Dipping his head, the RiverClan warrior gave it a few quick sniffs. There wasn't a whole lot of meat on this one, but it'd have to do. They couldn't afford to be picky at a time like this. Carefully, he nudged the fish away further toward shore, making a mental note to take it back to camp later. He didn't intend to go back just yet. |
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