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Post by shadowstar on Jul 28, 2007 4:31:52 GMT -5
Minkpelt swam through the calm water of the mouth below the falls. He enjoyed going under water, and seeing how many fish he could catch in 10 minutes. It was his favorite game to play on boring days such as these.
But even your favorite past time can get old. Minkpelt had already caught 11 fish, in only an hour! That would feed more than a quarter of the Clan alone.
He gave a sigh, and padded onto shore, water splashing every where, and dripping from his belly fur.
Minkpelt sat down next to the fish, wondering what else he could do for the day... he wasn't scheduled for a patrol until evening. |
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Post by nightmoon on Jul 28, 2007 18:51:39 GMT -5
[if this shouldnt be here, leeme know.]
Waterheart deided to teast her fish hunting skills, if any were to be tested, and do a little explring in her new home. She hadnt seen much of Rainstar, and she hoped it wouldnt last long. She snifed the air, and saw Minkpelt standing at the Rivers edge. Still feeling awakard, her shyness began to appear as she said,
"Umm..hello."
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Post by shadowstar on Jul 29, 2007 2:34:32 GMT -5
[No! That's good. ;D]
Minkpelt blinked in surprise as he spotted the other cat. He knew that she used to be of WindClan, and had traveled over to RiverClan when Rainstar has arrived. Minkpelt figured she was probably lonely, seeing as Rainstar had been taking a lot of time to settle in.
"Hello there." he greeted back to her. He shuffled his paws a second, feeling a little embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, but I haven't caught your name." he said, feeling guilty. A cat should know the members of his Clan! However, he might as well ask her, so he could learn about her. |
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Post by nightmoon on Jul 29, 2007 19:10:56 GMT -5
Waterheart siled lighly, feeling just as awakward.
"Waterheart. And...what was yours? I apologize....but just ask Rainwhi-star, I'm terrible with names!"
She turned to lap up a little bit of water from the river, and shook the dropelts that clung to her whiskers off. She blnked her eyes, and listend to the sounds surrounding. All of them were unfamiliar, but thats what comes with new territory.
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Post by shadowstar on Jul 30, 2007 2:56:16 GMT -5
Minkpelt gave an inaudible sigh of relief as the she-cat replied to his question with honest kindness. He had hoped she wouldn't be offended.
"Alright Waterheart. My name is Minkpelt." he said, a purr rumbling from his chest,
His eyes scanned the area, and rested a moment on the pile of fish he had collected.
"Say, do you know how to fish yet?" he asked, eyes sparkling.
Minkpelt doubted Waterheart had ever even tasted a fish in her life; let alone know how to catch the slippery things! |
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Post by Blackstar on Jul 31, 2007 20:34:26 GMT -5
Blacklight dropped his fish on the freshkill pile. His catch only consisted of two silvery scaled fish of medium size, but at least he had contributed. He knew that minkpelt would out-do him, he'd seen the pile of half a dozen fish near the river earlier that day, and it was sure to have grown by this time. Blacklight flicked the white tip of his tail as he rolled his green eyes. He'd never known a cat that liked to fish as much as minkpelt. He decided to return to the river and see how minkpelt was doing with his fish, so turning from the freshkill pile, Darklight trotted back out of the camp. He didn't have to go far before he saw the pile again, enlarged as he had suspected. As he slowed his pace he noticed that minkpelt was no longer alone, along with the tom was the she-cat that had come with Rainstar. Hello Minkpelt, hello Waterheart. he said, remembering the she-cat's name from a piece of conversation that he had overheard in the camp after Rainstar had come. how is the fishing coming along? he asked pleasantly.
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Post by nightmoon on Aug 1, 2007 18:58:29 GMT -5
Waterheart kindly dipped her head towards Blacklight. "And..you're Blacklight, correct? I am so sorry if I'm wrng. Just like I explained to Minkpelt a moment before, I am terribl with names." Turning her attention back to Minkpelt, she replied, "Actually, no I dont. I've never even tasted hem. I hear they are quite good though!" Wow, Waterheart! Maing conversation? You're off to a great re-start! she happily thought to herself. Here, in RiverClan, no one knew o her dark miseable excuse of a past. She felt...free here.
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Post by Blackstar on Aug 2, 2007 10:30:01 GMT -5
Blacklight dipped his head in agreement, to say that she had gotten his name right. He sat down, beginning to clean his black fur in a soothing, repetitive motion down his back. He listened as Waterheart told Minkpelt that she had never fished before in silence. He loved to learn about the different hunting strategies of each clan, knowing that they did not fish like he did. His tail flickered back and forth almost imperceptively, the white tip raising dust where it struck the ground. The sun filtered through the trees and poured down among the three cats beside the river, making illusions in the river and in the fur of the cats. Blacklight's fur appeared brown in the sun that struck him.
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Post by silvermask on Aug 3, 2007 6:15:46 GMT -5
[room for one more?]
Wetwhisker padded out of the reeds, sitting down beside Waterheart, nodding to his clan-mates as he did so. "Water... Waterheart? Right?" he meowed to the former Windclan she-cat. "Want a lesson then?" he asked, referring to when she'd mentioned never tasting fish. The Riverclan warrior stared into the ice depths of the water, judging the perfect moment to strike. Within a heartbeat, his paw darted into the river, pulling out a silver fish. It flew back wards, landing awkwardly in Wetwhisker's mouth, but he'd caught it none the less.
"I rarely get it perfect", he meowed through the scales. Spitting it out onto the ground, he looked back up at Waterheart. "Fancy some?" he inquired, giving his belly fur a few swift licks.
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Post by Blackstar on Aug 3, 2007 12:18:44 GMT -5
Blacklight watched the newest member of their group as Wetwhisker caught a fish from the river, paws flying out and striking faster than the fish could swim. He'd been taught that move too, but rarely employed it, prefering a different method. He licked on of his black forepaws and dragged it over his black face, closing his eye to keep out the dirt. He wondered if waterheart would accept a piece of the fish. Blinking, he tilted his head slightly to show his curiosity.
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