[Neptune.]

Wrenpaw
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28/100
9 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue
medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes

So his real motive for knowing if she could swim was for water fishing? Hm... maybe she shouldn't have fibbed that small bit about knowing how to swim, but she was far too proud to admit that lie now - she'd much rather drown than swallow her pride and come clean. Whatever, she couldn't be dreadful at swimming at any rate, and her instincts must count for something even if they didn't lend her to the side of being very good. They'd keep her alive and afloat. Probably. Isn't that all that matters.

Whatever, it doesn't really matter. Not a moment after he sets off, Wrenpaw puffs up her fur against the slight chill in the air and follows after her mentor, keeping close behind him and noting the slight wetness of the ground under paw, the trees they pass and the different landmarks that would guide her back to camp. There's a tree with a strange knot on its trunk that seems to be looking at here here... a large rock overgrown with moss there... and, finally, the river lies ahead of them.

[ @occultation ]