The sun in all its grand warmth beat down on Eveningthaw's pelt as he followed along Garlicfeather, tail swaying languidly behind him. Well into his prime, he'd never felt better despite his thick fur and the summer heat cast down from the heavens. He parted his jaws slightly to take in the scent of RiverClan territory, a refreshing and welcome smell that never quite got old.
Giving a curt nod to Garlicfeather's command, he dipped his head and headed down the river quite a ways opposite Fadedshade. The river sloped down into a grassy bank, coarse rock-sand under paw, he craned his head over the drink and peered into the shoal, waiting for a fish to dart by.
[eveningthaw rolled a 14 -1: 13. success!]
With summers of practice under his paws, Eveningthaw quickly swatted a rainbow trout, nice and plump out of the water and ended its thrashing with a quick and deft nip to the head, through the skull, then turned back to his fishing.
[eveningthaw rolled a 5 -1: 4. fail!]
Though, swiftness had never been his strong suit. Aiming too high, the fish darted away unharmed and still inches deep in the water. With a frown, he tilted his head and went to try again.
[eveningthaw rolled a 18 -1: 17. success!]
There we go! Back into the swing of it. Another trout, this time brook, was dispatched of and tucked neatly between his paws for safe keeping. Two more goes and he'd call it quits for now.
[eveningthaw rolled a 19 -1: 18. success!]
Another fish struck out of the water. Yet another brook trout added to his collection, glossy scales catching the evening light. If he could get one more, he'd be content, though three wasn't bad by any means.
[eveningthaw rolled a 8 -1: 7. fail!]
His claws skimmed the through the water, glancing the fish with a red line that would likely later be its death. But not enough leverage to heave it from the water, it writhed away and slipped back into the darkness of the rocky pool. Letting out a low breath, he shook his mighty head and collected up his catches.
[+3 trout]
Not bad, he supposed, though it could be better. Whatever. He'd regroup with Garlicfeather and Fadedshade, and if they needed more, he'd oblige. But for now, this would have to do. Narrowly fitting the three plump trout in his jaws, he followed along the river to meet back up with the rest of the patrol, tail flicking in silent greeting.