[Owl]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Chestnutsplash’s paws pattered against the murky grounds, dodging lone trees and shrubs casually in the way. The river was up ahead, not too far from where he was at. It was the only place perfect enough to calm a seething tom. To say he was annoyed, was putting it mildly. The ginger tom was a little aggravated as he believed it wasn’t his day. Starclan obviously had something against him. Chestnutsplash could not comprehend how he ended up in this moping moment. As he recalled his day, he was bright eyed and ready. He awoke his brother by pouncing playfully on top of them, starting up an early game of rough-housing. Later, he went to do a little land hunting with a few acquaintances but Chestnutsplash’s tad annoying personality ended the hunt too early for his taste (they’re lost! He would had made a great friend anyway) following afterwards, Chestnutsplash chose to relax. On a day like this, why wouldn’t he want to lounge around? Yet, pesky kits apparently didn’t like to see a tom enjoying tranquility because, without a second thought, kits were crawling and tumbling on top of him. It was all fun and games in the little ones’ eyes, but once Chestnutsplash managed to escape their little teeth and claws, they were running after him to latch onto his tail. If that wasn’t bad enough, running from kits and making sure you lost him - he should had been looking forward because stumbling into a mud patch was not ideal. A day that started out bright soon became dim. And, irritable.

With mud dripping from his fur, the ginger tom didn’t even bother to clean it off. Instead, he trudged towards the river, his expression held with annoyance, and hidden by mud. When he finally found himself at the river, purposely the shallow end of it, Chestnutsplash shook most of the mud off him. Shook himself like the common dog from his ear tips to his tail tip. “Ay! Once I get back to camp, I am going to murder some kits.” Chestnutsplash, for the first time, let out a chuckle. Kits can certainly be adorable, as well as aggravating and exhausting. Personally, Chestnutsplash thought they had it out for him because whenever he seen them, there was a game of chase. A playful one in the kits eyes. In reality, a tom hoping to get away from those tiny brats. He dipped a paw into the water, washing the rest of the mud off. He was pleased to see the orange sheen of his paw envying the brightness of the sun. Soon enough, his entire pelt would be glimmering once more. Without a second thought, Chestnutsplash took a few steps back, rearing himself like that of a bull. Once he was ready, he shot forward quickly, leaping into the air until he splashed gracefully, rather obnoxiously into the water. This was a more deeper end of the river as he lifted his head up, splashing droplets around him. Fully recovering from his earlier, unprepared mud bath, his pelt now glistened that familiar bright orange-ginger pelt. “Much better.” He nodded approvingly, “I don’t know how you do it Chessy-boy, but you always manage to strike on top.” Chestnutsplash purred to himself, looking down at the ripple’s of the water to see if he could catch glimpses of his handsome self. But, no reflection came. Instead, something leaped up from the water, catching Chestnutsplash of guard. He let out a gurgling sound, shaking his head from the splashes that caught onto his soggy fur. “Hey!” He called out, displeased, once again agitated. His thick accent hardened, irritably. Once again, the object leaped up. Chestnutsplash wasted no time in seeing that it was a salmon. Splashing in the water, Chestnutsplash leaped after it, unsheathing his claws to attach onto the salmon, but it was out of his reach. Chestnutsplash growled, not to be deterred, he leaped after it again — another miss. Instead, his muzzle fell flat underwater. Chestnutsplash spluttered, coughing for a moment. The fish leaped again, and once more Chestnutsplash tried to attack it with a claw. “Alright. You wanna dance, fishy? Okay. Let’s dance.” He growled. Not only was it clumsy, but it was embarrassing that he couldn’t latch quickly onto this fresh kill. Not like the fish could argue back anyway, but if it could, Chestnutsplash would have plenty of colorful words to use towards it.

Once the fish dropped back into the water, Chestnutsplash dived his muzzle in to try to latch his teeth into its skin, but it did not work. “I’m going about this the wrong way.” Any other fish it was easy for Chestnutsplash to have dangling in his teeth or on his claws. With a leaping salmon, those fellas were tricky. “I need to...jump.” Chestnutsplash concluded, nodding slowly at the idea. The water, which went up to his chest fur, made it a bit tricky for him to waddle backwards. When he stopped mere foxlengths from his opponent, he waited a good moment until that water made another epic splash. Once again, as swift as possible, Chestnutsplash leapt into the air, catching the salmon midair and landing with a large splash. “Gotcha!” The fish flapped in his jaws, and no way was Chestnutsplash gonna let this beasty one go. Instead, he paddles to the shore, dropping his catch beside him as he shook his sodden fur.

@Owl

An almost sickly skinny feline, hid beneath the reeds as a very amusingly muddy tom marched his way to the river. The feline's eyes narrowed, their blue color darkening as she watched the tom. The alabaster spotted/striped feline had stumbled onto RiverClan territory following a water vole. Of course, the she-cat wasn't anywhere near fast enough. Since DS had disbanded her and her brother, where ever he was, had became rogues. With it being leaf-bare, the feline had barely eaten only finding a few pieces of crow food from foxes or large raptors. She watched the tom wash his fur, revealing a ginger coat beneath. Beneath that ginger pelt, the feline could see that he was a rather muscular tom. Cleo felt a bit intrigued by this tom. Normally Cleo wouldn't hide from the clan cats, merely not afraid of them or anything. However, in her current condition, the feline was in no shape to battle. She had been one of the lucky ones to not have sustained any battle wounds, minus a few scratches. Cleo was a tough cookie though, one not to show mercy and many of her opponents fell victim to her claws, bleeding on the ground their bodies growing cold. She relished the feeling of the clan cats dying beneath her. She had a hatred for clan cats only because they didn't help her or her brother when they were kits. They had left them to die for whatever reason.

When the tom began to talk to himself, the feline lifted an eye brow with an amused look on her face. She didn't dare make a sound and luckily the wind was on her side, blowing her scent away from the river. She continued to watch, hoping the ginger tom would leave soon enough. But, he didn't look like he was going anywhere anytime soon. After watching a fish jump from the water and slap him, the feline knew the fish had a death wish. She held back a chuckle. Continuing to watch the tom embarrass himself in front of an audience he didn't even know he had made it that much more hilarious to her. Suddenly, before Cleo could react the wind changed directions, her scent flowing a mix of lilies and honey, made it's way toward the tom at the waters edges. She flattened her ears and flattened herself to the ground as best she could. Cursing herself internally of her mistake, she should have been paying attention to the wind and moving away from the river when she noticed he wasn't going to leave. She wanted to kick herself for being so stupid and getting caught up in watching the hilarious show he had put on featuring the salmon. Her stomach gave a echoed growl and she just waited to see if the tom noticed her presence.