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”Want to help?” Fishspeckle meowed, looking at Icetree, “Eight paws is better than four!” |
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“Good job!” Fishspeckle meowed, looking at it, “Looks like you caught a fat chub!” |
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”Yeah,” Fishspeckle replied, turning back to the hole he made in the ice, “Hope we catch more.” |
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Seeing a flicker of movement in the hole, Fishspeckle plunged his paw into the freezing water and slapped the fish onto the rock, that finished, he tossed it onto the bank, washed off his paw, and then continued the hunt. |
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Burrface couldn't help but shiver, the icy night air piercing through her fur. The wiry-haired shecat emerged from the tall grass to enter into the clearing were Cattail Pond made it's home, exclaiming with a sharp inhale at the cold. No longer did the fire of her apprentice days burn within her skin to keep her warm; she was well into adulthood. The young ones are always so full of vigor. Burrface mused, flicking her tail. She walked towards the pond, feeling relaxed. A calm night, however overcast, gave the water a misty glow. She felt the humidity gather on her whiskers. Uncomfortable, she sat down to wipe her face.
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Brighttalon worked his way to Cattail Pond. He felt like fishing, and the Clan could really use it. It was leaf-bare, after all. He picked up a cat scent as he was heading over, but he wasn't too worried. The scent was RiverClan. He kept his claws unsheathed, though, as an ear twitched. What makes you think that even if there was an enemy there, you would be able to beat them? A small voice nagged for his attention in a dark corner of his mind. It was the same voice that left him crying where none could see him. The same voice that made him constantly second guess himself. The same one that had been nagging him since early kithood, when the other kits messed with him, bullied him. They left that voice. The voice often changed, but it was saying the same things.
Trying to shove all thoughts of a voice in his head, he continued walking. He hadn't realized he stopped. He pushed through the underbrush to come into a clearing with the familiar pond and a cat by its edge. "Good morning," he mewed in his unusually quiet voice to Burrface. @dinosaur |
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