@RedHead
Houndpaw gave a quiet chuckle and followed Ternsky with his habitual tail flick. “Well, I’ll do my best- I’d never forgive myself for missing out on your method.” He was greatly interested in seeing the she-cat’s personal tactic and overall pleased at her teasing tone. At least some cats hereabouts had a sense of humor. The tom padded over beside her and sat on the bank, already checking to see if his shadow was on the water. He’d not told Ternsky, he now realized, but Houndpaw was already fairly adept at fishing. That’s what he’d been doing when-
A shudder ran through the brown tom and he thrust his head away, physically turning away from the memory that threatened to crush him anew. He couldn’t think about that now.