Taking notice of Honeystream, Gingerfrost plopped back down and remained still while she got ready. Right. Most warriors seemed to prefer her technique for fishing, but he just didn't like getting wet. Ironic, for a RiverClan warrior.
It didn't take long for her to add a cleanly caught fish to his own. Figuring the fish might be disturbed enough with two fishers, the ginger warrior got back up to head for some land prey if there happened to be any. He was just about to go, when he heard the molly's question. Why was he aloof? Gingerfrost shrugged, and moved on. He didn't feel like answering, he didn't see any point in doing so. If she thought he is aloof then so be it, Gingerfrost didn't quite care.
Raising his muzzle to sniff the air, he caught wind of a bird not too far down the pond. Well, they were everywhere weren't they? Flicking his tail to bring attention to the bird, Gingerfrost crouched and crept closer. It had been a while since he caught this specific one, but he recognised it still. Before getting too close, he finally remembered to actually level his tail as to not alert it. Seemed like it was still unknowing, however, and taking that chance Gingerfrost leaped out to catch it below his paw and giving a clean last bite to finish his hunt. Picking it up and walking back, finally a bit more awake now, he dropped the blackbird besides the two fish.
"We shouldn't take too long before heading back."
Having glanced up to the dark sky, the tom voiced his thoughts. Really, he didn't want to get caught in any rain. Lazily looking back to Honeystream as he did, he halfly looked to see what she was up to now. Whether she'd noticed or caught anything and such,, The formalities.
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