Minnowpaw
They/He/It | Post Count: 19
The learner was extremely glad he brought their stick along on this little trip. “
what.” Paws move. Push water away. Tail equals steer. The learner
gingerly took a few steps into the water. The fur on his paws instantly being soaked with water, it freaked them out. The leaner jumped up, bolting behind Gingerfrost, mud sticking to its paw pads. Minnowpaw felt yucky already. How did others do this like nothing! This sucked fish breath! Minnowpaw’s eyes creep up towards the Second-In-Command. ‘
Don’t be a big baby! You’re a learner for stars sake. It’s just some water…..super cold water.’ He mentally spoke to themself. Now slowly crawling out from behind the grumpy tabby. “
You! You watch stick, I want stick back though. You kitten-sit stick!” They mewed to Gingerfrost, although reluctantly, dropped its stuck at his paws.
With a sudden burst of confidence the learner just….ran into the water. Yelping as the water flooded their pelt. “
water is wet. Ginger, question. Why is water wet? I don’t wanna be wet by water! This is yucky!” They turned to the older tom. A look of confusion and surprise on their face. Water sucks. Only good when being drunken. Why did they have to be taught this stuff. Then it took another step forwards, actually tripping. Head going under the water for about a second before they starting freaking out. “
WATER SCARY! WATER SCARY! GINGER! IT TRIED TO EAT ME!”
Minnowpaw started to flop around, limbs flailing around as they tried to touch the bottom to regain stability. The learner yelped again, but this time…just extremely loudly. Float. Float. What is floating! How did they float?! The learner felt like they were drowning, they refused to drown! ‘
You need to calm down or you will drown,stupid.’ Alongside that thought came the formation of tears though, even as Minnowpaw stopped yelling and actually started to trying to swim, forcing their paws to at least manage to paddle somewhat. Stars this was embarrassing! Crying in-front of Gingerfrost of all cats! As the younger cat paddled back the shallower end of the pond, they crawled back onto the shore. The sensation of burning hit the back of their throat, holding back tears sucked! Climbing back onto all four feet was easier on land, the dirt wasn’t going to eat them.
Even with the thought of the water eating them…the random idea of swimming again didn’t seem all that bad. They wanted to try again, minus the tripping of course. “
Again! I want to to go again!”