Tornadopaw cautiously made his way out into the territory. It's been a minute before he stepped into here. He recalled how it had been Lilyshade in those harsh leaf-bare months. Only Starclan knew how much he hated winter days, so much snow, and the little heat his pelt protected him through those days. The tom fidgeted around, almost feeling his fur shiver at the thought. The rain was a lot better than the snow. Even if he got wet often, but would a riverclan cat mind much? Only if they weren't originally born in riverclan. Tornadopaw didn't have much to worry about that. He didn't mind the water. In fact, he relished in it as it was his only source to learn...well,
anything.
Especially hunting and fighting. He figured that he would go out into the territory and hunt for a bit. Probably impress Lilyshade with the amount of fish he can catch. It was hard to catch those moving, slippery creatures when they jumped so often, and would be gone in a blink of an eye. Tornadopaw knew he wasn't the best--nor the most attentive apprentice in riverclan, and he tried his absolute best just to impress anyone nearby. Just so he would know that he was doing a good job.
As he approached the familiar river where most of their food resided, the tom leaned close, seeing the colorful fish swim about. For a moment, he just crouched there, debating his next move. It would be quite clumsy since he wasn't the best out there, but did that mean he would give up? Probably, if he dubbed himself as frustrated. But, he was also a tom. Something that they do often. So, he did it. He reached out with unsheathed claws, swiping his paw into the water, hoping he caught onto something. However, he didn't. It was one strike that made him huff, but he didn't leave his spot.
Once, the tom looked back, making sure no one was near him. It would be
embarrassing to be caught in the water, and looking quite stupid. Though stupidity is probably what he appeared to most cats. See, Tornadopaw wasn't the brightest cat. If you said one thing to him, it might as well go out the other ear.
The tom embraced himself as he padded into the water. Slowly, his moves became quicker, and he forgot about hunting any fish at all. Frolicking in the not-so-cold water was actually quite...relieving to him. Relieving to the point it drew his responsibilities away, and made him realize that he was still a kit at heart. The tom stomped his paws into the water, splashing it everywhere. To others, he might have appeared
unstable, causing the fish to disperse when they needed it for food. But, did Tornadopaw care? Not so much. Especially when he hardly listened at all, or paid attention to his surroundings or whoever was watching him.
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