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"Oh, yes, my fault for having the bad luck to pick the exact stretch of river that has
you in it," Gullpaw muttered. A particularly morbid thought occurred to him and he snorted. "Though you could try feeding the idiots to a badger next time. Might get you the results you're looking for."
Snowpaw would smack him for saying it, but if he couldn't joke about almost dying, then he couldn't joke about anything. He padded down to the bank and crouched, watching the water carefully for any signs of movement. He kept an eye on the other apprentice, angling his body so she wasn't directly behind him. His mind conjured up the sight of the badger crashing down on top of him and he shuddered.
Focus, he snapped at himself.
You came here to fish, not mope.
Technically, he'd come to do both, but fishing was more productive. A flash of scales glinted in the water and he stilled. His eyes were fixed on the wriggling shape as it swam closer, closer...