[Jesse]

Originally Posted by Fae

Honeyflame was perched at the side of the river, peering over a mound of snow to look at her reflection. Did RiverClan seriously dare to stick their paws in this freezing water just to eat some scaley worm? She shivered in disgust, shaking some of the freshly fallen snow off her pelt. Well. She had to learn sometime...

The small molly leaned toward the river, tail twitching impatiently behind her. She could barely see anything past her own reflection and the ripples of the rushing stream, but she was convinced something had to be there. So, wiggling her haunches, Honeyflame struck a paw into the icy water, claws unsheathed....but nothing hooked. Grumbling, she stuck again....nothing.

Now with a freezing wet paw, Honeyflame was getting frustrated. "How in STARS do cats do this?!" She scoffed, scrunching her nose at the water and sticking her tongue out. But just as she did so, she swore something could be seen trailing beneath the ripply surface. Green eyes wide, the she-cat crouched once more and waited for it to swim by...then she struck again, reeling in what appeared to be a–...

"A stick." Honeyflame hissed to herself. "Of course." She glared at the damp twig before her, flattening her ears...then she stomped it into the snow.

@Xeno

“Well, you’ve got the right idea at least.” Purred a friendly voice from above. “I’d sure hate to be that stick.” It was Sunblaze, who’d been curiously watching from a branch suspended over the rushing water. He peered down at her with a smile and gave her a little wave of the tail. “Hello.” chirped the handsome ginger tom, his eyes sparkling with delight. “I’m Sunblaze. And you must be...” He trailed off, tapping the tip of his tail on his chin in thought. Oh, what was it? He was so bad at names.. It was.. Honey.. something? “Well, anyway. I noticed you were having a bit of trouble catching your own fish there.” Sunblaze continued without giving Honeyflame time to answer. He walked along the branch and hopped down onto the snow. “Thought maybe I’d give you a little push in the right direction. Then maybe you’ll catch more than just sticks.” The tom gave a little mrrow of amusement and stopped next to the blonde molly. “Unless you like the taste of wood.”