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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2013 15:08:20 GMT -5
Hailwhisker
"yesterday we were just [children] ; dreaming dreams with [happy endings]"
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| Days like these are Hailwhisker's least favorite for a reason. Leaf fall has set in in earnest, chilly and damp and between the driving rain and the gusts of cold wind, hunting has become a special sort of challenge. Really, leaf fall is worse than leaf bare in that way--with its great gusty breezes and storms. But she refuses to be beaten by something as ridiculous as weather, especially when their freshkill pile begins to look bare. High time for fishing, she decides, fluffing her pelt as she slips out of the beach cave that constitutes their camp. Before she exits, the dilute calico takes an absent look around but doesn't see what she's looking for (avoiding or seeking out?), no red tabby pelt catches her attention. With a shake of her head--of course she wasn't going to invite him out with her, even if he'd been around!--she's into the storm. The minute she leaves her coat starts taking in water, which falls sharply overhead but she does her best to ignore it.
Picking up the pace, she heads for Trickling stream, seeking the shallows and fresh fish she knows she'll find there easily. And besides, since she's already wet, there's no reason to worry about taking an unexpected swim or padding through the river rocks. On a day like today, the fish will probably be a restless as she is, she'll be back to the dry camp cave before sun high (or what would be sun high, if it weren't current blocked by thick gray clouds).
Hailwhisker sets to work as soon as she arrives at the stream, padding easily over wet rocks and finding a deeper pool to fish in. In no time at all, two fat fish sit dead at her back paws and one more is about to swim unknowingly past her and to it's end. And then she can go back and warm up.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2013 21:55:10 GMT -5
He was cold, he was wet, he was sick, and this was stupid. Lizardpaw shivered as he peered into the waters of trickling stream, waiting for a fish to swim by. It was hard to see in the rain, not that he was trying very hard anyways. He hated Cocoafoot for forcing him out into this storm to hunt. Couldn't she see that he was sick and in need of rest? Mouse-brained mentor. If he died because of this, he was going to come down from StarClan and haunt her forever.
A gust of wind caught him off guard, sending him spinning sideways into the water. Lizardpaw yowled as the cold soaked into his already drenched pelt, and he quickly pulled himself out of the stream. He started to lick himself, trying to dry his fur, but it was still raining and it was no use. With an agitated hiss he padded further up the stream, deciding the fish on this end were too skinny to be any good to eat anyways.
Eventually he came across another cat, leaning over the edge with two fish at their side. Narrowing his eyes against the storm, he realized it was Hailwhisker. Bitter resentment at the other cat bubbled in him that she had managed to catch two big fish when he hadn't been able to catch anything. He stalked over to her side, making sure to stand where his shadow would scare away any more fish. "Those look small," he commented, nodding at the two fish. "Although, I suppose it's hard to fish in this weather," Lizardpaw mewed, in the sort of voice that suggested it was not a very hard thing at all. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 19:01:32 GMT -5
Hailwhisker
"yesterday we were just [children] ; dreaming dreams with [happy endings]"
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| As the wind and rain continued to tug at her fur, a distant sound like a yowling cat momentarily catching her attention before she dismissed it with a flick of her ears. It was probably just the wind rolling over the rocks or something, she decided, when it didn't happen again. The sound had, however, taken her focus away from her fishing and the lazily swimming creature that was moment's ago just below her claws was not a few tail lengths away. She let it go with an exasperated sigh, there would be other fish.
When another came though, she was determined no gust would distract her. Peering over the water, she had no idea that the apprentice was approaching, her attention solely on the task at paw. It was nearly in position when a voice called out, just to her side. The sound was familiar, the scent indistinguishable in the falling rain, and the criticism when unnoticed as Hailwhisker's paw suddenly darting into the water, claws splayed to hook the fish. A scarce moment later, the pale forepaw emerged again, bringing the wriggling prey with it. It wasn't until she'd nipped its neck and it lay still that the warrior turned to discover and address her new company.
Lizardpaw. Well, that explained the sourness of the words and tone of voice. No matter, two fish (three now) were better than none, whatever they apprentice wanted to say about it. "Bigger than yours Lizardpaw," she quipped, a brown raised skeptically at his empty paws to emphasize her point. Like Redfrost, Lizardpaw brought out Hailwhisker's more sarcastic nature--though for very, very different reasons. Though, to his credit, it was difficult fishing weather--Hailwhisker's success was largely a nod to the fact that she hadn't been given her warrior name for no reason. Hunting was her forte.
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