Post by mewmehh on Feb 23, 2018 3:21:44 GMT
The sun had been shining overhead, its rays reflecting off the placid surface of the basin from which the Hidden Grotto’s curtain of water poured into, shimmering in the soft ripples that occasionally pushed outward towards the banks. The soft scents of the chilly winter bounced off the sleek stone that lined the place, carried wistfully on a gentle breeze that allowed a bit of warmth to gather in the sleek form of the spotted silver cat perched near the water’s edge. Fiery orange eyes like a sunset blaze gazed out at the smooth water in narrowed slits.
Just outside the boundaries of camp, Saltpaw had decided to seclude herself for a bit; perhaps to check in on herself or to take a moment to meditate, who knew. But whenever the dappled molly pulled herself away, most knew well enough to leave her be.
Gazing down at the reflective water, she remained poised and fixed as a boulder. The only movements she made were the occasional amiable swish of her silken tail against the warm pebbles resting along the delta banks, and her irises tracing the faint ripples in the water where the rare sight of silver disturbed the surface.
Then, it became less rare. And then more frequent. The delta seemed to be teeming with fish despite the cold, splashing about and enjoying themselves in the cool, crisp water. The Mistclan apprentice gave a silent, half-hearted curse at the fluid beings that seemed to be now taunting the cat attempting to relax, or meditate. Saltpaw was a weird one. Their sleek bodies collided and bounced off each other without care, and they sent sprays of water at the cat's stern face. Not enough to freeze her, but plenty to begin pricking at her nerves as icy droplets clung to her whisker tips.
Just let me relax. Stupid fish... Saltpaw’s nose crinkled and her lip curled to reveal a few ivory teeth, clenched and threatening at no one in particular except to the uncaring, oblivious fish. Finally, the molly had her fill.
Slowly and as fluidly as the fish swam, the spotted apprentice climbed down into the shadows cast by the cliff side of the grotto, closer to the water's edge than she had been before. Conjuring up what knowledge she had been given from her father about the fishing process, the sleek cat readied her clawed-paw and struck at the water, breaking the surface and grazing what she thought was a fish's slimy body. Instead, it was soggy vegetation. The fish fled for a moment before returning as if to gloat in Saltpaw’s first failure. However, the cat was far from giving up.
Half an hour seem to roll by swiftly, and the silver cat was at her wit's end. These stupid fish keep dodging me, but don't leave! What in Starclan’s name?! It was fairly common for the cat to use Starclan’s name in vain.
Both of her paws were sodden and her mind was seething. Saltpaw had been so blinded by her frustrations that she failed to notice how she was leaning dangerously over the edge. As her paw dove into the lake after another fish, her footing failed and the black cat found herself falling into the delta’s wet embrace ungracefully.
With a squeal of surprise and loud splashing, the normally proud apprentice clumsily wadded on fur-plastered, stilt-like legs out from under the overhang's shade and towards the bright shore. Only, she paused, horrified and frozen at what she saw just beyond the pebble bank. One of her clanmates.
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|| All from Mistclan are welcome to participate, though apprentices are encouraged. Come play with the stoic Saltpaw :3 ||
Just outside the boundaries of camp, Saltpaw had decided to seclude herself for a bit; perhaps to check in on herself or to take a moment to meditate, who knew. But whenever the dappled molly pulled herself away, most knew well enough to leave her be.
Gazing down at the reflective water, she remained poised and fixed as a boulder. The only movements she made were the occasional amiable swish of her silken tail against the warm pebbles resting along the delta banks, and her irises tracing the faint ripples in the water where the rare sight of silver disturbed the surface.
Then, it became less rare. And then more frequent. The delta seemed to be teeming with fish despite the cold, splashing about and enjoying themselves in the cool, crisp water. The Mistclan apprentice gave a silent, half-hearted curse at the fluid beings that seemed to be now taunting the cat attempting to relax, or meditate. Saltpaw was a weird one. Their sleek bodies collided and bounced off each other without care, and they sent sprays of water at the cat's stern face. Not enough to freeze her, but plenty to begin pricking at her nerves as icy droplets clung to her whisker tips.
Just let me relax. Stupid fish... Saltpaw’s nose crinkled and her lip curled to reveal a few ivory teeth, clenched and threatening at no one in particular except to the uncaring, oblivious fish. Finally, the molly had her fill.
Slowly and as fluidly as the fish swam, the spotted apprentice climbed down into the shadows cast by the cliff side of the grotto, closer to the water's edge than she had been before. Conjuring up what knowledge she had been given from her father about the fishing process, the sleek cat readied her clawed-paw and struck at the water, breaking the surface and grazing what she thought was a fish's slimy body. Instead, it was soggy vegetation. The fish fled for a moment before returning as if to gloat in Saltpaw’s first failure. However, the cat was far from giving up.
Half an hour seem to roll by swiftly, and the silver cat was at her wit's end. These stupid fish keep dodging me, but don't leave! What in Starclan’s name?! It was fairly common for the cat to use Starclan’s name in vain.
Both of her paws were sodden and her mind was seething. Saltpaw had been so blinded by her frustrations that she failed to notice how she was leaning dangerously over the edge. As her paw dove into the lake after another fish, her footing failed and the black cat found herself falling into the delta’s wet embrace ungracefully.
With a squeal of surprise and loud splashing, the normally proud apprentice clumsily wadded on fur-plastered, stilt-like legs out from under the overhang's shade and towards the bright shore. Only, she paused, horrified and frozen at what she saw just beyond the pebble bank. One of her clanmates.
~~~
|| All from Mistclan are welcome to participate, though apprentices are encouraged. Come play with the stoic Saltpaw :3 ||
