indentttLukewarm water dribbles from Mothbite's chin and onto the ground, creating a wet trail through Shadowclan's camp. His gait is akward, having to move around the body of the fish he's carrying by it's tail. The limp body slaps against his legs with every step. He pauses for a moment, scanning the clearing for his target. When his eyes land on Timberfrost, he mrrps quietly, and makes a beeline towards him, gracelessly dropping the fish by his paws.
indentttThe sunfish makes a loud thwap as it hits the hard ground in front of Timberfrost. It's eyes are clouded and dull, now, but Mothbite's own hold a hopeful shine. "Here. You looked lonely, so I got you this." It'd been a lot of work to learn how to catch these, but Mothbite had finally done it. Though, not with Timberfrost in mind, at first. Mothbite had been thinking of his own stomach. But sitting by the pond left him with a lot of time to think. Timberfrost had mentioned liking fish before, hadn't he? But he's so busy, now, even with his own kits all grown up. He probably doesn't have time to trek all the way out of camp to catch any. Mothbite sort of owed him one, too. The older tom had been looking out for him basically since they'd met.
indentttMothbite ate his first catch himself, of course. But the second would go to Timberfrost.
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