Mirepurr is glad for the cold weather; they can use it as an excuse as to why their fur is fluffed up, as if they had just been frightened by something. In reality, their nerves feel frayed at the edges, and that fact is not helped by the fact that they have to take the lead. Experience is good, they tell themself—though isn't it also logical to leave some duties up to those who actually know how to handle them?
It is a blessing, then, that ShadowClan isn't a direct neighbor of RiverClan. The patrol gets the opportunity to traverse wholly neutral land. Fourtrees is an ominous backdrop; slowly but surely, those giant trees are starting to shed their canopy. In just a pawful of moons, frigid breeze will whistle through the stark, naked branches.
But not today. Today, there is no frost yet, and thus no ice over the stream that trickles on before the ShadowClan trio. It is not an optimal place for them to hunt, by any means; rivers may be natural to find in the wild, but a feisty RiverClanner might easily accuse them of trying to steal. None of them know how to fish, not efficiently... but in a way, fish tastes similar to frog. Mirepurr isn't about to turn down the chance to fatten the dwindling fresh-kill pile, even if they are terrified of an incoming enemy patrol.
It is a blessing, then, that ShadowClan isn't a direct neighbor of RiverClan. The patrol gets the opportunity to traverse wholly neutral land. Fourtrees is an ominous backdrop; slowly but surely, those giant trees are starting to shed their canopy. In just a pawful of moons, frigid breeze will whistle through the stark, naked branches.
But not today. Today, there is no frost yet, and thus no ice over the stream that trickles on before the ShadowClan trio. It is not an optimal place for them to hunt, by any means; rivers may be natural to find in the wild, but a feisty RiverClanner might easily accuse them of trying to steal. None of them know how to fish, not efficiently... but in a way, fish tastes similar to frog. Mirepurr isn't about to turn down the chance to fatten the dwindling fresh-kill pile, even if they are terrified of an incoming enemy patrol.
"Look!"
they gasp, astonished, tail startling to resemble a giant squirrel at this point. "The fish... what are they doing? Why are they-"
They don't get to finish their sentence. Those scaled creatures dance away like they are celebrating something, occasionally jumping out of the water, their tails wiggling in the air before plunging straight back into the no-doubt cold depths. A wrongly timed blink later, Mirepurr startles, caught entirely off-guard by a fish coming straight to their face. Without having any further time to think, Mirepurr opens their mouth- and just in time, too. The fish literally jumps into their open jaws.@Marbleshine @Snowbriar but no need to wait!
The fish are extra active today. Some of them are even jumping out of the water and onto the shore! Is it stealing if they end up on the side closer to Fourtrees? Also, be mindful to not get hit by one!
The fish are extra active today. Some of them are even jumping out of the water and onto the shore! Is it stealing if they end up on the side closer to Fourtrees? Also, be mindful to not get hit by one!
