Open Prompt Event Territory 【ＳＩＮＫ ＯＲ ＳＷＩＭ， ＨＩＴ ＯＲ ＭＩＳＳ】|| fishing attempt

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Prompt 103: attempt to catch a fish

BRINDLEFEATHER
​ may your love never end... ​

It's rare that Brindlefeather sets out to hunt in general, much less this. But alas, once he gets an idea in his head, he must see it through.

Carefully avoiding the twolegplace on his way, he finally reaches the stretch of river that runs through ThunderClan territory, glancing down into the water below. He waits, crouching down as he watches for what he's after - a glint from beneath the water's surface, a shadow that seems to move. Until finally...
Brindlefeather practically leaps forward to grasp the fish between his claws, yanking it out of the water before it can escape. Unfortunately, the slimy thing wiggles its way right in-between his paws, and his desperate attempt at sinking his claws into it leads to him batting it back into the water.

"Mouse-dung," he curses under his breath, hanging his head in defeat. He's not surprised in the slightest by his fumble - he's never been much good at hunting, anyway - but he can still feel disappointment stir within him as he crouches down to try again. It's not so much the fish itself he's after, though it'd surely be a lovely addition to the fresh-kill pile; it's the scales, those pretty little things that glisten in the sunlight like stars in the night sky. It'd be perfect for making the most beautiful camp decorations, he just knows it. If only he could get his paws on some to try it out...
Maybe I should have asked for help after all, he thinks with a sigh. Should I head back and find somecat? But I've already come this far...

and if you need a friend

♥

there's a seat here alongside me

• OOC: for the prompt event! :3 this takes place near the riverclan border for reference. also feel free to have seen his slip-up lol
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  BRINDLEFEATHER is an orange-and-white tom mottled with brown stripes. His fur is medium-length and his eyes are dark brown.
  
  Brindlefeather is known mostly for his outgoing and compassionate personality. He tries to see the good in everything and everyone, and he does his best to be on good terms with every cat he speaks to.
  
  Although he's a forager, Brindlefeather will sometimes try to catch some fresh-kill for the Clan if he sees it's running low - even though he's not super great at it. He will also often offer to share his fresh-kill with anycat who looks like they want or need it.
  
  Believing that violence is never the answer, he has sworn off of any kind of fighting unless absolutely necessary - and even then, he'll do what he can to de-escalate the situation. He hates seeing anyone get hurt, especially when it could have been prevented by talking things out.
  

 

[Magnoliapeak]

Unfortunate for Brindlefreather, Magnoliapeak had seen the warrior's mistake. Darting a paw into the river and then not being able to hold onto the fish as it unceremoniously flew through the air and then... back into the river. She suppresses a laugh. "Perhaps if you were a RiverClan cat that would have been more embarrassing," Magnoliapeak sniffs. Brindlefeather cannot possibly be hoping to make another pass at a fish in the river, right? She wrinkles her nose at the thought of having a fish on top of their freshkill pile. Wouldn't it stink up the whole camp? She wonders how RiverClan manages to not stink to StarClan every time she encounters a patrol on the other side of the river- though they do retain a certain aquatic scent that is nonetheless perturbing.

Magnoliapeak moves to the edge of the river to peer in. Though she does not say it, it had been somewhat impressive that Brindlefeather had even managed to squeeze a fish between his paws like that. She is only able to spot a few flashes of scales beneath the surface before she has to squint and look away. The sun glinting over the top of the water is nearly blinding. How does RiverClan manage to do this? "Why are you even after a fish?" she asks Brindlefeather pointedly, once her vision has recovered slightly from the reflection of sunlight into her eyes "I'm sure our clanmates wouldn't be particularly pleased about the smell of fish in camp."

SPILL IT OPEN ❀ LET IT RUSH TO MY HEAD

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• MAGNOLIAPEAK she/her, thunderclan, twenty-three moons.
  ❀ shorthaired dilute tortoiseshell with amber eyes.
  ❀ mentored by her parents (informal), mentoring sandpiperpaw
  ❀ sister of hyacinthrain and honeysucklecry; daughter of hazelheart x bracken (rip)
  ❀ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline and tag when attacking pls!
  ❀ penned by carat / ccaarraatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

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BRINDLEFEATHER
​ may your love never end... ​

Embarrassed that his failed attempt had been seen, Brindlefeather laughs sheepishly with ears pinned back. "It's still quite embarrassing either way... but I suppose you're right."
He's still focused on the water when Magnoliapeak pads over to the edge, looking in. He perks up when she asks why he's after the fish, however, and he looks at her with a sudden spark in his eyes. "The scales are quite beautiful through, wouldn't you agree? They'd make such lovely accents to camp decorations. Especially if I paired them with some brightly-colored flowers, it'd make them glisten and sparkle in the sun..." he trails off for a moment, cutting off his own rambling. "Of course, a little extra fresh-kill is also a nice bonus."
Looking back to the river, he sighs. "I don't think I'll get anywhere trying to catch one on my own, though... you, uh, saw what happened when I tried."

and if you need a friend

♥

there's a seat here alongside me

• OOC:
• KEY:
  

  "speech" | thoughts

  
  
• 
  

  BRINDLEFEATHER is an orange-and-white tom mottled with brown stripes. His fur is medium-length and his eyes are dark brown.
  
  Brindlefeather is known mostly for his outgoing and compassionate personality. He tries to see the good in everything and everyone, and he does his best to be on good terms with every cat he speaks to.
  
  Although he's a forager, Brindlefeather will sometimes try to catch some fresh-kill for the Clan if he sees it's running low - even though he's not super great at it. He will also often offer to share his fresh-kill with anycat who looks like they want or need it.
  
  Believing that violence is never the answer, he has sworn off of any kind of fighting unless absolutely necessary - and even then, he'll do what he can to de-escalate the situation. He hates seeing anyone get hurt, especially when it could have been prevented by talking things out.
  

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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He hadn't intended to stop– but the sound of scrabbling paws followed by the quiet splash of water was enough to tug the brutes attention away from his hunt. Large, steady paws came to a halt as he stepped out past the treeline to reach the rivers edge, dark eyes narrowing at the unexpected sight before him.

"Are we Riverclanners, now?"

Despite the low, gruff timber of his voice, the words weren't cruel– just dry. Delivered with the flat sort of amusement that so often passed for Ghoststrikes version of 'socializing/being friendly'. His gaze drifted from Brindlefeathers sodden paws to the wide sprawl of the river, it's surface calm enough to see fish beneath where it was closer to shore, but running swiftly farther out– powerful enough to sweep a cat away if they weren't careful.

"If so, I missed the memo about swimming lessons." he muttered, not keen on the idea of having to leap in after a cat foolish enough to try fishing in the wrong spot.

It wasn't a bad idea, though, assuming they could figure it out. The cats across the river managed the water just fine, and any prey was good prey when pickings were slim, meaning the skill could be a useful one to have if they could stomach the trouble of learning it.

"You planning on getting your paws wet, next?" he asked, dark eyes settling on Magnoliapeak, assuming she was a part of whatever he'd stumbled upon.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : —​
• mentoring Rattlepaw
  no living relations
  unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
  thunderclan stormguard- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars

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