Territory RiverClan that which is now hath already been ✦ torrent

[Galepaw Galepaw]

{$title} gale and torrent have some fun hanging out (warning for potential drowning mentions!!)

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He was alone, as he ought to be. Gale never often sought out the company of others, though not out of any particular dislike of other cats. It simply didn't think about it, didn't consider that other cats existed outside of his own narrow scape whenever he was alone. And he was happy, more than content to exist alone—the world was interesting enough on its own to keep him occupied. The fluffy tom laid easily beside the rushing water of the river, but his blue eyes were trained not on the river, but on the fish between his front paws.

By all accounts, it was an unremarkable catch. A small herring, good for a meal but not much else. Gale was little focused on the value of the catch as a food item, rather instead on the pale, vaguely iridescent scales peppering the sides of the fish. With gentle surgical precision, the tom carefully shimmied a thin claw under a scale, severing the little connective tissue that held it on. Then, he carefully brushed the scale to the side, instead focusing on popping another scale off the flesh. And another. And another.

By now, his fur was all but entirely dried from his earlier lone fishing expedition, and a small pile of shimmering scales was slowly collecting beside him. He still worked tirelessly, and the fish was pristine and free from any marring from an uncareful claw.

—————Whether truth or just a story

It's not up to you—————

• @Torrentpaw come. get your boy
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  Galepaw
  ✦—Riverclan Apprentice | 8 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
  #87878E #BAB2AC

 

[Torrentpaw]

- TORRENTPAW -

Not some average bones, I believe in love!

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Breaking away from his hunting patrol as they split up to cover more ground, Torrentpaw's gaze was suddenly pulled towards a bright shape that sat along the river's edge. Ears perking, he instantly recognized the pelt of his friend, Galepaw. It wasn't unusual for the tom to be alone in the territory, so the sight was far from concerning. Paws carrying him quicker across the ground, he leaped into the open against the riverbank where the other apprentice was settled.

"Hi Galepaw!" He meowed, expression bright as his gaze fell on the other. "Mind if I fish with you?" He asked, padding closer but not yet seeing the bare fish between his paws. "Littlebrook has been teaching me to dive, and–" He cut off, body halting as his eyes had finally travelled to Galepaw's catch.

Torrentpaw's gaze flashed towards the pile of scales, then back to Galepaw's fish as his whiskers twitched in curiosity and a bit of confusion. He watched as the tom ever so carefully and delicately slid his claw under another scale, before prying it out and laying it down on top of the others.

Interest fully piqued, Torrentpaw crept as close as he could to get the best look, lowering his head and body next to Galepaw's. He gently sniffed the pile of scales, blinking as one had blown and tumbled from the wind of his exhale.

"Sorry!" Torrentpaw meowed, instantly drawing his body up to a sitting position. Whatever this was, he didn't want to mess it up.

"Does that make the fish taste better or something?" He asked after a moment, tilting his head to the side as his eyes flickered with wonder at the other apprentice's work.

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• Torrentpaw
  ‎ ‎ He/Him | Riverclan Apprentice
  
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  "speech" - text - thoughts
  
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  Mentored by Pineheart
  
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  A rosetted charcoal Bengal.
  
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  Has a sturdy build with a large head and paws, and short thick fur.
  
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  Holds a zealous and determined demeanor.
  
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  Usually seen with Squid

 

[Galepaw Galepaw]

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The only indication of surprise Gale let out at the sudden appearance of his friend was the light raising of his eyebrows as his gaze momentarily flicked up. "Hello, Torrent." It hummed in response, blue eyes returning to the repetitive task at paw. The tom didn't look up again as the familiar bengal drew closer, though the speed at which he was descaling the fish slowed considerably. He did enjoy Torrent's company, to be sure—well, as much as he could enjoy someone's company. The fellow apprentice was cheery, bright, a welcome unpredictability to his life where he otherwise would have repeated the same things over and over. Gale couldn't help but enjoy the way the tom derailed his days, a stubborn rock in the usual flow of his hours.

"I don't see why not." Gale chimed in, brushing another glittering scale to the side, not caring to wait and see if it made its way into the pile or not. The tom listened with slightly perked ears as Torrent rambled, tilting his head slightly in curiosity, though his eyes never left the fish. "Learning to Dive, now, that sounds fun." He responded quietly, with not much emotion inflected into his voice—but the corners of his mouth perked up all the same.

At the apprentice's sudden pausing, though, the tom cast a sideways look at him in interest. Gale watched as Torrent drew closer to the accumulated pile of shimmering scales, and closer, and closer, until a single fragile scale tumbled from the gathered pile. "Hm." The tom hummed, setting the nearly entirely scaleless herring down gently. With a gentle paw, Galepaw carefully reached over the pile and retrieved the wayward scale—but instead of replacing it in it's rightful spot, the lynx point reached further, depositing it gently on one of Torrent's massive paws. "You know I don't mind." The tom assured him softly, returning his vibrant blue gaze back to the forgotten herring at his paws.

He had to pause at Torrent's final question, though. "...Well, I can't say I can tell a difference." Gale mused, turning the long-dead thing over in his paw curiously. It didn't look all that different, though the particular sort of sheen he was after had definitely dulled. The kaleidoscope of colors that still remained glinted at him dully, as though enticing him to continue picking until there was nothing but fragile skin left. "No, I'm much more interested in the scales." The tom gestured gently at the pile, careful to not make a gust of air with his movements. "Pretty little things, aren't they?"

—————Whether truth or just a story

It's not up to you—————

• @Torrentpaw
• 
  Galepaw
  ✦—Riverclan Apprentice | 8 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
  #87878E #BAB2AC