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Post by tor on Mar 31, 2024 13:23:05 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/wK7htP1/kestrel~png Kestrelthorn scowled at the harsh rays of sunlight bouncing off the surface of the river. This late in the season, the river was only partially frozen over, beginning to thaw from the pawful of warmer days they'd experienced recently. Thus, with less ice over it, he didn't understand how it could create such damn glare. It made it impossible to take advantage of the fresh, flowing water. Instead, Kestrelthorn crouched a few tail-lengths from the bank, waiting for one of the thick clouds over head to blot out the sun and grant him relief. Crouched like this, he could almost ignore the mud caked onto his fur, especially around his stomach and paws. He hadn't meant to tumble into a mud puddle - he hadn't even thought he'd find any, given the lack of recent rain. What he hadn't considered was that as the earth thawed, the water trapped in the dirt soaked everything, creating mud without rain's assistance. Awful. Now he was filthy, and he couldn't even access the river. "This is stupid," he grumbled to himself, and whatever trees would listen. He could just close his eyes and hope for the best, but even if he was at a calm part of the river, Kestrelthorn knew better than to tread into the water without sight. He refused to mimic Foxflight's mistake from earlier in the season and end up injured in the water. No, he would just wait- Aha! As the cloud moved overhead, blocking the sun, Kestrelthorn had a clear line of sight to the river. ...and to the other cat standing across from it. MistClan. He didn't know the tom's name. "What do you want?" He called out in an angry tone, stepping closer to the river as if to make a threat, when really all he wanted was to bathe. |
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Post by cosmic on Apr 29, 2024 12:37:21 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/hyijZjH~jpg A yawn loud enough to make the snow fly under his breath came from Mudbranch as he padded to the river. Normally, he would be asleep at this point, but insomnia was still keeping him awake, despite the number of poppy seeds that he begged Lotusfire to give him. A measly two seeds wouldn't do the trick, so he just decided to stretch his legs a bit to see if that would help. But first, his mouth was so dry that the river water sounded delectable.
As the pointed tom continued his way to the rivers edge, he couldn't help but think about the interaction (or lack their of) with the white cat at the plain's edge. A ghost, he was convinced, after some gentle teasing from his siblings. But, they seemed so real to him...
Mudbranch's thought process was interrupted by both the edge of the water at his claws and the shouting voice in front of him. Mindlessly, his foggy brain made him have to refocus his vision to see the calico tom that stood across the way. And, boy, did he seem angry. Were RidgeClan cats always so angry? Sheesh.
Still, the larger tom, even as a smaller RidgeClan cat, caught the tom off guard. "M-Me?! Oh, nothing! Nothing..." he frantically mewed, while his eyes looked in every direction other than viewing the cat across the river. "Sorry to interrupt on your... business, I was just getting a drink of water. And, ya know, the river is so much calmer here. Don't want to risk falling in." Mudbranch sighed with the last part, not wanting to imagine how cold the water is right now.
"I don't think either of us would benefit from fighting in the river," Mudbranch muttered, as he saw the tom agitated and standing as if he was to spring in the water to attack. "We'd turn into icicles before we could lay a claw on each other, don't ya think?" Defusing situations was his specialty, but being so sleepyheaded made it hard for him to think of anything other than slumber. |
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