AS THE YEARS GO BY ☾ albino trout

[LAKEMOON]

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. It felt as though new-leaf had only just dawned on them, that there was still supposed to be snow melting their soil damp.
Yet, nothing was what it had been. Lilybloom was gone, in her place two ever-growing kits, Cicadastar and Smokestar were gone, the latter’s fate unknown. Their deputy clung onto the hope of his return, the the breeze still pushed the smell of charred moorland into Lakemoon’s nostrils.
Nothing was the same, so the silvery tabby desperately clung to routine. The sun rests half-way through the sky, beating down on a sterling spine, curved over the churning water.
With azure optics glued to the shadow just below the surface that slips towards her, closer with each blink, the lanky warrior does not dare to move even a whisker-length.
She is a statue of unmoving stone, until her pearled forelimb snakes forward, breaking the river's surface with a splash!
In the end, Lakemoon is left nearly gawking at what she has pulled from the river. It has the body of a trout, but its scales are frosted with alabaster, the side that faces the sun above is casted with a pearlescent sheen.
The fish is unlike anything the scarred warrior has ever seen before, and sharply-carved brow bones are knitted together with intrigue.
“Huh.”
Another oddity for the books.

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  LAKEMOON ☾ she/her, warrior of riverclan, 27 moons.
  ⭃ lanky blue tabby with low white and navy blue eyes and a slightly twisted right hind leg. A large facial scar stretches from her right brow to her left cheek, and another crosses at her chest and stretches down the length of her stomach.
  ⭃ daughter of Tempestmoon && Lilypad ࿏ sister to Wolfwind ࿏ mate to Lilybloom & mother to Snowkit, Graykit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Personally the young molly has moved on. To her there is a certainty about everything and there is a reason for everything that happened. Her paws twitched as she stared at the water, amber orbs narrowed in slight frustration because nothing is coming her way. Not a single fish is trying to swim unknowingly in her direction and she is about to dash an orange paw into the water simply because it's upsetting enough. Yet a different splash from somewhere else makes her pause akd she twists herself, ears pulling forward before she decides that it is worth her time enough to go and see what it is. Amber orbs narrow slightly as she her gaze locks on Lakemoon but finally she sees the pale thing flopping on the ground. "What is wrong with it?" She hisses sharply as she creeps closer to the alabaster fish that has just been pulled from the river.

It definitely appears to be a normal looking fish besides that of the color but she can't help her muzzle scrunching up. "It's probably diseased or something." Or is this normal? Like how cats are born pale white. Still she doesn't want to go near it and she glances at Lakemoon for some kind of answer.​