- Oct 17, 2022
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MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————
Fishing is one of those precious few things that Snakeblink doesn’t just enjoy, but excels at. He is patient and quick, raised on fish-flesh and the soft lapping of water against his sides: he is good at it and does not shy away from claiming it.
Some fish, though, try to make a liar out of him.
The day is warm enough that having his paws wet isn’t such a hardship, and he has a few fish dead next to him already — he’s been here long enough that he’s starting to consider getting back to camp after his next catch, before it becomes difficult to carry it all back with him. A shadow darts past a rock upstream; the next catch in question. He sits in wait, eyes narrowed in focus…
His claws hook into soft flesh and he hoists the long noodly body of an eel out of the water in one quick strike, dragging it over the ground.
It’s hard to keep a good grasp on it as it flails, slipping under his paw like mud. Snakeblink bends down to sink his teeth into it—
The damn thing twists in his grasp, slapping its slimy tail across his face before flopping away, making a bid for freedom in its flailing, awkward way, surprisingly quick. ”Oh, for the love of StarClan,” he hisses, darting after the eel as half of its body slips back into the water.
Some fish, though, try to make a liar out of him.
The day is warm enough that having his paws wet isn’t such a hardship, and he has a few fish dead next to him already — he’s been here long enough that he’s starting to consider getting back to camp after his next catch, before it becomes difficult to carry it all back with him. A shadow darts past a rock upstream; the next catch in question. He sits in wait, eyes narrowed in focus…
His claws hook into soft flesh and he hoists the long noodly body of an eel out of the water in one quick strike, dragging it over the ground.
It’s hard to keep a good grasp on it as it flails, slipping under his paw like mud. Snakeblink bends down to sink his teeth into it—
The damn thing twists in his grasp, slapping its slimy tail across his face before flopping away, making a bid for freedom in its flailing, awkward way, surprisingly quick. ”Oh, for the love of StarClan,” he hisses, darting after the eel as half of its body slips back into the water.
——————————————————————————————————— so god damn lonely
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@Twinklepaw!
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— Snakeblink • he / him. 57 ☾, riverclan warrior
— a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
— gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo