pafp Don't you wish your fish was big like mine ?!

[owlpaw.]

Owlpaw didn't know what others were worried about. Even as the air grew chillier, and the water even more frigid in the early morning patrol, The hunting patrol was easy! In his jaws, he held a large silvery fish, and his jaws clung tightly onto it as he lifted himself from the water. Long chocolate and silver fur was laid down from his skin, dripping wet as he roughly shook his pelt free of the cold water, and unfortunately over the rest of the patrol.

His blue and green gaze was mischievous, eyes gazing against a black pelt as he suddenly shoved the fish to the patrol members face- nearly smacking in the process of seeming to excitedly try to show off his catch. "We have PLENTY of fish here to feed everyone forever!" He exclaimed, voice muffled by the fish that waved back and forth. "Unless you're scared of water or something! Bet you can't catch anything bigger than mine!" He exclaimed, his tone nothing but harassing. But that was normal for him.

A small laugh came from somewhere to the side- almost as if his mentor was encouraging. That's what he would conclude at least.

//Please wait for @HEMLOCKSHINE

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[HEMLOCKSHINE]

It doesn't matter how clumped together the half-dried fur on his legs and tail is; nor does the roundness of his water vole's furred flank seem to compel the loud-mouthed apprentice's respect. Owlpaw is the finest example of the spoiled youth of today's RiverClan, and Hemlockshine had the misfortune of being put on patrol with him and his mentor. Barely dodging a fish to the face, he gives Owlpaw a disgusted look and deigns not to reply to his posturing; though his mentor's laugh earns a cold glare. If the idiot can't control their apprentice, they don't deserve to have one.

Owlpaw seems to think this is all a game, that becoming a warrior is just a fun thing he gets to do when he grows up. Being coddled for two extra moons in the nursery has done him no favors, though he supposes apprentices are better alive rather than as useless corpses, no matter how annoying and disrespectful they are. But the least Lichenstar could do is give apprentices to worthy mentors, not overly lenient fools like Owlpaw's.

Hemlockshine refrains from quickening his pace as they return to camp, keeping his steps measured in time with the rest of the patrol.

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• HEMLOCKSHINE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, 20 moons
  ⭃ a tall, lithe black smoke tom with blue eyes and low white. he is cold, composed, and willing to resort to manipulation to get what he wants. he is incredibly vain, to the point that anyone who mars his pretty face is in for a world of pain. please note that hemlockshine will be prone to saying and doing awful things that i, as his roleplayer, do not condone.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.
  

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[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- carawaysong watches owlpaw's display idly. the flinging of water, the waving of prey. it was certainly... behavior. owlpaw wasn't doing anything wrong per say, the cool disdain on hemlockshine's face would say otherwise. it more bothered her that his mentor did nothing to ward off such pridefulness. if she had an apprentice of her own...

well, it didn't matter. cause she didn't, and carawaysong would rather cut off that thought than pursue it. she catches owlpaw nearly slap the smoky warrior across the face with the fish, her muscles coiling in embarrassment. if another clan saw this, they'd think this was the first catch riverclan had ever gotten between their teeth. "stars, owlpaw. watch where you're wavin' that thing," she huffs lightly, making a point to stay out of the strike zone of the overzealous apprentice as they start heading back.

WELCOME TO THE STORM ˎˊ───‎ ༺ I AM THUNDER‎ ‎‎‎⚔︎

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  CARAWAYSONG ✩ SHE/HER, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN, 14 ☾'s
  ⭃ a tall and slender longhaired silver tabby with olive green eyes.
  ⭃ willowroot x poppysplash / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  " ALL THE STONES AND KINGS OF OLD ⚔︎
  
  WILL HEAR US SCREAMING AT THE COLD "
  
  

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[MERLINPAW ✦]

It was with permission from their mentor that Merlinpaw had joined in on this hunting patrol, and under the condition that the blue-grey tabby brought back something good for the queens to eat. 'Paws-off' could be one word to describe Acornheart's teaching style, in a way that Merlinpaw can't quite remember the last time she'd brought him out herself. It's... disappointing. Maybe he should ask for a different cat to teach him.

In the river under-paw, the fish are lively (on one of the warmer days as of late, who wouldn't be?) and Merlinpaw can't help but silently agree with the statement that RiverClan did have plenty of fish... With an unpracticed movement, white paw zips into the water to scoop out a passing chub. The smaller fish flops unceremoniously to the river bank, and Merlin swiftly kills it, adding to the patrol's catch. It's not much, but... well.... between the whole patrol, they'd caught a decent amount.

His fish did happen to be smaller than Owlpaw's was, but he didn't really pay any mind to that... the brown apprentice's energy was exhausting just to be around, and all Merlinpaw really wanted to do right now was finish this task and take a nap or something. He doesn't have anything to add to the conversation, though, so after a quick glance between all the patrol members as they begin heading back to camp, he scoops his chub up and trails behind them all.

i used to think // that memories were like pollen

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  (img) Merlinpaw * they/him* 8 moons
  mentored by Acornheart
  short furred blue classic tabby w/ low white; brown eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[owlpaw.]

Well, this was no fun. He was having fun, and he wanted to try to cheer up and make his clanmates laugh- but he only made his mentor laugh, and now even as he tried to meet his mentors gaze, he couldn't meet it. No one here was interested in competition, and he kinda wished Sunpaw was here. But she wasn't, and he didn't even know why he thought like that.

They're just- sticks in mud, aren't they? "Sorwy," he huffed, tail drooping in disappointment. But he had caught hemlock shines glance, and it didn't make him feel good at all. His voice muffled by his fish, he was quite disappointed that they were already walking back. He wasn't done, but unfortunately the patrol was. He was just proud of his catch! And seeing Merlinpaw, his eyes lit up a little bit. "Hey! Good hunting today!" He said, giving his denmate a soft shoulder bump, tufted ears perking up and mismatched eyes genuine as his whiskers twitched. Since his mouth was full, he couldn't be as excited for the other apprentice as he wanted to be. Without risking dropping the fish.

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[BLACKPAW]

No matter how many times she will see the catches that her senior clanmates would have, Blackkit will always be amazed at what any of them could be capable of gathering from the territory that is still full of life even during this colder time. Her eyes sparkle intensely when she watches the hunting patrol return to the camp. Amber eyes wide, Blackkit admires everyone's catches, especially Owlpaw's. His strong energy makes the large silver fish appear a lot enticing. She can't resist the giggles that leave her at how the apprentice's pride glow as bright as the sun, his fish nearly smacking at the others' faces.

"Wooow, nice catches!" Blackkit mews a compliment to the hunting patrol. About everyone doesn't seem to be impressed with Owlpaw's excitement, although she comes to appreciate it deeply, almost leaping towards the apprentice as she wonders how he reacted being able to catch such a big prey. It must be an amazing feeling to have! She only caught small fishes in several instances before she stranded at RiverClan. She'd love to catch many large ones like Owlpaw's when she becomes a lot more stronger and faster!— The largest, even!— Her adoptive father could be beyond impressed...

"Whoa, yours look amazing, Owlpaw! Once I become an apprentice, I'll catch my fishes that are just as big as yours!"

Maybe bigger than his, she hopes, but she wants to be a cool fisher like him!
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