DRINKS POURIN' (meadowpaw) COULDN'T STOP IT

// @meadowpaw

It's hard not to feel helpless right now. Half of the clan's healthy warriors are off on some grand mission and as he waits here, watching more and more of RiverClan fall ill, watching as less able-bodied warriors and apprentices leave camp to hunt, watching as their very way of life is stretched too thin. He swears, his fur has begun to shed even more than it already had due to the stress. And so, he focuses on what he can control. Making sure his family is prepared.

He sits with his son and apprentice at the river's edge, paw lifted and frozen. He waits patiently, hazel eyes focused on the river. It takes a few long, silent moments, but eventually a small shadow flits across the open water. He swipes, tossing a silvery fish up into the air where it then lands on the shore, flopping about. He gets to his paws and walks over to it, seeming to take his time before a forepaw is pressing the creature firmly into the sand. A bite to the head ceases all movement and he straightens himself, ever-silent, now watching for his son to repeat the practice.