foul play 𓆟 boat splash

[splashdance]

[ mentor tag @LAKEMOON ! pls wait for @valepaw ➶ and this is forrr darter :3 ]

Yet another day, yet another patrol along the length of the river. Splashpaw's maw parts with a yawn as she meanders alongside her mentor. She's still not gotten too used to the territory yet, however the bends of the river are slowly becoming familiar - to the point where she mindlessly sidesteps a tide pool of sorts, narrowly missing splashing one of her fellow patrolmates. An older one - Valepaw, she thinks? She grimaces at the mere idea of still struggling with names, but she tries nonetheless to create some positive bonds.

"Hey, that was pretty lucky, huh?" Splashpaw tries to start a conversation. "If I weren't paying attention, you would'a gotten all -" just then, lingering twolegs in their water-monster come barreling down the river. Splashpaw cannot decipher if they truly are going quickly, or if her fearful perception of them makes them impossibly fast. Regardless, she hunkers down as they twist around the bend, spraying water in the direction of the river cats and likely soaking most of the patrol. Splashpaw sticks out her tongue almost comedically, standing as if she's someone's nightmare creature in an effort to not make her entire body wet. "Well. Spoke too soon, I guess."​

 

[valesight ➶]

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Wariness does not begin to cover his feeling as he wanders alongside clan-mates down the same trails that had led him into danger. The chance of running into a dog again was minimal but Valepaw did not relish in the idea of its possibility still existing... It perhaps stole some of the illusion of bravado but anyone who'd been placed between Moonbeam's careful paws and felt that kind of pain would understand....

He was not a coward (right?). He simply didn't see the point in suffering when it could be prevented.

Summer-green eyes glance towards Splashpaw (he is uncertain about her background, doesn't care enough to ask really) with a lack of enthusiasm or care... She is saying something, a dialogue about her caution and what it meant for him but its interruption sends his hair on end and he stands beside her with blown-wide eyes to stare at the river-monster that thunders past them.

The spray it kicks up is alarming, though harmless, and showers his wispy coat with a merciless amount of water.... Valepaw detests swimming and hopes never to have to do it again... and this is basically that same torture but without the fear of drowning. Soaked to his bones and now weighing far more than he did when he left this morning, the chimera glances back at the churlish she-cat with a small, huffed exhale through his nose.

"Great..."

He shakes out his fur, careless about who it may splatter onto next (and admittedly, a little spiteful to share it with Splashpaw), "Hope it dries before we get back... Rookfang's got such a... rough tongue." He loves his brother... but he is clearly not the most practiced in the art of grooming. (Valepaw can remember a time where his fur looked like a spiky nightmare from the excessive strength of his licks.)

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