- Mar 11, 2024
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Fishing is definitely not his strong suit, Crabpaw has come to learn. He’s starting to get good at catching the fish, but… he still doesn’t want to kill them. The sight of blood drawn by his claws makes him gag, makes tears sting at his eyes and fills his ears with uncontrollable ringing. He’s being a disappointment, not only to his mentor but also to his mother, yet he can’t bring himself to do it when the sunlight gleams so brightly off shimmering scales, when he sees those wide fish eyes looking right at him… pleading for its fish life…
The ginger tom frowns, glaring halfheartedly out across the sparkling water of the river. He’s spent months now studying his mentor’s unique method of fishing, but he’s never believed that he could do the same thing. But there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?
A deep inhale, and the boy launches himself into the river without allowing himself a moment to worry. The water closes over his head, and for a moment Crabpaw is struck with the same cold terror that he’d felt when he and Cragpaw had raced across the river, when he’d grown too tired to keep kicking. Being dragged, coughing and shaking, from the water still lies as one of his most pathetic moments. He blinks heavily as he reaches the lowest point of his dive, his momentum carrying him further below the surface than he’s ever been before. A paw strikes out, and it’s a surprise to even Crabpaw when it draws back with a fish snagged in his claws. Beneath the water, there is no blood staining his paw—only a thin trail of blood that immediately disperses into the river around him. He takes the fish into his mouth, and a crunch is all it takes to end its life. The water washes the iron taste out of his mouth just as quickly as it had come, and the boy begins his swim back to the riverbank.
After a few tense moments, his paws finally touch dry land, and the rest of his body follows—water slicks his fur to his sides, dripping from the lean muscle rippling beneath his patchworked pelt. His limbs ache with the effort his dive had taken, and his heartbeat still rushes loud in his ears. The fish flops from his mouth to the shore, dead, and he lifts his head to search for his mentor with tired green eyes. No matter whether he actually sees Cicadaflight, he locks eyes with the first clanmate he spots. "You… can have it."
The ginger tom frowns, glaring halfheartedly out across the sparkling water of the river. He’s spent months now studying his mentor’s unique method of fishing, but he’s never believed that he could do the same thing. But there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?
A deep inhale, and the boy launches himself into the river without allowing himself a moment to worry. The water closes over his head, and for a moment Crabpaw is struck with the same cold terror that he’d felt when he and Cragpaw had raced across the river, when he’d grown too tired to keep kicking. Being dragged, coughing and shaking, from the water still lies as one of his most pathetic moments. He blinks heavily as he reaches the lowest point of his dive, his momentum carrying him further below the surface than he’s ever been before. A paw strikes out, and it’s a surprise to even Crabpaw when it draws back with a fish snagged in his claws. Beneath the water, there is no blood staining his paw—only a thin trail of blood that immediately disperses into the river around him. He takes the fish into his mouth, and a crunch is all it takes to end its life. The water washes the iron taste out of his mouth just as quickly as it had come, and the boy begins his swim back to the riverbank.
After a few tense moments, his paws finally touch dry land, and the rest of his body follows—water slicks his fur to his sides, dripping from the lean muscle rippling beneath his patchworked pelt. His limbs ache with the effort his dive had taken, and his heartbeat still rushes loud in his ears. The fish flops from his mouth to the shore, dead, and he lifts his head to search for his mentor with tired green eyes. No matter whether he actually sees Cicadaflight, he locks eyes with the first clanmate he spots. "You… can have it."
- ooc: mentor tag @CICADAFLIGHT
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CRABPAW 𓆝 he/him, apprentice of riverclan
𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. highly emotional and difficult to keep focused on one subject.
𓆟 mentored by cicadaflight
𓆟 son of iciclefang ; brother to cragpaw & pinepaw
𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
𓆟 penned by foxlore
