They'd done pretty well, Ferngill thought... the sun was beginning to head toward its drowning home, and the tom's single eye of green gazed up toward it, realising that darkness would come earlier. Maybe only a little longer, then ... from where he waded in the depths, the ginger tom looked out over his patrol, vision tracing the catches between them.
Another scent rolled in with that of fresh fish, though. It was a scent that turned his blood to ice. The memoria stung, speared through him shard-sharp- he bristled visibly, turning to see a flash of red among the reeds. "Fox!" he called, unwilling to waste a moment. On cue, the beast emerged from where it had been crouched. Ferngill was unable to hide the fear that flitted in a single emerald eye- his fangs chattered together, his chest grew tight.
But he remembered his patrol, remembered Cragpaw was here. He remembered, the day he'd lost half his sight, Mudpelt had told him over and over again that he was going to be alright ... everyone had fought to help him. And today, he would fight to. Revitalised, he turned to the rest of them, his words chorused with the fox's building growl.
"Try and get away with your catches, but if- if it gets too close, drop your prey and run!" Ferngill instructed, his eye primarily lingering upon Cragpaw. A fish on the floor would be an easier meal than a thrashing cat. Oh, this was no place for a young apprentice like him, but- but Cragpaw would have to learn somehow. Trained in speed rather than strength, Ferngill used lithe, fast limbs to leap to the shore, gathering as much as he could carry in his mouth. He lingered there, waiting for the rest of them- he would not leave them, no matter what.
\ fern, astoundingly, rolled a 20!
@CRAGPAW @otterbite @BUGBITE @Foxpaw! @STREAMSONG
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