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[Petalnose]

The trip Smokethroat took to the moonstone was worrisome. She had expressed her concerns upon the situation, bringing light to the possibility of rouges reaping about the territories. Even if Windclan had been of neutral tone towards them during her patrol, Sootstar still was never to be trusted just as Lichentail had added. Still, Petalnose tried her best not to overstep and stayed to her assigned responsibility. That was keeping her eye on the apprentices' training, not just her own.

At the riverbank she was crouched down fishing, however, she kept her eye on a specific apprentice nearby. Lack of patience. Lack of enthusiasm. Petalnose hadn't seen her catch anything. She arose slowly with a groan hidden to herself, approaching the blue furred apprentice from behind. "Dipperpaw." she announced, raising her chin in question, "Patience. I want to see it. I expect a catch before sun fall." She pointed, a squint as of to expect an excuse of behavior or rotten reaction. Truly, it was frustrating to see the youth struggle within their hunting traditions. She recalled the odd reactions Lichentail's apprentices had towards her. Petalnose wondered if the fellow lead had a clue of the struggle Dipperpaw seemed to possess or if it was a new issue in result of their circumstances. She had made note to point it out in private, a temporary second pair of eyes could be helpful.

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[DIPPERFROST]

She doesn't want to be here at all, hunched over the river for hours on end and staring at her own reflection, waiting for the ripples to distort her image so that she may plunge her foot into icy cold water and drag out a fish that probably had little to no meat on it. This was pointless. Stupid. She does not say so out loud however. She can feel Petalnose's eyes on her, watching her and taking in every failed attempt that has been made. She is frustrated but it does not show on her face. Instead, she lets it out in a long, heavy sigh, a droop of the eyes and an expression that could be mistaken more for melancholy than anger simmering just below the surface, waiting to be released from the prison she has trapped this and just about every other emotion into. "Yes Petalnose" comes her placid response, eyes never leaving the river before her. She wishes that she could catch something, if for no other reason than to put her out of her misery and go home.

Her mind wanders and she tries to bring it back - really, she does, but when the water flashes with bright scales she has to bring herself back, to remind herself what she is doing and then it is too late. Her paw reaches out and splashes into empty water, missing her prey by seconds. "Sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me today..." oh but doesn't she? She cannot rid her mind of the images of black and red tabby fur, of a voice calling her name. 'Dipperpaw, like the bird right?' He is a distraction, or perhaps just an excuse. She had never had a knack for this, after all.

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