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So far, Iciclepaw does not know what it's like to not be good at something. Mudpelt had taken his kits to shallow waters as soon as they could walk, and Iciclepaw had taken to them as though her pelt were made of scales. She is quick, observant, and naturally quiet. Her land prey skills are slightly better so far than her fishing skills, but even Smokethroat hasn't been able to begrudge her a compliment here and there after snagging a fat water vole.
She doesn't necessarily think Crappiepaw is bad at anything. Not the way her brother Fernpaw is. But the sickly feline is so hard on himself whenever something doesn't go his way, and she finds that strange. Fernpaw isn't like that. The tortoiseshell remembers the day they'd stumbled upon Crappiepaw narrowly missing a bird, how even the awkward attempts at assuaging his hurt feelings by the adults had been met with soft anger.
She wonders if he knows he's doing it.
"Hey," she mews, voice cool and expression neutral -- her natural state of being. "I'm going fishing. I need someone to go with me, though. Can you?"
Could she ask one of her many siblings, including her older sister? Sure. Under other circumstances, she probably would. But something about that day is still caught in her mind, like a burr in her coat. She finds herself gazing at him with glimmering pale eyes for a moment before padding away, towards the water's edge. She is confident he will follow. After all, why wouldn't they?
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