- Sep 17, 2024
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It's cold. It might not be snowing so heavily anymore, but it's still freezing. Merlinpaw, luckily, remains healthy despite the fact many of his clanmates do not... he should be grateful, but honestly, it just feels like more pressure. More pressure to provide for those camp bound, for those who are too sick to get up, for those sick enough that they might never get up again. It is not a reality that the apprentice wants to face, but it is one they must come to terms with regardless. So, they've tagged along on a hunt, specifically a mission to get more fish for the pile, as that's where RiverClan's tastes tend to reside. They will eat land prey, too, of course, but any RiverClanner worth their fur knows that the water dwelling meals are better, especially in leafbare.
Reaching the river is not the same as always, though. He has to step through deep banks of snow, and follow close on the warriors' tails so he doesn't loose them in the field of white, and, finally getting to the river presents a new challenge... it's frozen over. The blue tabby can only blink at that. Frozen? How? He hadn't thought that was possible. What does this mean for their fish? They say nothing as they cautiously approach the bank of the frozen water, a paw extended to experimentally press down on the ice there.
It doesn't crack beneath their paw.
"That's-" they start to say, but can't finish the thought. How are they supposed to feed their Clan if the rivers aren't accessible? As if hoping the warriors on this patrol have an explanation or a game plan, sepia eyes dart from one to another, question unasked but apparent all the same.
Reaching the river is not the same as always, though. He has to step through deep banks of snow, and follow close on the warriors' tails so he doesn't loose them in the field of white, and, finally getting to the river presents a new challenge... it's frozen over. The blue tabby can only blink at that. Frozen? How? He hadn't thought that was possible. What does this mean for their fish? They say nothing as they cautiously approach the bank of the frozen water, a paw extended to experimentally press down on the ice there.
It doesn't crack beneath their paw.
"That's-" they start to say, but can't finish the thought. How are they supposed to feed their Clan if the rivers aren't accessible? As if hoping the warriors on this patrol have an explanation or a game plan, sepia eyes dart from one to another, question unasked but apparent all the same.
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ooc - @STREAMSONG ; mentor tag
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(img) Merlinpaw * they/him* 11 moons
mentored by Streamsong
short furred blue classic tabby w/ low white; brown eyes
Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots