- Nov 3, 2023
- 78
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"GOT A LITTLE CASH NOW SO THAT SKIRT IS DIOR"
Bubblepaw isn't exactly the type to be bothered by most things. While she has a degree (albeit little) of self-awareness, she often uses it to build up her social repertoire instead of being self-conscious. The glass is always half full for Bubblepaw, and if one door closes then another one must open no matter how obvious or obscure it might be. However, time grows on in her training day by day and the apprentice still hasn't made her first catch. Her swimming skills and fighting skills are on par with the others', and her ability for bureaucracy and mediation is helped along significantly by her bubbly personality. But Bubblepaw sticks out like a sore thumb: a 7-moon old apprentice with not a single fish under her belt.
And now bare-leaf is here. Bubblepaw has never experienced a bare-leaf season having been born in the warm throes of green-leaf, but she has heard plenty of tales about how the river had frozen over many moons ago. The air is crisp and icy, and each morning brings about a dense layer of frost to the already snow-laiden RiverClan territory. It feels as if Bubblepaw is waiting with baited breath for the river to finally cease moving, yet when she finds herself on the shore the torrent is relentless as ever. Strike and a miss, strike and a miss. Bubblepaw's practice is as relentless as the river.
It's as typical of a winter morning as ever. Snow drifts gently from above, speckling the ground in sparking white and melting into slush when it touches the rushing river waters. Bubblepaw takes her time making her way to the riverbank, taking in the winter wonderland around her with a sense of great excitement. Today feels different. To be fair Bubblepaw thinks every day feels different, but she is extra sure of herself today. She goes over everything Aspenhaze has taught her so far about hunting and stalking as she prepares to make another attempt, and she makes a silent prayer to StarClan as her paws touch the edge of the water.
She slowly wades in until her shoulders are the only part of her poking from the surface, and her eyes fixate into the depths around her. The fish are fewer now that the air is cold, but Bubblepaw remembers all the tips and lessons about patience. She stands as still as she can manage in the freezing water until a few larger fish school past her. They move around with laxity. Bubblepaw lets them become secure with the area between them, hoping they think she's just a weird stick in the water or a bizarre mud formation. For the one-millionth time she goes over all of Aspenhaze's training in her head.
'Here goes nothing!' she thinks as she swiftly dives into the water.
Her target is within focus and her speed is sure. The silver molly has the fish between her jaws before she can even give it a second thought. With a gasp as she quickly re-emerges, Bubblepaw flings the perch onto the shore. She swiftly follows it up onto dry land and dispatches it before its flopping body can find its way back to safety. It's not the largest catch, but it would be enough to feed a full grown cat or two. Pride swells in Bubblepaw's chest, and warmth blossoms where dismay once made a pit in her gut. "I did it!" she cries out to anyone nearby who might hear her "I finally caught my first fish!"
And now bare-leaf is here. Bubblepaw has never experienced a bare-leaf season having been born in the warm throes of green-leaf, but she has heard plenty of tales about how the river had frozen over many moons ago. The air is crisp and icy, and each morning brings about a dense layer of frost to the already snow-laiden RiverClan territory. It feels as if Bubblepaw is waiting with baited breath for the river to finally cease moving, yet when she finds herself on the shore the torrent is relentless as ever. Strike and a miss, strike and a miss. Bubblepaw's practice is as relentless as the river.
It's as typical of a winter morning as ever. Snow drifts gently from above, speckling the ground in sparking white and melting into slush when it touches the rushing river waters. Bubblepaw takes her time making her way to the riverbank, taking in the winter wonderland around her with a sense of great excitement. Today feels different. To be fair Bubblepaw thinks every day feels different, but she is extra sure of herself today. She goes over everything Aspenhaze has taught her so far about hunting and stalking as she prepares to make another attempt, and she makes a silent prayer to StarClan as her paws touch the edge of the water.
She slowly wades in until her shoulders are the only part of her poking from the surface, and her eyes fixate into the depths around her. The fish are fewer now that the air is cold, but Bubblepaw remembers all the tips and lessons about patience. She stands as still as she can manage in the freezing water until a few larger fish school past her. They move around with laxity. Bubblepaw lets them become secure with the area between them, hoping they think she's just a weird stick in the water or a bizarre mud formation. For the one-millionth time she goes over all of Aspenhaze's training in her head.
'Here goes nothing!' she thinks as she swiftly dives into the water.
Her target is within focus and her speed is sure. The silver molly has the fish between her jaws before she can even give it a second thought. With a gasp as she quickly re-emerges, Bubblepaw flings the perch onto the shore. She swiftly follows it up onto dry land and dispatches it before its flopping body can find its way back to safety. It's not the largest catch, but it would be enough to feed a full grown cat or two. Pride swells in Bubblepaw's chest, and warmth blossoms where dismay once made a pit in her gut. "I did it!" she cries out to anyone nearby who might hear her "I finally caught my first fish!"
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