we're off to never-never land — fishing

[FOXTAIL]

The lead warrior lets out a tired sigh, as he smells no prey in the air. He doesn't want to return to camp, again, with no prey in his jaws. But finding and catching prey, has increasingly became difficult... upon the early leafbare frosting it's way in. Even fishing has it's difficulties— it can be hard to swipe a fish out of the water, when most rivers are freezing over. And he suspects the nearby river to be in that state, frozen solid, but his ears prick up with surprise at the flow of water.

The river is mostly frozen over... but not on their side of the riverbank. He isn't sure how the ice broke— maybe a twoleg tried stepping on it? However it broke doesn't matter now; they have access to the river here! He feels grateful seeing flowing water once again, and he hopes his clanmates have the same thought as him. There is a big hole in the ice, he and the rest of his patrol can easily crouch at the riverbank....

The tom steps forward, eyes flashing with excitement as he sees movement swimming in the current— there are fish to catch! He crouches besides the riverbank, and looks back over at his clanmates. He beckons them to make their way over to the riverbank, his tail swishing with excitement. "We won't have to r-return to camp empty-handed a-anymore!" He tells them, feeling hopeful they'll return to camp with prey in their jaws now. "...We c-can f-fish!"​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  26 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to rai for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[rivuletpaw]

Returning to training after her bout of sickness and frostbite had been easier than she thought. Perhaps it is because Carawaysong was plagued by the same illnesses that troubled her apprentice. Nonetheless, she finds solace in constant patrols, be they for hunting or for borders, they serve usefulness and distraction. This one... seems to be wrought with disappointment and impending guilt. The young she-cat started training once the snow began to fall, so her sense of smell is weaker than the rest from misuse - the river, however, is still dangerous to tread despite how slow moving its proven to become.

She bumps her hip into @CRAGPAW 's, looking towards the older apprentice expectantly. "Y'gonna risk it?" Rivuletpaw asks, head tilted slightly, the incline purely meant to goad the other. "It's just a little cold, I bet. And frostbite isn't so scary..." The mottled white-and-grey molly sparks a bit of laughter as she pulls away, following Foxtail to the bank and looking down into the glimmering water. She's not caught anything yet, but to do so now... in front of him, no less... It brings excitement to her otherwise dreary day.
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[ mentor tag @carawaysong :] ]