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The slight buzzing of the cicadas in the background was just ambiance at this point. He was seated close to the Shallow Pool, only slightly wishing it was a moving body of water that than one churned by a waterfall, but it was nice, nonetheless. The brown and white tabby gave out a long sigh, leaning forward so that the tips of his snowy paws touched the edge of the water. He itched to jump in, but he still did not know how FallClan took to water lovers.
Post by complacentdevil on Jun 3, 2021 15:49:57 GMT -5
"Are you finding the answers you seek in there?" called a small voice, hollow, like the sound of passing winds. Weaselpaw walked his way over on his own snowshodden paws, his icy eyes blank, even though he had asked a question. It was a silly question anyways, he didnt really expect a good answer, or any answer to say the least. He brought himself to the edge of the shallow pool as well, looking into its waters a few tail lengths away from the other cat.
Rivergale cast his blue-green gaze over to the young tom with a half grin. "No," he replied, "not really." And with that, the brown and white tabby rushed into the waters, relishing the coolness that soaked his fur. Though not the norm for FallClan, he was not of FallClan blood, the water was.
Taking a breath, the tom dove under the surface and relished the way the water tugged at his fur. He held his breath as long as he could, looking at the plants and fish that lived beneath the surface. Coming back up, he sprayed water out like an ocean seal, the water misting around his face. "But now I am!"
Post by complacentdevil on Jun 9, 2021 19:50:33 GMT -5
"You've found them in the deep," purred the medicine cat, happy for the other tom, a smile growing on his face. The long haired warrior didn't have a penchant for water, though he was learning, knowing that eventually his search for meaning would drag him under the surface of the fall pools, and drowning wasn't a particularly attractive move for him. He moved, slowly wading into the water until all his paws were covered, his tail tip splashing water about as he flicked it across the surface. It was a sight to watch others swim, and with the dancing leaves in the slight breeze, the day was full of plenty to take in.
Sloshing his way back to the medicine cat, Rivergale gave the tom a grin, the water dripping from his fur as sleek as an otters. "My mother was SwiftClan, having WaterClan ancestors," he gave as an explanation, motioning over his shoulder back to the rushing water. "It was something I was taught as soon as I was able to walk." He remembered his mother tossing him into the shallows, feeling the rush and coolness of the water for the first time.
Post by complacentdevil on Jun 22, 2021 22:41:54 GMT -5
Weaselpaw nodded, understanding. Waterclan was a clan of old, disassembled long ago, before he had been given this new path to follow, though he remembered it vaguely. "The water from my home was frozen for the most part," he explained, "To swim would be too dangerous," he continued, beginning to think aloud, "I'm not sure if I'm too old now to learn, though it does look refreshing."
"The best way to start is just by getting your paws wet," Rivergale meowed with a wave of his tail, sending droplets of water arching over him, "So you're off to a god start." Plopping down onto his haunches, he began lapping at his chest fur. "Winter swimming is never fun, you get out and your fur turns to icicles."
Post by complacentdevil on Jul 21, 2021 0:43:37 GMT -5
His fur freezing was something that the medicine cat was not looking to experience. The cold crept across his pelt, prickling his skin underneath the thick of it all. He shook himself out, a few droplets of water flicking off of the length of hair off his chest that the rippling water had grazed. "Maybe I can, though I'm not sure if today is the right time," he continued, looking over towards where the warrior groomed himself.
Looking back over the water, Rivergale turned back to the apprentice and shot him a smile. "You hungry?" he asked, getting to his paws and pulling his lean body into a stretch. "I've already hunted for the Clan today and am feeling a bit peckish. Besides, fish are best when fresh."
Post by complacentdevil on Jul 25, 2021 1:08:22 GMT -5
"I could go for a fish," he agreed, the smile on his muzzle growing slightly. He hadn't expected to even meet anyone at the pool today, let alone someone who knew so much about it. Normally when people stopped by it frustrated them more than solved any problems they were having. But Rivergale didn't seem to have those problems that most did anyways. "Would you allow me to watch?" he asked, curiosity apparent on his face.
"Of course!" Rivergale replied with a smile. Without waiting for an answer, the brown and white tabby took a deep breath and dove into the water, barely sending ripples up after him. The world under the water was totally different from the one above. For a moment, he resurfaced, blowing water from his nostrils before diving under again.
Post by complacentdevil on Sept 13, 2021 17:13:05 GMT -5
Weaselpaw watched with wide eyes as the warrior dove beneath. His movements were so fluid, like instead of hunting a fish he himself became one, breathing below. His smile remained steadfast as he resurfaced, the younger tom rising to his paws to go closer, taking a few more tentative steps into the shallows, the water rising to his ankles. It was cold, but refreshing, reminding him that he was alive.
Seeing the young toms toes in the water from under the surface brought a smile to the warriors face. With great flourish, he rose to the surface, making sure to splash Weaselpaw thoroughly. "I can teach you if you want!" he offered, a grin plastered across his dripping maw.
