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A burly white tom, fur thick and sticking up every which way, sat on a rock near the waterfall. The weather was surely getting warmer, and a small beam of sunlight cast past the clouds and warmed his pelt in the most satisfying of ways. He wasn't close enough to the water for it to reach him, but close enough that the sound lulled him into a deep dreamy state, causing him to close his golden gaze and doze, his mind and body at rest for the first time in a while. It wasn't often Whitewolf got time to himself, and he was determined to enjoy it without an apprentice or two under his paws - especially Goldenpaw and her challenging self.
It was rather fortunate that Acorncharm had not one, but two apprentices. They were quite a pawful, but they kept her busy, and that's what she had needed the most lately. She was exhausted, in both body and spirit, but Batpaw and Beetlepaw worked to get her out of bed everyday. She was still trying to work out exactly what she should do with them, though; should she train them together, or separately? She had no idea, and her mind was too tired to come up with a plan. The loss of Rivergale had hit her harder than she had expected it to, and then there was the loss of her aunt and uncle. She was now one of just a few cats left of her family now. It was such a stark contrast to when she had grown up, surrounded in family.
Acorncharm had meant to go to the waterfall to relax, but her mind had been lost deep in those thoughts. It was almost a miracle that she had managed to navigate here when she had no conscious awareness of her surroundings, but perhaps the path was just engraved into her memory. That didn't stop her, however, when she went to take another step forward and was met with only the resistance of water instead of ground. The surprise of it had knocked her out of her thoughts, but she stumbled, sending herself face-first into the water.
If Whitewolf hadn't been as perceptive as he was, he never would have heard the splash of something entering the water of the pool over the waterfall. However, it caused his golden eyes to snap open and he swiveled his large head to see what could have caused such a disturbance. However, he hadn't expected to see the form of a cat quickly disappearing under the surface of the water.
There wasn't much time to think, but he was always one that was quick to act in such situations. Launching himself from where he sat upon the rocks, he skidded to a halt at the end of the pool where Acorncharm had fallen into the light current. He detested getting his long fur wet, but luckily it seemed like he really wouldn't have to dive completely into the pool. Taking a deep breath, he quickly pushed his muzzle into the water and grabbed onto the first thing he came in contact with, and it just happened to be fur. Heaving upward with all his strength, he pulled her forward and onto the bank.
In the moments between when her head was submerged underwater, and when Whitewolf had pulled her out, the only thing that Acorncharm knew was fear. This was nothing like that time that she had nearly drowned as an apprentice, but the sudden water around her pulled those forgotten memories back to the surface. Back then, the one that had saved her had been Melonpaw, her best friend. Perhaps it was the similarities in the situation, or the dizziness that she felt as she was pulled back, but she momentarily forgot where - or, more specifically, when - she was.
"Thanks, Melo-" the weak words were cut off into a cough. The fool that she was, she had managed to swallow a mouthful of water in that small bit of time. Softly shaking her head, she turned her gaze towards the cat that had saved her, and froze. What was she thinking, had she tried to thank Melonpaw? Suddenly, she was warm with embarrassment. "I, uh, thank you..." He wouldn't have noticed the earlier slip, would he? Perhaps since the name had been cut off before she could fully say it, he wouldn't think anything of it.
In the moments after he'd dragged her to the bank, he could sense that she seemed to be struggling to come back to herself. A reaction as such was normal after something so shocking, so Whitewolf had waited patiently while Acorncharm collected herself once more. He was internally puzzled at the intense look of confusion that had blanketed her expression, and the confusing words that had come from her mouth, but he didn't question it.
"Are you alright?" He asked, having taken a step back to give her space to recover from nearly drowning. It wasn't often that any expression fell across his features, but for quick moment concern for his clanmate had flashed in his golden gaze as he observed her.
He had definitely noticed her slip. Acorncharm knew it, though Whitewolf had given very little to tell her as much. It was merely a feeling in her sinking gut, but she was grateful that he didn't push it. Perhaps he thought that she was just delirious? Oh StarClan, what if he thought she was crazy? Of course, he just had to go and ask a question while she was mulling over her sanity, and she had to take far longer than she should have to process his words.
"Yes," she was a poor liar, so there was no doubt that Whitewolf probably noticed the fact that she was shaking. "I just... I think I just need some rest. Maybe I should go get my vision checked, too. I'm not sure how I was able to completely miss that much water." Her joking was just as bad, but she gave a small smile anyway.
