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FENNELSECRET ―✸― she / they • warrior • lesbian • open to any and all plots
Fennelsecret padded sullenly from the direction she'd come, watery pawsteps left in her wake. Dripping from head to toe wasn't a good look -- especially with your pride hurt and utter embarrassment clinging to you. Though she'd been assured it wasn't a big deal, they still saw the barley kept laugh and concern gleaming in Drizzlespell's eyes. It'd seemed better to part quickly and escape from her mortification in having made herself and absolute fool in front of a close friend. And another thing to want to hide in a hole and die forever making a fool of herself in front of someone she'd had slight feelings for since she could remember.
Sighing and sitting sullenly, Fennelsecret began to groom out the water drenching their frame and wondered what they could do to keep herself busy, and her wandering thoughts in check. Hunting or patrolling was always a possibility. But, it was also extremely boring and quite lonely by yourself. Glancing in the direction they'd come, she instead fixated on a certain decision. To avoid any future and possibly mortifying moments with water, fish, and Drizzlesppell, they would teach themself how to fish.
It took some time before they found a quiet, peaceful spot of water with little fish darting he4re and there. And possibly even more to work up the courage to take a stance. Awkward as it felt, Fennelsecret stared daggers at the silvery creatures below the rippling surface. As if they had in fact been the reason she'd taken such a graceless fall into the chilly water. Lashing out with very little skill, her teeth closed sharply around empty space, face now soaking wet again.
He'd been watching. Ever so carefully, and quietly. There was a cat there, one that was not of SwiftClan, hidden within the shadows. He had watched a lot of the scene unfold, and sat without movement. He had no plans of being detected, but he saw a chance. A chance to wreck havoc here, as she also was seemingly not paying much attention.
The black and white tuxedo top smirked darkly as he slowly moved from the undergrowth. Bellamy moved each paw step quietly, slowly. He'd been told that the league had full plans to make the clans irritated, to instigate, irritate, and even steal from them. By any means possible. He remembered the words.
As he drew closer, and the water splashed in her face, he gave a chuckle and slammed his front paws into her back to push her into the water. Bellamy lashed his tail behind him as the unsuspecting feline would give a lurch forward.
