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Allencatch, as usual, was awoken by nightmares. He breathed his lungs full of air in a silent struggle to awake from them. The wind imitated blood pulling at his fur as he was struggling to find a way through the lake of crimson liquid. Finally he was able to reach the shore, and at last, he awoke thrashing around in his bed. He saw moss scattered across the warrior's den, but luckily not many other cats were inhabiting it. Not many had to witness Allencatch's nightly routine. He rose and stretched his cold limbs. He could tell leaf-fall did not have long left and leaf-bare would soon be king. Although Allencatch preferred the cold and dark, it was when he felt the loneliest. He had a good relationship with the other members of his clan, so he couldn't really complain; he could still feel the depressing feeling pulling at his soul, though. He was never sure if he liked it or not, since it was ever present. As he stepped through the entrance of the den, he saw about half the other members of NightClan. Some were just leaving for patrols. The other half he saw in the clearing were either sharing tongues or fortifying parts of the camp. Neither group seemed too desperate for help, so Allencatch decided to follow the patrol out and quickly diverge to his own path. After a few moments of wandering off and even scaring himself with his own shadow, he found himself at the edge of NightClan territory. He heard water moving against rocks through the underbrush ahead. Fishing? he thought to himself. Although he knew he was never really running through the Dark Forest's fields, his legs felt as if he had. He moved on down the shore where the water wasn't as active. He didn't like being wet, so he stayed closer to the edge of the forest. The moon shimmered across the moving water, and for a split moment he saw a lake filled with blood, as deep as his ebony fur. He stepped back suddenly with shock, but realized it was only cobwebs of from his night terror.
A splash nearby followed by a muffled curse of "Fox dung!"
Smallspiral emerged from the basin of the waterfall. She shook out her fur. She liked swimming quite a bit after her mentor had introduced her to swimming. However, the feeling of the water chilled by late leaffall made swimming no fun for her. But seeing how plump some of the fish looked she had decided she was going to catch some. She noticed Allencatch treading around nearby.
"Allencatch! Hello!" She meowed waving her tail in greeting. The moonlight shining brightly down on the pond reflecting on the rippling surface of water nearby. "What brings you here?" She asked.
Allencatch was startled by another's voice, but soon was soothed by another clan mate's scent and voice. The tom was hesitant to respond. Should he tell her about his horrific nightmares? He did not know much of Smallspiral's character, so he was unsure of whether or not she deserved the same fate as so many others: to be haunted by the terrors of the Dark Forest.
"It's been a restless few nights for me," he said as he looked down at his mud-covered paws. "What brings you here?" he asked with a smirk.
"Well was trying to fish," Smallspiral muttered shooting a cross look at the waters. "But unfortunately misjudged it and wound up swimming." She shuddered and tried to shake out her fur a little bit better. "Don't get me wrong I love swimming, but I'll tell you late leaffal makes the water frigid" She said. "But knowing me, I'm a glutton for punishment, I'll try for that fish and even though I fail will still not be as bothered by winding up in the drink as I should be."
"I definitely prefer dry land over the water any day," he said chuckling. "Although, fish are rather delicious." Allencatch said, his stomach growling. He stepped a little closer to the water's edge and thought for a moment if he'd be successful at catching one for the pair to share. A few flicks of silver through the water made his instincts kick in and his paw flash forward. With a swift chop a medium-sized fish lay between the two, just barely moving as the life drained out of it. "Wow, I'm not usually that good!" he laughed. "Trust me, I usually end up in the water as well."
Smallspiral let out a mrrow of amusement tail flicking. "Well it's fortunate you are, we'll have fish tonight it seems," She said eyes bright. "And who cares if it's a lucky catch? It's still a catch. But recognizing that you have room to improve is good." She said.
Allencatch appreciated the fact that Smallspiral spoke very wisely. He chuckled and pushed the wet prey towards her. First bite? he asked. He felt selfish if he didn't let the she-cat take what she wanted first before he had his share. The black tom didn't eat much anyways; a few bites would fill his stomach.
Smallspiral nodded, “Why thank you,” she said before bending her head to take the first bite. Straightening up chewing slowly to savor it. “Mmm,” she purred after she’d finished her mouseful. “I do enjoy the rich flavors of fish.”
The tom tilted his head. You like it? I think it tastes a little.. fishy. And like mud. he said laughing. I know that sounds ridiculous but some fish are the worst. he said stick his tongue out.
