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The sun was particularly warm today. He supposed this was simply because they were growing near to the dog days of summer. It was just the time of year for the days to be long and hot. He supposed that he shouldn't be surprised, then. It wasn't that he particularly minded, either. He had always been teased that he was cold-blooded, so he thrived in places where sunshine and heat were abundant. You couldn't be cold if you were roasting, hmm?
He thought about this for a moment, before taking a running dive into the creek. Well, dive wasn't really the word for it. The creek wasn't big enough to dive in. But he had taken a running start. This wasn't graceful, and although the creek was shallow, the tom made a big splash. Which would have been great, had he not gotten a little too close to a she-cat who had just been sitting on the edge of the water.
A lop-sided grin crossed his face when he realized he splashed her. "Oopsie," he meowed, "didn't see ya there. Hopefully I didn't getchya too bad!" He continued, even though it was absolutely clear that yes, he had.
The little mouse swung from her jaws, still warm from catching it just seconds before. Beetuft made her way through SummerClan's sweltering territory, feeling the rays of the sun burn into her skin. Of course, her thick pelt didn't help either. She sighed, feeling her throat become more dry by the second. Today had gone by sluggishly, much different to the usual fast pace Beetuft experienced them. It just seemed to drag on.
It's probably the heat, she guessed, dropping the mouse onto the prey-pile. She would eat later, she decided. After a long, cool drink. So, the white she-cat made her way out of camp, her orange patches radiating in the sun. The birds chirped distantly, and she couldn't muster the energy to search for anymore prey. She reached a little creek, the water glistening and running smoothly. Taking long strides, basically jumping, she settled herself by the stream and immediately lapped up the water. It was so cool, so refreshing, and it seemed to give her an energy buzz.
Beetuft didn't even look up as the sound of pawsteps--quick pawsteps--sounded in her ears. She saw a flash and--before she could react--she was soaked in water. It dragged at her pelt, and she had to remove fur from in front of her eyes. It was Odysseyfright. She laughed, anything but annoyed at the tom. Her sea-blue eyes shone.
"You sure did, but I don't mind. It's much too hot out here." She shook out her messy fur, a few twigs and leaves flying out. "Next time, give me a little warning, right?" She purred, looking into the creek. She paused for a few heartbeats, twitching her tail, before jumping in herself. "I may as well join you. Usually I'm not a fan of water, it drags at my fur, but on days like these it really helps." The creek wasn't deep, it only reached a bit past her belly, but she was rather short. It seemed to immediately refresh her.
"A little warning? That's no fun," the tom purred in response, sending up a silent thanks that she was understanding about it. He'd experienced more than one cat that would have beat his tail for such an oversight lapse. "The shock is the exciting part. Otherwise, what would it be? Just some boring old splashing?" The tom chuckled, his lopsided grin clear on his face. He was as good natured as they came, which served him almost as many problems as it got him out of. He was a good cat, though, one that you'd expect couldn't even hurt a fly. That was part of the charm of the southern-drawl speaking tom. Probably most of it, honestly, only aided by his accent and the boyish good looks he had.
"The water feels good," he meowed, "don't it? This isn't nothing but a little creek, but it sure does the trick." There was a bit of wistfulness in his voice as he remembered the rivers that he had once swam in, with their white waters and heavy waves. He blinked a few times, before nudging some water to splash her. He really was an apprentice in a warrior's body, wasn't he? He then swam a bit away from her so that she couldn't splash him back right away.
"So you're saying you're not a fish with fur?" he then asked, tilting his head. "What a shame."
She giggled—a smooth, youthful sound—and wadded after him. “Well, my relationship with water is a bit, let’s say, love-hate. I don’t mind a good swim, enjoy it actually! But the stuff drags at my fur! It’s so annoying and I hate it.” Finally close enough, she lifted her paw and slammed it down on the water, sending a mini wave towards Odysseyfright. “Got ya back!” She laughed and ducked away. She wasn’t much of a strong swimmer—she had never really bothered to learn—but the water was shallow enough that she could do a kind of run-swim.
"Love-hate, huh? I've got the same kind of relationship with mice. Love um, because they're tasty, but hate um, because they are surprisingly fast." He let out a giggle, knowing full well that he had made a false analogy. He didn't seem to care much, though. "But, maybe if you just cut off all your fur, it wouldn't be such a problem! And, plus, you'd look cute even without it," he meowed with a wink.
When the splash hit him, he let out a mrrp! "Why, I never!" he meowed, the smile on his face widening. "This is war, Beetuft, war I tell you!" With that, the tom dove forward right next to her, sending water flying around them.
“I love mice too much to hate them for being fast. They’re, like, the perfect morning snack.” She purred, backing up a bit. “Oh? War you say? Well, then, war is what your gonna get!” The water hit her square in the face, but she didn’t mind. She laughed and splashed most of her front weight into the water, sending a wave towards the deputy.
