Post by river on Apr 9, 2009 15:17:22 GMT -6
It was the middle of the day, and the sun waz blazing in a clear blue sky. Thornstripe trotted out of camp, and, upon reaching the river, he slid slowly in, the soothing coolness spreading all over his body. Once he'd lain there for a couple of minutes, he decided to do some fishing. Climbing out of the water, he waited on the bank, with one paw poised to strike. Soon, a large, silver fish came, laizily nosing the reeds in hope of food. Veering over to where the muscular tabby waited, it was fished out of the water and onto the bank, where it lay, wriggling. Thornstripe placed a paw on it, bent over it, and bit its neck. The fish went limp and still.
Covering his catch with dried-up reeds, he padded back to take up his former postiton. Soon, he had caught a fish that was even bigger than the first, then, he caught two smaller fish. Deciding he'd done enough fishing for now, the muscular brown tabby lowered himself slowly into the water. He rolled about for a minute, then started smimming. He swam up the river, until he smelled the scent markers, and turned back. Heading towards where he had buried his prey, he caught a small fish. Killing it quickly, he picked up some of his catch, making sure the rest was covered with dead reeds, and carried it back to the RiverClan camp. On the way back to collect the rest of his prey, he heard pawsteps behind him, and a familiar scent flooded over him.....
Covering his catch with dried-up reeds, he padded back to take up his former postiton. Soon, he had caught a fish that was even bigger than the first, then, he caught two smaller fish. Deciding he'd done enough fishing for now, the muscular brown tabby lowered himself slowly into the water. He rolled about for a minute, then started smimming. He swam up the river, until he smelled the scent markers, and turned back. Heading towards where he had buried his prey, he caught a small fish. Killing it quickly, he picked up some of his catch, making sure the rest was covered with dead reeds, and carried it back to the RiverClan camp. On the way back to collect the rest of his prey, he heard pawsteps behind him, and a familiar scent flooded over him.....