Post by quicksilver on Aug 17, 2009 22:48:16 GMT -6
{{ Foxfang~ }}
Foxfang felt quite like a dog, shaking the water out of his fur. Drips of water fell from his sopping tail, as well as it was making his large ears droop a bit. He had shaken himself quite a few times, but still, he felt as wet as he did being submerged in the water. It was needless to say that he was quite the bit of chilly, it being somewhat early in newleaf. The rain hadn't started pouring quite yet, but the snow had all but dissapeared. The Somali cat sighed, catching a stupid fish shouldn't have been so difficult. He was a cat, fish is what he ate. As a main staple of any Rushclan cat, why couldn't he so well as catch one of the slippery little devils without getting a mouthful of water and a day's worth of sitting in the sun?
As lovely a deputy as he might be, hunting fish was something that he needed to stop trying. He had been on a bit of a solo border patrol, checking over the ravine and the areas around the river. He had buried a vole along the way, making sure that he had something to bring back to the camp. Now here he was, sopping wet in the middle of Newleaf... though he did catch that fish. The thought was enough for Foxfang to forget about his previous thoughts of cold wet fur and on the fish that would make a substantial meal for even a hungry Rushclan cat. It would probably go to a queen, they needed something other than mice and voles every once in a while. I am a bit hungry... Foxfang sighed, ignoring his stomach's grumbling protest that he should eat something that he caught himself.
The cat wouldn't do it though, fish was terrible when you had to lick off a layer of dirt. Foxfang frowned at the memory, new warriors often made that mistake, and though he wouldn't complain, he didn't blame the murmurs from the elders. The feline stopped over where he buried his vole, though knew he would have to come back before he collected it. Maybe someone would come and help him carry this back. It was pretty early in the morning, and the fresh kill pile needed some refilling; it was just in time for breakfast, so this fish wouldn't have the time to start smelling unless he sat around here any longer. I don't have time to wait on another cat... The deputy shook his fur as well as he could one last time before starting his trek back to camp.