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Silvermist dove into the deep end of the river, her body weightless. Her silver fur floated around her, bubbles escaped from her muzzle and rose to the surface. The fish scattered at first but then clustered back together in small schools. A fish swam by her and she clamped her jaws around it and paddled back to the surface. She climbed out of the river, the fish hanging from her jaws. It tried to wriggled free but she clamped down tight and killed it. She set it down and turned to fish for more but a sound caught her attention. She paused, her blue gaze sweeping her surroundings, water streaming from her silver tabby fur as it plastered to her lithe and slim body. "Is someone there?" She asked, her voice ringing out and she felt ridiculous. Maybe she was just hearing things. Perhaps it was just water in her ears.
"Just me," Patchpaw muttered gruffly. He stumbled closer and slowly began to move into sight, and what a sight it was: sticker burrs had buried themselves in his grey-and-white fur and a vine wrapped around his foreleg, a few stickers had pricked one of his pads and was working its way in between his toes, though it wasn't bleeding. He made his way to the edge of the water and then entered the stream, doing his best to wash the mess out of his fur.
Glancing up at her and guessing she wanted a explanation, he added reluctantly, "I was chasing a hare. It turned faster than I did."
She forced down a laugh, not wanting to make him feel embarrassed. "Your not hurt, are you?" She asked, tilting her head wondering if she should help him get the burrs out of his fur.
"No." The young tom turned and teased a burr from his shoulder. "Just... embarrassed, I suppose." He had a short, stiff manner of speech, like he wasn't sure how much he should admit, or just how to talk to the older cat. He was eight moons old and spend most of his life in the clan avoiding everyone else.
"No need to be embarrassed" Silvermist purred, approaching the younger tom and pulling out a burr. "It happens to the best hunters. Besides, Waterclan cats are better at fishing. Why not leave the rabbit and hare hunting to the moor and mountain cats?"
“You think I should just walk away when I see perfectly good prey? It was just begging me to chase it.” His tail twitched in frustration, wondering if it had just been teasing him. He had been trying to fish but he wasn’t very good at it. When he was younger he had lived in a barn where the hunting was easy, so when Riverstar asked him to hunt as a kit he hadn’t been completely hopeless. But that had all been land prey, and he didn’t now much about the water.
"I suppose not" she confessed, giving him a frown. "But you shouldnt harm yourself over prey. We need you healthy and scratch free" she purred, her smile returning with a glint of amusement in her blue eyes.
Patchpaw shrugged, feeling vaguely embarrassed and comforted by her words. "Well... I'll try to be more careful next time," he muttered, glancing away from her. "But I can't promise anything. If I was just a little bit faster I might've caught it, and being cautious won't make me fast."
He hesitated, reluctant to show her how poorly he fished. But he wasn't going to get better without practice and while he'd tried fishing on his own he was rarely successful, so he needed help. "Alright," he agreed reluctantly. He finished fishing burrs from his coat and waded toward the shore.
"Okay. There are a couple ways to do this. Usually the fish come to the surface during feeding time...which is at dusk where the bugs are the busiest." She explained. "Unfortunately, though, its mid day. So, the fish stay toward the bottom. Thats when we have to get into the water." She waded into the stream, digging her claws into the gravel at the bottom of the stream to fight the current. Fish scattered at first then eventually swarmed around her paws again. "If you stay perfectly still, they will get close to you...and then..." She hooked a fish and flung it onto the shore. "Tada!"
Patchpaw stayed on the bank as she demonstrated, and shook his head slightly. Great, he wasn't even learning at the best time of day. And how did she do it so quickly? It always took him forever to catch a fish. He fidgeted on the bank, adopting a sulky look, and glanced sideways at her. "Nice catch," he muttered, "but it isn't that easy, most of the time, for the rest of us."
Which would be more humiliating, letting a fish get away or her having to catch it for him? Patchpaw wasn't sure, but he didn't have much of a choice, so he just nodded and moved to the shoreline. He took a deep breath and plunged into the water, grimacing as it rushed cold around his legs and under his belly, then focused on the fish. "Can't I just pounce on one like a mouse?"
Patchpaw's ears twitched and he was tempted to try it anyway, but he trusted the warrior knew what she was talking about. "Alright," he muttered reluctantly.
After watching the water for a while he was confident enough to try for a fish. As a minnow slipped closer his paw darted underneath and he hooked it upward-- only for it to slide sideways off his pad and plop back into the water as soon as he tried to lift it.
