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The ground dipped steeply away from her paws, falling off in a short cliff. At the bottom lapped the river, waves gentle but insistent as they rubbed and pulled at the bank, rolling against the packed earth and stone again and again. Fine spray flung into her face and clung to her whiskers. She leaned over the water and then away, swaying in time with the waves.
From her perch, Mothpaw took another shallow breath. Her eyes meandered over the river and to the far bank, flicked this way and that at every splash, completely hopeless at finding focus here, everything else was so interesting. Several minutes passed with no success, but finally her hesitation was wearing out.
“Now or never,” Mothpaw determined. Time to learn how to swim. She launched herself off the cliff and plopped into the deep.
pinepaw casually swoops in to play teacher once again
His solo patrol out had brought him to water once again. Perhaps it was the sound of the water running, the soft hum of cicadas that stayed close by, or a mixture of the two. Regardless he found himself there when the sound of a voice pricked his ears. Slowly he crept forward, searching through the foliage until he spotted Mothpaw upon her perch. At first he thought she may need help and began to take a step forward before he realized what was really going on. A smirk lifted his lips and he decided to watch her for a moment, maybe wondering if she was really going to jump in or not. As soon as she hit the water, he came forward, approaching the bank in case she didn't come up.
It was the heat of greenleaf, but the water was shocking cold this early in the morning. Mothpaw opened her mouth to yelp as she hit the river and instead water flooded into her mouth. She sputtered at the taste, thrashing all of her limbs at once until her head broke the surface again. She barely had time to gasp in air before she was underwater again, tumbling sideways, paws spinning in strange directions. Again her head broke, and she breathed, and again she fell back under water.
To anyone on the outside, it was apparent that her attempts at swimming were the only real reason she was struggling; the river was calm today.
Pinepaw watched the fiasco closely, making sure she didn't drown herself or anything. Though he was mostly amused, he felt a bit anxious at the fact that she had done this all alone, and if she didn't get the hang of it quickly, she could have drowned out here all by herself. With the expression of a concerned and disappointed dad, he called out to her, hoping she'd hear him in between bobbing up and down. "You gotta be a bit more organized than that! I mean, it's kinda like just walking, if you think about it."
“You got— more organized— than— I— like just— king— about it—“ Through her frantic attempts at swimming the apprentice could not hear Pinepaw well, but she knew a compliment when she heard it.
“THANKS!” she yowled back. “YOU’RE A KING TOO!” She floundered in a circle and managed to steady herself some, still not graceful, but spending more time about water than under. “I think I’m getting the hang of this!”
The tom let out a chuckle that rumbled his belly, and a grin cracked his face. Though she didn't hear what he said, he soon realized that she didn't need coaching anyway, and the whole moment felt like a memory he wouldn't soon forget. With a sigh, he decided to take a swim for himself. It had been awhile since he had, and he'd always enjoyed the water. The way it held him there, it was comforting, not unlike a mother's touch.
Without a word he slipped into the water and paddled closer to her, but not too close - he didn't want to be drowned by the flailing she-cat.
He might not want to get near, but Mothpaw had other ideas. She was swimming just fine in her opinion and she was feeling playful. With a serious of deft, uncoordinated movements, she jerked her body around to face him as swam his way with long, powerful, crooked strokes.
His ears twitched at the hint of mischief he sensed behind her inquiry. Regardless, the same warm smile accompanied his response. "So long as you don't drown me in the process, I suppose it wouldn't hurt." The tom sometimes had a hard time taking time off from his duties, always feeling like he needed to do more, not just for his Clan, but for himself. The hint of mischief in the air seemed to draw him in though. As he swam a circle around Mothpaw, he asked, "What game?"
"Well doesn't that ruin the fun of it!" she responded brightly. She tried to paddle in a circle to keep him in sight with little success. "Diving competition! Who can go deeper? Or if you can touch the bottom of the river, who can stay down longer?"
