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Currently, there weren't very many kits in the nursery, which meant that Wistfuldancer had a rather easy job as of late. So, she had a lot of time to herself, and of course she was going to spend it away from everyone. It was purely luck that the Shallow Pool was empty, with her as the sole occupant. She stretched out just to the side of the pool, her tail occasionally dipping into the shallow waters, only to immediately whip back to the shores. It would probably feel quite nice inside, but for the moment she was content under the sun, where she didn't have to worry about a fish rubbing against her side. The waterfall rushed nearby, and, oddly enough, Wistfuldancer found the loud sound quite comforting. It was a constant companion, blocking out any other noises that may startle her. She could almost fall asleep, if she wasn't afraid of a predator coming across her sleeping form.
"CANNON BALL~!" A gleeful voice shouted as a black shape plummeted into the water, having leaped from a nearby overhanging branch. Uncaring about the potential for error, or for the possibility of landing into shallower water than would be conductive towards keeping use of his legs. The water closed around him as he sunk into it's depths, and he let out a laugh, air bubbles escaping to the surface before he pushed up with his hind legs to break the surface.
Coughing and spluttering he laughed as the water rippled in shallow waves around him, beating against the shore. As if wrathful that it's clam waters had been disturbed by the cackling tom. Bright yellow eyes searched the pools waters for a fish or anything interesting before he slapped a paw on the waters surface just to watch the splash.
