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It hadn't been that long ago that Acornpaw was made an apprentice. The time really seemed to fly by as a kit, but perhaps it would go even quicker now that she had her own freedom. She wandered around Heron Lake, occasionally stopping to collect the shards of a shell. They were tiny little pieces, but they were pretty, and she wanted to add them to her collection. While she was at it, she might as well find a new place to store all of her valuables, as under her nest no longer seemed like a good option. Things tended to go missing, and Acornpaw could never figure out if it was a sibling taking them, or one of the other cats that would bully her that stole them. Just thinking about all of the missing objects was causing the apprentice to tear up, and she struggled to hold back the tears.
In her moment of distraction, however, she managed to wander too close to the lake. It was just a matter of one more misstep, which easily happened, that caused her to fall into the waters. Luckily, the lake was calm, but that didn't matter to Acornpaw as she panicked, flailing in an attempt to stay above water, her tears now fully cascading down her face, the shell shards now lost in the deeper water.
"You're in shallow water, calm yourself before you manage to drown in a rather pitiful scenario." A dry voice spoke and an arched brow twitched as bright blue eyes, rivaling the glow of stars, stared down the flailing the apprentice. Pristine white coat a beacon of light against the sand of the shore, pose perfectly poised. The tom made no move towards the tearful and wet mess that was putting on a rather pathetic show. Instead he watched with an infernal sort of patience that spoke of the ability to stand there all day if needed.
"Just because you're a member of Fallclan doesn't mean you have to act like the lake is some sort of black hole that is going to swallow you hole. Use your legs and eyes and head back to shore." He drawled with the sort of arrogance that spoke of a stern and steady self assurance. Born of someone who once knew what the bottom felt like and had crawled themselves out from the mud to stand bright among the other stars in the sky. Or some the verbose and poetic Foolsgambit might describe it.
