Post by Brookpaw on Jul 22, 2018 16:47:18 GMT
Water swirled around the young molly. She closed her eyes and kicked her paws, working with the water. A RiverClan cat that loved to swim? Unheard of! The apprentice's whiskers twitched at her little joke.
Brookpaw's paw pressed against a smooth, round rock. Her eyes opened in an instant. She'd reached the other side of the river in what felt like no time at all. She stood just in the river, the water barely passing over her paws.
The RiverClanner cast a glance over her shoulder. Should she keep swimming?
Nah. She came here to relax on the rocks, and she'd have to swim to get back home anyway. Might as well make the most of the sunlight.
Brookpaw bounded out of the water, creating raucous splashes in her wake. She purred and leaped atop a rock that fit her perfectly: She could curl up on it and fill it without her legs or tail hanging over the side.
Both ThunderClan and RiverClan gave up official ownership of the Sunningrocks during the plague and the following leafbare. Neither Clan had the energy to fight for it, and both recognized the necessity of hunting (and relaxing) there during those rough moons. Brookpaw had been lucky enough to share tongues with some ThunderClanners recently. She dozed off here and there, but the excited part of her mind kept her half-awake. She hoped to meet another ThunderClan cat. Once the Clans grew strong again, they would undoubtedly start warring over these rocks again, and Brookpaw wanted to get to know as many of the forest-dwelling cats as she could before the tensions built up again.
Brookpaw's paw pressed against a smooth, round rock. Her eyes opened in an instant. She'd reached the other side of the river in what felt like no time at all. She stood just in the river, the water barely passing over her paws.
The RiverClanner cast a glance over her shoulder. Should she keep swimming?
Nah. She came here to relax on the rocks, and she'd have to swim to get back home anyway. Might as well make the most of the sunlight.
Brookpaw bounded out of the water, creating raucous splashes in her wake. She purred and leaped atop a rock that fit her perfectly: She could curl up on it and fill it without her legs or tail hanging over the side.
Both ThunderClan and RiverClan gave up official ownership of the Sunningrocks during the plague and the following leafbare. Neither Clan had the energy to fight for it, and both recognized the necessity of hunting (and relaxing) there during those rough moons. Brookpaw had been lucky enough to share tongues with some ThunderClanners recently. She dozed off here and there, but the excited part of her mind kept her half-awake. She hoped to meet another ThunderClan cat. Once the Clans grew strong again, they would undoubtedly start warring over these rocks again, and Brookpaw wanted to get to know as many of the forest-dwelling cats as she could before the tensions built up again.
