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Post by kitten on Nov 19, 2012 0:57:24 GMT
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Actions. "Speech." 'Thoughts.'
If he would have thought this through, he wouldn't have come to the river. It was far too cold and staying in the water for even a minute too long could cause the tiny feline to get sick and die, if he didn't die in the freezing river. If he would have use his head for even a moment, he would have realized that taken a swim in the river during winter would not, in any way, shape or form, warm him up.
But he didn't. He didn't stop to think for a second, his mind was set on taking a dip in the chilly river early in the morning while everything was quiet. Maybe he could practice breathing underwater here as well! The water was nice and clear and clean, it was the perfect place to try.
Once he had arrived, he padded up to the edge of the water. The grey tabby stared at his reflection for a moment, readying himself to dive in, head first. His body shifted forward, but he was stopped by a loud rumble that erupted in his stomach. Sighing, he sat back. It wasn't good to swim on an empty stomach. Or a full one, so he'd have to spend some time searching for a meal, and then waiting for it to settle.
Trisk turned his back on the river and scanned the earth that spanned in front of him. Nothing showed up, meaning he would have to do some searching. This was wasting valuable swimming time. A small growl set in his throat, but he held it back and set off to find something, anything that would sooth his hunger.
He spent an hour hunting for a mouse, chasing it down and almost falling into the river, twice. He took a nap shortly after to make the time waiting for his food to settle go by faster.
When we awoke, it took him a moment to collect himself and remember where he was. He pushed himself off of the chilly ground and stretched, reaching his front legs forward and clawing at the ground a tad before sitting back up. Now he was ready to swim.
Once again, he walked down to the edge of the river, leaning in until his nose almost touched the water. Taking a deep breath, he launch himself in, he floated under the surface for a moment before rising, sputtering out water and taking large breaths. Darn it, he still didn't have it down yet. He turned to swim to the edge but found he was further away than he had thought, the current slowly pulling him down the river. He swam to the nearest wall and tried his best to cling to it. Looking back, he realized what a stupid idea this was.
461words/holy kittens batman, this is shitty, why do people let me start threads again
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Post by Jay on Nov 19, 2012 1:28:50 GMT
As winter had finally begun to arrive, prey levels dropped even lower, despite this, the Tempest Pack continued to stay as strong as possible, hunters working themselves to exhaustion and fighters joining them in an effort to keep the pack fed and strong. June was donig her part that blustery, cold December day. Trotting down to the river, as of yet unfrozen, June kept scenting the air, hoping for just a whiff of something edible. Finally, after what seemed like forever, a scent, she spotted a rabbit. It was thin, not much meat, but just enough for one of the pack's members to make a meal of in this preyless time. As she crouched, creeping closer ever so slowly, she watched the rabbit intently, two-toned grey pelt barely noticable to any passing creature. Unfortunatly though, the rabbit was not as foolish as it seemed, it spotted her, despite her freezing in place in an effort to remain unnoticed. It bolted, June launching forth in an effort to quickly catch up. As the little bundle of brownish grey fur streaked down the river's length, June pelted after it, paws hitting the ground quickly, pushing off in attempts for long strides to catch up to the little streak of fur that just eluded her. Then, it stumbled, hitting some rock in the grass or something, June almost ran right over it, bending herself and skidding to a stop as her jaws closed over the creatures neck, holding tightly until it was dead. As she rested briefly, catching her breath after the run. she heard spluttering breaths and scrabbling below her, in the river. She left the rabbit for a moment, padding over to the riverbank, looking into the water, below her, scrabbling at the wall, was a kitten. June paused a moment, a feud going on in her mind. Should she save this young one, or leave it to drown? She was a Tempest Pack member, she killed cats for a reason, they had been the death of her whole family. But on the other paw, this one was just a kitten. It only took a few seconds for June to reach a decision, crouching and reaching down to grasp the grey kitten by his scruff, lifting him from the water and placing him beside her on the shore.
"You are some kind of stupid to be in that river this late in the year." |
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Post by kitten on Nov 23, 2012 0:58:06 GMT
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Actions. "Speech." 'Thoughts.'
The small grey tabby quickly figured out that it was quite hard to hold onto wet dirt while shivering as hard as he was. He kept almost losing his grip and each time he slipped, his eyes would shoot in the direction the river was flowing in hopes that whatever was at the end wasn't going to kill him. He would only look for a few moments each time, locking his eyes back on his paws to makes sure they were positioned enough to keep a grip on the wall.
His jaws were clenched and he was trying his hardest not to let his head go under. He had to think about that for a moment - why was he so worried about his head going under, he could breath underwater! Sure he wasn't all that great at it just yet but he was still learning.
While his head was wondering, one of his paws slipped. There was a split second where he was touching nothing but water, then there was a flash of grey and white and he was being lifted out of the water. He curled in on himself the moment he was out of the water, and was a little ball by the time he was set onto solid ground. He was going to have to try swimming in this river again, but during the summer and when the waters were calmer, for sure.
He lied there for a little while, shivering, and shaking his head every now and again when some water would trickle into his eyes or ears. Eventually, his body calmed down enough for him to to think straight, so he opened his eyes. Everything was just a little blurry but he didn't think anything of it.
There was a large dog standing before him. It - she - must have been the one to pull him out of the water. Trisk shook his head once more then stood. He was quite shaky and it was hard to keep his balance, but he managed to shake some water off of his fur and sit in front of his rescuer. He wiggled his tiny tail and looked up at her. "Thank you for saving me, miss." He squeaked quietly.
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