Name: SeaStrike (was striker)
Gender: male
Age: 57 moons
Rank: warrior
Clan: LotusClan
Prompt:
Striker lived on a nice shore. He had a nice life with cold fresh sea air, and quite a few fine she-cats. He’d watch the upwalkers go fishing and always through he should give it a try, get a nice tasty snack that was fresh and not stolen, maybe impress the ladies. He simply dove into the water. He, of course, knew how to swim; he lived by the sea. It started out alright, the fish darted around him, but the wind was fierce that day. He was bashed against a large rock and a searing pain opened in his shoulder enhanced by the salty water. He grimaced and darted after a large fish, determined. Suddenly, he saw one of the upwalker silver hunting hooks up close and it scraped across his eye, then caught in his ear. He was wrenched out of the sea and his ear tore sending him flying onto a rock. He lay there all day until the sun set. It was chilly and he shivered, but at least it numbed the pain. Soon he fell asleep and when he awoke he was in a sheltered shed, his wounds had been cleaned and wrapped with tatters from an old ship’s sail. Though one of his eyes was swollen shut, he could see the cat who had saved him. He got up and stumbled over, “Oh! Lay down!” the healer exclaimed. He smiled, “Okay, okay.” He sat and looked into those sapphire blue eyes, he started to flirt. And she just scowled and walked off. He spent the next few days continuously flirting. She spend the next few days scoffing and gagging at him until she gave up and kicked him out. As he left he called out, “Catch ya later babe” and she looked like she wanted reopen those wounds.
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