- troutstar (tagged: minnowpaw)
troutstar nodded in response to minnowpaw's comment about the water, despite being well aware of the fact that the apprentice wouldn't be able to see him nod. it didn't matter, though-- minnowpaw was clearly much more focused on fishing than on the leader's sudden arrival. not wanting to enter the water while the other cat was fishing, he seated himself on the shore, keeping his calculating green eyes trained on the apprentice. wading in while another was fishing was completely inappropriate etiquette-- any cat with the slightest bit of experience would know such a thing. it does nothing good; just scares the fish away. an absolute waste of time and starclan-given resources.
the older tom watched as minnowpaw swam, admiring his technique. he was definitely more skilled than the average apprentice when it came to hunting in the water. when the apprentice got a hold of a fish, he released a small mrr of approval. "nice catch," he congratulated the younger cat, his voice polite and firm. "starclan, we thank you for your graciousness in providing us with the life of this fish to feed our clan. amen."
being highly faithful in starclan, troutstar was constantly praying to the ancestors. he was a strong believer in the fact that starclan designed this island just for the purpose of them inhabiting it. it was for this reason that he was very vocal about his beliefs and constantly expressed his religiousness-- it was what he believed to be right, after all.
"alright," troutstar mewed in response to minnowpaw offering the water to him for fishing. he had noticed that fallowstride had been in the water earlier, in the distance. since others have already caught quite a bit, the tom was in no rush. "do you plan to do more fishing before sun-up?"
herontail (tagged: foxtail)
stiff as a rock, herontail sat up in her mossy nest. her lean body was tense with fear, practically pulsing with every heartbeat. her thick grey coat of fur sat puffed on her frame. her ears were flat against the back of her head. she was hoping that keeping her ears back would block out some of the loud noise that the rain made, but it did no such thing. still, her paranoia kept her noticeably uneasy. while many cats in lakeclan scoffed at her ridiculous fear of rainstorms-- a common occurrence, due to being right on a lake-- herontail could absolutely not shake the fear. it was impossible.
herontail watched as foxtail, a fellow warrior but no friend of hers exit the den. she felt a rush of heat flow to her face. did foxtail see her in such a state of panic? how shameful. sheepishly, herontail lifted herself into a standing position. her paws were shaky, but she did manage to hold herself up. herontail disliked foxtail-- she was much too outspoken for her taste. knowing that the ginger she-cat had a bit of a loud mouth, herontail didn't want her to think that she was a scaredy-squirrel... chances are, she would tell the entire clan! although many cats knew of herontail's phobia, she refused to have a reputation for cowardice. she decided to leave the warriors' den to prove to foxtail that she was not afraid-- if foxtail had even noticed, that is.
the grey she-cat mustered up as much courage as she could. with an unsteady stride, she exited the underground warriors' den, and headed into the damp lakeclan camp. just to prove that she wasn't fearful, she forced herself to greet foxtail-- something she wouldn't usually do.
"good morning, foxtail," she said. she tried to keep her voice cold and professional, but there was a slight waver to it. herontail hoped foxtail wouldn't notice.
