𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔭𝔞𝔴
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Female|10 moons|white Turkish angora with black stripe on back and scars on right eye|Tags: open
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As soon as she felt the water against her fur, she felt whole again. She swished her tail and moved her paws in the rhythmic motion she had been taught. And as much as she wanted to stay down here forever, the water was bitterly cold, and she had a mentor on shore who she was positive was growing ever more worried. And she knew the last thing she wanted was for Dreamstruck to just worry more. So she sped off through the water until she saw them. She spotted a couple catfish, feeding on the bottom of the river. She brought her paddling to a halt, and floated along the top of the water, just under the ice. She gasped some air from a few air pockets, and prepared to dive. She waited until she was just before going over, and quickly twisted into a dive.
She growled through the water and unsheathed her claws, twisting through the water in an attempt to latch her claws on at least one of the fish. She felt the tail one slap her side, and she spun around and swiped her claws through the water, at she at once saw blood rose. She closed her jaws around the now limp fish, and began to give chase to the other fish. She quickly dove at the top and broke the ice, taking a deep breath and tossing the catfish to the bank for Dreamstruck to intercept, before diving down again. She knew she should stop, but her confidence got the better of her. She would show Dreamstruck she was the best fisher in Sycamoreclan!