Shrimpwhisker
Riverclan Warrior
"Patience ... is key," Shrimpwhisker muttered to themself, peering over the dark waters beneath their perching stone. They were far enough from the rest of the fishing party to have some level of privacy. All the better, so their clanmates couldn't see the orange Riverclanner's scrunched nose of annoyance.
"Patience, clear your mind, enjoy the wait, embrace the meditation ..."
Frankly, fishing was one of Shrimpwhisker's least favorite things. If they could, they'd dive straight into the water and snatch their scaled quarry. However, fishing wasn't a contest of strength. Instead, it was a sport of grace. A quality that Shrimpwhisker unfortunately lacked.
"By Starclan, I'm gonna be mocked all the way home," they growled, noticing the others had already caught their first, or even second, prey. "Rediculous food source, really. Delicious, but how-" Something sloshed against the stone nearby, damp orange fur peeking above the waterline. Shrimpwhisker took a deep breath, catching the scent of blood upon the air. "Help! Someone's injured, help!" they cried out, rushing forward and diving into the river, scattering whatever fish may have been nearby. Their teeth met the scruff of the young kit, who floated limply in the water. Shrimpwhisker's heart wrenched in anguish as they pulled the little tom further towards safety. A little chunk was missing from his nose. "Help me, we should stabilize him and get Venomrose! "
The confused kit kept staring at him. He gave him a small smile through the pain. He looked like a friend. He didn't really know what clan meant but he knew that they were helping him. He coughed out more water and winced. His face felt like it didn't fit. It was swollen and he couldn't smell anything at all. He couldn't figure out who these cats were or if he'd ever met them. He doubted it though.
He kept himself limp and let the other two help him. He didn't think he could focus on walking. Instead he gave a pathetic sort of mewl and tried purring to ease his own stress and the of the other two.
"Hi," he tried but it hurt to speak and he put his head down again.
Shrimpwhisker
Riverclan Warrior
"S-Sorry Copperstar," Shrimpwhisker stammered, relief relaxing their tensed features. A sputtering, watery cough wracked the kit. "Thank Starclan, he's breathing on his own. Take it easy little one, I'm Shrimpwhisker." He had bright green eyes, much like Shrimpwhisker's own. With a ginger touch they placed the sodden kit before their leader. Copperstar had a talent for kit-care and could assess the situation. "He washed up just over there, along the bank. Do you think he's lost, or ..." they trailed off, concern furrowing their whiskers. The rest of the fishing party had gathered nearby, milling about with concern. "I guess that's something to worry about later. It's a miracle he survived, soaked to the bone and washed down the river. Does that nose wound look fresh to you? He may have gouged it along the stones." They winced in sympathy at the gash. "Not the best welcome to Riverclan, is it?"
Copperstar of Riverclan
“Take a deep breath, Shrimpwhisker and calm yourself.” Copperstar’s voice rose above the crashing of the waves and the calls of the gulls above them. The large orange tabby made his way towards Shrimpwhisker and the unfortunate ball of wet fur that was an injured kit. “Losing one’s head in a situation like this will do more harm than good. Just take a few breaths and allow me to take the young mouser. You explain what happened here along the way.” Copperstar came to a stop beside the warrior and half-drowned orange kitten. He took notice that a chunk of the kit’s nose was missing, but he didn’t comment on it, there was nothing to be done about it. For the time being they had to get the kit to Venomrose.
The poor kit barely heard the yelling over the rush of the water that still spun in his head. In reality he had a bit of a concussion. He let out a confused, frightened mewl as he felt the teeth around his scruff. He paddled uselessly trying to help the stranger.
He couldn't get his bearings as he felt ground reach his paws though the motion was less walking and more paddling. He coughed as he was able to get water out of his lungs now that he wasn't face down in the water.
Dazed he looked at his savior. He tried to figure out what was happening. There was so much pain in his muzzle he couldn't think.