Piedwren
riverclan warrior
Another day, another hunting patrol... Piedwren never enjoyed these duties, especially considering how bad he actually was at hunting. His fur wasn't made for the water, much less cold water. He was ShadowClan by blood, and had never been able to get comfortable in the water. Lazy green eyes rolling toward his companion, his tail flicking in boredom, the tom breathed a heavy sigh. "Isn't it cold?" he complained, turning his eyes back on the water blow him. There were a few small fish darting here and there, but they didn't seem worth the effort to catch. They didn't look like they'd even be enough to fill a kit's belly, so what was the point?
Reaching out a paw carefully, Piedwren scooped one of the fish out of the water, dropping it onto the rocks beside him. "Who is this even gonna feed?" he groaned, "All the good fish have already hidden from us." He cast a glance at the pitiful pile he'd managed to catch so far-- consisting of only one decent-sized catfish and a few much smaller fish. Lowering his chin to his paws, the tabby tom lashed his tail in annoyance.
Piedwren
riverclan warrior
(he/him)
Rolling his eyes with a sigh, Piedwren couldn't help but admit that he kind of deserved the scolding. If he had kept his lips shut, they'd probably have had more luck with their hunt. But what was the point in focusing so hard just to feed a couple cats a single meal? Surely there were better things they could be doing with their time. "You got a point, I guess," he conceded, dipping his toes in the chilly water to scoop up another pitiful fish. Ears flicking as the other cat announced a coming end to their hunting trip, the tom seemed to perk up. He became intently focused on the surface of the water, his posture stiffening as he made the choice to put all his energy into ending this torture. If only he worked so hard when first starting out, he might be more effective in his duties.
A silence fell over them as he stared down into the water, his tail tip flicking in concentration. A small fish came just into his reach, and he slowly reached out his paw toward it. Waiting for the perfect time, the tom snapped his paw into the water in an attempt to catch the fish. He managed to get it out of the water, but with a plink it dropped right back in, swimming out of reach before he could even attempt to recover it. Mouth dropping open in horror, eyes widening, Piedwren smacked his paw down onto the gravel beneath him, internally melting down in response to his failure. "Aah, fins!" he spat, tail lashing behind him.
Lavendermoon
riverclan | warrior
Lavendermoon cursed under their breath as another fish slipped from their claws from their startled movement. A silence had fallen over the pair of RiverClan fishers for some time, giving Laven a chance to fall into intense concentration. However, their companions complaining and whining had jolted them back to the present.
"Piedwren," their voice was a soft growl of frustration, "fishing requires silence and concentration." They turned to the Warrior with a grumpy frown. "If the fish have hidden its because you keep talking!"
Her tail lashed out behind her, picking up bits of sand and tossing them a few millimeters away. They had managed to catch a couple of bigger fish and a few small ones, and although Piedwren's complaining had cost her a nice snack, he had a point.
Huffing out a sigh, she turned back to the water and stared into the icy banks. Despite her patrol partners' complaining, it was actually rather warm for an early winter morning. With her thick coat of fluffed up fur, Lavender felt fine against the chilly breeze that carried cold from the river waters. Piedwren was ShadowClan, though, she had to remind herself. His coat didn't have the protective oils and extra layer of fur to keep the water and cold out.
Groaning, she snatched up one of the small fish she'd caught and, keeping it tight against her claws, dangled it just below the waters' surface. Maybe she could lure a bigger fish out with its smaller prey.
"If we catch at least one more big fish each, we can return to camp." Lavender uncurled their fluffy tail from their body and inched it closer to the cold tom-cat. While the hard working Lavendermoon wasn't a big fan of her lazy counterpart, she could still at least feel sympathy for the cat. She was stuck with his griping either way, maybe a bit of extra warmth from her fur would shut him up.