Sleetswan's forest green eyes glared with a glistening frustration as he glowered at the frozen over rapids. He stood beside the iced over water alongside his brother Harpyscreech. He lashed his tail and grumbled a few choice words underneath his breath about their current dilemma.
He turned his gaze from the frozen water to his brother, "We need to figure out how to break this ice safely, if we want any fish for our bellies." His belly growled loudly in agreement, and he groaned as he tentatively reaches out a paw and tests the sturdiness of the ice, it was thick and tough, it seemed as though it would take some thinking to crack this ice open.
He stared down at the frozen fish below the ice, "Couldn't be so easy, could it?"
Harpyscreech had been broody since the day he stepped out of the nursery and was hit in the face by a dangerously large snowball. Of course, it hadn't injured him, yet Swanpath had always said that before that day, Harpykit was as joyful and excited as his siblings. Of course, that was quite a few seasons ago, and the once fragile kit now stood at the edge of the river, broad shoulders squared efficiently enough to hide his shadow from his prey, a warrior.
Yet he battled this ideology within the recesses of his mind quite often, wondering what it truly was to be a warrior of RiverClan, and would he ever be one? Harpyscreech had felt bad since he accidentally killed that ThunderClan apprentice. It hadn't been his fault, and although the guilt gnawed at him hungrily from the inside, the brown and white tabby couldn't seem to accept the incident.
This hadn't made him timid though, rather distant and confused. His green eyes no longer shone with clarity and confidence, rather clouded with doubt and uneasiness, a queasy feeling permanently gripping his insides. His brother's words made his head snap slightly, and the chilly tomcat shrugged briefly, unsure of their next move. "Maybe we just... throw a rock?" he suggested lamely, tail tip twitching behind him anxiously. "Or we could get Edgefrost and throw his fat ass in." Although the relationship between the brothers had always been good, the joke still felt more like an insult coming off of Harpyscreech's lips. His permanently anxious demeanor and poor outlook on life followed him around like a plague, though his family stuck by him through his fits... luckily.