How Stupid

[The Breezeh]

A black she-cat sat as still as she could muster on a little boulder beside the river's pebbled shore. Her long tail waded partially into the river. Curl. Uncurl. Wait. Curl. Uncurl. Wait. Repeatedly this pattern droned. On and on. Spiritwhisper yawned. Sometimes she found this technique of fishing so boring. Maybe it was because her constantly curling tail kept scaring away fishes as soon as they came close enough to pounce. She sighed and pulled up her tail to start grooming it dry. It was soaked, but after some air got under it, it was dry. However quick this took, everything has it's consequences. Not Spiritwhisper's bottom half of the tail was frizzed, the fur sticking up in all directions. She paid no mind to this new hair-do and turned around to face the water, a paw outstretched towards the calm river below, ready to snatch a fish as soon as it came into her radar.

A medium sized fish soon came up. It's scales were dark brown, but they looked like a polished golden as the sun shown on them. For a moment, Spiritwhisper was dazzled. It really good look beautiful against the murky surroundings. Too soon, the fish was dead, however, and the spectacle was over. She broke the fishes spine by biting it's neck just in case. Now in the shadow the fish looked plain ugly. Well, she should have never expected the fish to be beautiful. She leaned again for a second fish staring intently at the water.

There was a noise behind the black she-cat. It's claws clicked on the stone and it's tail swished lazily. Though it was being sneaky. You could barely here it. Luckily, Spiritwhisper got distracted quite easily and heard it. She sniffed the air. It was a raccoon! Those stupid raccoons. They were always stealing their catches. Her green as flashed in anger as she spun around to face the masked bandit. She was clumbsy in the doing though. Spiritwhisper only got a short glimpse before she lost her footing and fell from the boulder backwards. She made a loud splash as she hit the water. She gasped as the river's cold water rushed her. Why did it have to be so cold out. Spiritwhisper looked up at the boulder with a scowl. The raccoon took it's leisure and started eating the fish at the edge of the boulder, nearest to her, looking down at Spiritwhisper with what she took to be a smirk.

[Burningwing]

At that same moment, a lithe tom was working his way down the shore. His paws lined up evenly as he crossed the frigid path marked down by infinite paw prints that molded it. His large, rounded ears and beige-orange pelt gave the impression that he was a petite cougar. His tail barely skimmed the ground as he journeyed on, the puffy black flag tip clearly jointed as it twitched back and forth. Cougarwhisper yawned lazily, curling his thin pink tongue over his sabre-like canines, though it was faded out from the constant droning of the river as it gurgled over pointed stones frosted with ice, and miniature rafts crashing over the rapids as they swirled crazily around. Only the edges of the river remained solid, though small, dried cattail adorned the otherwise blank looking slush. A few large trout flanked their way down the river, silvery tail fins flashing in the sunlight, sunken brown eyes wide and emotionless, scales smooth against their bodies, then they vanished beneath the waves.

A sudden sound echoed through his pricked ears. Directing the creamy tipped ears in a new direction, he caught an unnatural sound. Like the river was trying to pull itself in the reverse way. Surely it couldn't do that though? Peering down the bend into the murky water, a dark furred she-cat was bobbing near a small beach of pebbles. Her paws thrashed the water to keep a float, the source of the strange noise. Slipping along silently, he allowed the shadows to veil him as he approached. His paced quickened into a steady lope, and soon he was skimming along the icy path dangerously fast, that he would have sailed right past had his claws not skidded.

A muffled squeak met him. A rather large raccoon had itself perched on the edge of a small boulder, the base colour of its fur matching it. Its ringed tail had fuzzed up, and its dark beady eyes narrowed greedily. Claws clinking as it turned to face him, it lifted itself on its hind legs, whistling curiously. A half eaten fish lay beside it, a ugly, bloody mass of bones and scales. The tan tom twitched his whiskers in disgust. A loud growl built in his throat, and the raccoon paused before letting out a loud hiss, and made a snapping motion with its narrow snout towards Cougarwhisper. Out lashed a large paw. In seconds, the bandit was scampering up a tree, crying dramatically over the long gash the toms claws had left as blood welled in it. Licking his lips with satisfaction, he padded down the shore to Spiritwhisper. " I don't think you'll catch many raccoons trying to pretend your a fish." He purred, yellow eyes glistening from the light reflected on the water. In the tree, the coon let out one more angered squeal, before disappearing from the scene.

[The Breezeh]

Now this was embarrassing. Spiritwhisper would have been flushed a very dark red if it weren't for her ebony fur. Instead, her fur stood erect as her ears burned with heat. She struggled to climb out of the frigid water. She sighed in relief as her feet felt the hard pebbles underneath her pads. She was suddenly envious of the clan-born Riverclan cats who had long,thick coats to keep them warm. Spiritwhisper was left with a soft, fuzz like coat that didn't provide much warmth when in the river during leaf-fall; at the moment she was trembling with cold.

She looked at the tom in front of her. Again, how embarrassing. This really couldn't be happening. She wished the earth would swallow her right now or she could simply turn invisible and back up time. Of course, those occurrences would never happened no matter her hope. She would just have to be less clumsy and tear that raccoons throat out. She grunted as Cougarwhisper spoke,

I was hoping that it would come down here. Then I could drown the forsaken raccoon and that would be the end of it.

She wasn't about to tell this cat how she had ended up splashing around in the river like a Thunderclan kit. Instead she scowled as she tried to turn the situation into a joke,

No pun intended.