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  • #2183
    Jetstream
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    It was a beautiful night. The moon was full and round, silverpelt glistened strongly, and not a cloud marred the midnight blue sky. Wisteriaflower felt peaceful and relaxed. She enjoyed going out at night, when the activity of Clans was null and there was not a worry to hold her down. Cats and prey alike returned to their dens after the sun vanished behind the treetops and the darkness of nightfall fell upon them, but the RiverClan deputy had taken lately to getting time to herself after the duties of the day had been finished and afterwords she would return to her nest and sleep. 

    Tonight, however, she was not alone. The calico feline was joined by her mate, Brightfoot, for an evening stroll. She had asked him to go night fishing with her and she felt nothing but joy and admiration for the tom by her side as they took an even pace together to the fishing stones. The tide was even and strong tonight, but not necessarily undisturbed, for several silvery scales reflected the night’s moonlight as they swam before the surface without an idea that they may soon be hunted. It seemed nothing short of peaceful and quiet. 

    #2186
    newtwhisker
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    Under the dim light of the round moon, a pair of felines padded gently beneath its beams. It was a peaceful walk, they were not in any hurry to reach their destination; the two could take all night if they so desired. While it wasn’t exactly necessary to stock the freshkill pile at this late hour, Brightfoot and his mate quite fancied a late, romantic hunt. However, he supposed if someone was interested in a midnight snack, they’d be in luck this night.

    As they approached the powerful river, his flame-coloured ears perked as the sound reached them. He felt a tingle of excitement in his toes; hunting was always a thrill for the large tom. The stones that the clan used for hunting were soon in sight, and Brightfoot’s emerald eyes gleaming in anticipation as they danced in between the school of fish who swam unknowingly around the rocks. “She-cats first,” he spoke smoothly, careful to keep his voice to a low volume as not to scare the slippery creatures. Brightfoot’s body gently brushed against his mates, beckoning her forth onto the stones.

    #2189
    Jetstream
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    Wisteriaflower’s whiskers twitched in amusement as her mate motioned for her to go ahead of him. He had always been a gentle and considerate tom and it was one of the things she found most charming in him. She paused for a moment to enjoy the brushing of their fur and she brushed her muzzle against his before she chose to leap onto the stepping stones with swift and sure pawsteps. “It’s beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” She murmured, flashing her mate a playful look, ember eyes gleaming before she took a hunter’s crouch above the surface, remembering to stay careful not to let her shadow hover over the waters, even if the moonlight wasn’t the strongest. 

    The fish seemed almost as lazy as any other creature this late at night, she noted as she watched them swim to and fro at perhaps the slowest pace she had ever seen a fish lull. The calico she-cat decided to wait for a few heartbeats, watching them swim by for a moment before she struck out a paw and hooked a smaller bass from the water, spraying both herself and her mate with drops of water as she pulled the fish to the stone she waited on. Wisteriaflower finished it quickly with a killing bite and then gave her thick fur a shake to dispel the water from her pelt.

    #2192
    newtwhisker
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    “It is,” Brightfoot agreed, watching the calico feline gracefully leap onto the flat stones, “Nearly as beautiful as you.” As his mate settled into her hunters crouch, his legs bent and soon his massive body was in the air briefly and then onto the rock beside her. He assumed the crouch immediately, also knowing to prevent his shadow from crossing the water. His eyes flicked across the steady stream, taking note of how many fish and their varying sizes.

    After analyzing the scaly animals, his gaze shifted to Wisteriaflower with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He enjoyed watching her hunt, she was elegant and rarely missed a catch. Once she found a target it was only a matter of seconds before the fish was successfully captured. As the water droplets splattered onto his pelt he gave his mate a playful flick with his tail. Truthfully, he didn’t mind at all, the water was a nice refreshment on his fur. Soon after his eyes snapped back to the water, watching the fish return from their little scare, selecting a target in a matter of seconds. It was a plump fish, and just like the others it seemed to be lazily swimming against the current. His multi-coloured paw hovered above the stone for a moment before plunging into the water and snatching the fish clean out of the brisk liquid. He finished it off with a clean bite and gleefully looked at the fish that Wisteriaflower had caught. “Mine’s bigger,” he purred, nudging the fish beside each other to compare.

    #2193
    Jetstream
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    At her mate’s flattery and she blinked gratefully at him and a small purr rumbled in her throat. It didn’t matter to her how many seasons with his company had passed, or if they had kits together, she never would tire from receiving flattery or flirtation from Brightfoot. He owned her heart and that much remained evident to her the more time she spent with the flame-hued tom. She watched as he hooked a catch of his own, skillful as any warrior of RiverClan, if not even more. His abilities to his Clan never had been unnoticed by Wisteriaflower, even now as the two of them enjoyed a lazy hunt together. 

    That was, at least, until he had placed his catch beside hers and flashed her a friendly competitive look with his green eyes, claiming that his catch was bigger than hers. And it was, in fact a more impressive catch, but she wasn’t about to give him an easy satisfaction of beating her. Now, she was determined to beat him at his own game. This wasn’t a lazy midnight hunt anymore. 

    “We’ll see about that.” She challenged, turning her amber eyes back to the water’s surface. Her focus honed in solely on the lapping of the current, watching as fish by fish passed by her paws, none of which she was interested in catching. Any of them would have been suitable a moment ago but now she wanted to catch the biggest fish she could spot that swam by. Several heartbeat passed the two of them as they sat on the same stone and after a while, the calico feline began to worry that perhaps her mate had managed to snag the biggest catch on his first try. I wouldn’t put it past him, he is the best hunter in RiverClan, after all. She thought to herself inwardly with a chuckle. 

    Then, a flash of silver caught her eye, bigger and longer than the others she had seen thus-far and her claws shot out immediately, acting purely on instinct as she struck forth to claim her catch. With dismay, Wisteriaflower realized as she attempted to haul her prey out of the water, it was much too heavy and she brought both of her forepaws down onto it, hindclaws digging fiercely into the stone to try and keep herself above the water surface. “Brightfoot, h-help me out here.” She stammered out between gritted teeth. 

    #2194
    newtwhisker
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    Brightfoot’s whiskers twitched excitedly as he recognized her challenging tone and a large smile spread on his maw now. Wisteriaflower was just as competitive as he was, he knew he’d started something big now. He too looked towards the waters surface, scanning for a specimen who was larger then the one he’d already caught. The tom had certainly seen larger fish in the river before, but only on occasion and he doubted one would appear now. Several moments had passed and he found himself happily believing that he had caught the largest fish that occupied the river tonight. He opened his mouth to brag to his calico mate but found his it suddenly gaping as he too spotted the monster-sized fish that appeared.

    It was quite the fish, as he soon watched his mate nearly plummet into the water due to the sheer size and weight of the beast. While she did seem to appear in dismay, the tom couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement at the sight. However it only lasted a brief moment as soon after his jaws clamped around the back of the fish, effectively helping her haul it out of the river. His eyes flashed and gleamed with envy and pride at the same time, she had really outdone herself this time. It was a massive fish, quite possibly the largest that a feline had ever been able to capture. “Alright, alright,” he grinned, “I think you’ve won, but I take some credit, if I weren’t here it would have hauled you away!” Brightfoot mused, his gaze flicking to Wisteriaflower.

     

    #2195
    Jetstream
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    The calico feline let out an enormous and very exaggerated huff as Brightfoot helped her haul the giant catch onto the stone in which they perched, efficiently making their catch for the night. “Thank you,” she rasped out, glancing appreciatively up at her mate, twitching her whiskers in amusement as he flicked her with his tail. “Well of course half of this catch is yours. I certainly couldn’t do it alone.” 

    Wisteriaflower looked back down at her paws, the river trout was perhaps bigger than she was herself and it absolutely took up more space than the two cats could spare on the stepping stone. It would definitely be a good feed for the Clan elders, or perhaps even Rainstar should they decide that they wanted to enjoy a catch as big as this. Their Clan leader deserved something nice every once and a while, maybe they should present it to them personally when they returned to camp. 

    She didn’t see a need to necessarily fish anymore, after a catch this grand. In fact, she may even say it tired her out hauling that giant creature out of the water. The calico feline turned back to her mate once more. “What do you say we get these back to camp?”

    #2197
    newtwhisker
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    His emerald-shaded eyes drifted between the prey and Wisteriaflower’s amber gaze. It was certainly well worth it to adventure out here at this hour if not only for the time spent together, but also the easy fishing and abundance of prey. Brightfoot was particularly happy that she had asked him to accompany her on this night, he knew the role of deputy could be busy and stressful and he believed this certainly would relieve any pressures she may be feeling. While they were often able to spend time together this felt more special and private. He supposed the majority of the camp would be sleeping by now and felt quite filled with excited anticipation of seeing their faces when they see the massive fish that the pair caught when they awoke.

    “That sounds good,” he responded, “I’ll take the big one, don’t want you tripping on the way back to camp.” Brightfoot grinned at the small she-cat before clamping his jaws around the fish. It was quite heavy, but he didn’t show any signs of uncomfort as he lifted it up and leaped to shore. He waited for his mate to join him, proceeding to entwine his flame-hued tail with hers as they headed back to camp with their prize fish.

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