Board Thread:CaveClan/@comment-26225074-20150525185734/@comment-26224926-20150527205000

Dawnpaw awoke from a dreamless sleep shortly after Stonefeather's warmth left their clay nest. She stood up slowly and stretched, letting out a shaky meow as she did so, and made her way a little bit further down the stream than the gray tabby tom was. She was hungry, too, and didn't want to distract Stonefeather if he really was about to catch a fish, so she wanted to hunt for herself.

The water was really murky, but not as bad as it had been the previous day, making Dawnpaw feel a bit relieved. Dirty water was hard for many fish to live in and it was good that the current seemed to have settled it for the most part. That being said, she still had problems seeing any fish in the water, especially since it was a cloudy day. The sun made it a whole lot easier to see glints of their scales.

Just when she was about to give up, she saw a swish of a tail and struck her paw out haphazardly. She made contact with the critter, but her claws were only partially unsheathed, so she didn't catch it.

Dawnpaw felt tingly from her toes to her tail-tip. The fish were still alive, and they were even in this little stream! Knowing that she had spoiled that particular fishing location, she moved further down the stream and began to hunt in full-force, catching a few minnows in the shallows. She picked them up by their tails and padded back over to Stonefeather with an extra spring in her step, eager to see if he had met the same success as she had.