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Post by Heather on Apr 7, 2012 14:54:48 GMT -5
Heatherpaw looked around, bored. She felt like going for a swim, but not in something too deep. Or not the kits pond, too shallow. She sighed, then saw the perfect place, right there on the edge of camp The water looked clean, clear, and not to deep, yet not too shallow. Her blue eyes sparkled as she ran over. She dove in, feeling its refreshing feel. "Now this is perfect. Well, almost perfect."she thought. All she needed was some other cats to have fun with.
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Post by angel on Apr 7, 2012 16:34:22 GMT -5
Lilypool had spent the morning fishing and doing border patrols. She had the rest of the day to relax now. She padded out of camp and slowly emerged herself into the river. The water felt nice against her pelt. She swam slowly not paying attention to anything until she hear a splashing nearby. Turning she swam towards the area that the apprentices usually played. Reaching the area she spotted Heatherpaw. Lifting a paw out of the water she waved. "Hey Heatherpaw why don't you come into the deeper water it's a bit cooler and feels nice against the fur."
Most apprentices didn't like the deep end for they still where not confident swimmers yet. Lilypool didn't mind teaching her. She had nothing else to do. And teaching an apprentice or two how to swim better sounded like fun.
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Post by Heather on Apr 7, 2012 17:20:37 GMT -5
"Okay, Lilypool."Heatherpaw said, then blinked. She felt a bit nervous, yet alive and happy. She waded out of the pond , and walked over to the bank of Lilypool's. She closed her heather-colored eyes and took a deep breath. She dove in, trying her best not to splash the warrior. "Wow, Lilypool was right! This is nice.."she thought happily. Then, she snagged her claw on something, and winced. "Um, Lilypool, I snagged my claw on something, can you please help?"she asked, embarrassed.
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Post by Breezy-Chan on Apr 7, 2012 18:12:02 GMT -5
Whitepaw a silver tabby with gray tabby stripes came back to camp with two mice in her jaws. She looked with her one good eye and saw that one of the apprentices was swimming. Whitepaw would love to swim, but with only one good eye. She was afraid of going under and never coming back up. It scared her to death and so she slowly made her way past the two. Whitepaw dropped off the two mice in the fresh kill pale. It had been a hard hunt and she almost lost both mice. But luckily she was able to catch both and sadly she lost a third who could have fed one of RiverClans warriors or apprentices. It always made Whitepaw mad that she couldn’t hunt as good as the others and yet she was a good fighter. Whitepaw hadn’t been the best hunter to start with and yet it still bothered her. She went to walk back out to hunt for more and had to pass the two swimmers again.
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Post by angel on Apr 7, 2012 18:49:47 GMT -5
Lilypool was a very good swimmer. So when Heatherpaw joined her she watched how the paw paddled. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Whitepaw padding into camp. "Good job Heatherpaw. Now you want to have strong even strokes. Don't worry about sinking I'll get you out if you start having trouble swimming." On Whitepaw's return she looked at her. "Whitepaw come in I want to teach you how to swim you need to learn eventually might as well be now."
OOC: We need an order and once posted lets stay in it.
Heather
Angel
Breezey
Please do not post out of order. Please wait for the other person to post before you post again.
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Post by Breezy-Chan on Apr 7, 2012 19:09:37 GMT -5
The silver tabby looked at Lilypool with fear in her one good eye. Whitepaw feared sinking since the battle which she lost her eye in. Whitepaw never wanted to die too early and relearning to swim might be the one thing that dose her in. She looked at Lilypool and knew the older she-cat was right about learning to swim. She was 13 moons old and has yet to be taught how to learn to swim again. Whitepaw looked at the woods with sad eyes “I’m going to hunt.” She said with sad eyes. Whitepaw wanted to learn again and yet she was scared to relearn how to swim. Before she had gotten her scarred face, Whitepaw knew how to swim and she had loved it so much. During most of her free time, Whitepaw was always found swimming or sitting near the stream to catch fish. Now she was always catching pray on land now. Whitepaw looked at how much fun it was and still looked away to the ground out of fear. Closing her one bright eye everything turned dark with her pale eye open.
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