Hunting SoloRapidpaw skirted the edge of the river bank. The waters surged around his paws, higher than they had been the day before. Rain drops pattered on the water’s edge, soft and gentle, but never ending. His claws scrapped the slick stones as he worked his way up the bank and away from the water. Damp reeds folded around him, rubbing his belly fur and wetting it with rain water. His ears swiveled about, listening for tiny footsteps among the falling rain. His sightless eyes blinked into the reeds, one foot padding in front of the other. He scented the air but the rain muffled the smells. His paws sunk into mud with a soft squishing sound. The river clan apprentice worked his way through the reeds, coming out the other side onto firmer ground. Willow trees swayed in the gentle breeze, guarding the ground from some of the rain.
The tom paused, shifting on his paws as he listened impatiently for the sounds of prey. Rapidpaw frowned to himself scenting the air and still finding nothi
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Rapidpaw snuggled deeper into his nest, covering his nose with his tail tip. He could hear the rain pattering outside the apprentice den. The sun was up, thin rays of light peeked through the dark grey clouds he could hear the warriors waking up, and most of his den mates had already left for training. The young Tom refused to get up. He wasn't a morning cat, he hadn't slept well, and he didn't particularly like training. Rapidpaw folded his ears back, trying to silence the noise of the waking clan, finding comfort in the familiar darkness.
His bright blue eyes fluttered half lidded, sightlessly looking up at the roof of the den. He sighed with frustration, realizing he wasn't going to be getting anymore sleep until the cats outside quieted down. He thought perhaps if he waited long enough everyone would just forget about him and let the dark Tom sleep. He frowned to nothing in particular and went abo
Swimming practiceRain fell in distant waves, pausing briefly for a few minutes before picking up again with absent minded revenge. A young river clan tom cat rustled through the reeds, his paws sank into the soft mud, squishing uncomfortably between his toes as he descended to the river bank. He shook the rain drops from his whiskers with a shake of his head. He picked his way down to the river, his claws scratching against the slick stones as he used his tail to steady himself. He paused when the tom felt water lapping at his toes. The river swelled from the rain, grey and muddy from disturbed sediment at the bottom of the river. Rapidpaw listened to the sound of the water, ears angled outward for signs of disturbances in the water, like debris washed up from the shore line that may cause him difficulty later.
Rapidpaw waded into the river, the mud stuck to his paws loosened, swept away by the bulging current. Tiny pebbles shifted under his paws, kicking up dirt into water. He strode in up