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Icefeather of RiverClan

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Petite, gray paws padding out of the shadows, onto the bank of a small stream. The paws belonged to a tiny she-cat that goes by the name of Icefeather. Her pretty, gray tabby face looked into the water and purred softly. She saw that there were many shadows were swimming inside the water. Good hunting day, she thought in her head. The she-cat sat along side the water, making sure not to get her shadow in the water, and waited, paws ready. She saw the chance, and like a bullet, dipped her gray paw into the water, and scooped up a medium sized fish. Icefeather continued this pattern until she had four good sized fish next to her.

Icefeather looked around and saw a plump water vole on the banks of the water. She crouched, and began to slowly inch her way up to the rodent until she was a tail length away. Then, she bolted, and grabbed the frightened prey and swiftly made a clean bite to the throat. The she-cat proudly walked it over to the rest of her pile, and knew that she was good for the day. Icefeather then turned around, knowing that someone was watching her. Her bright green eyes pierced the shadows, wondering who was watching her.

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[atrb=background,http://i874.photobucket.com/albums/ab303/ink-eh/midbee.png] It wasn't like he was really watching the she-cat in front of him. He was merely remembering training as a regular apprentice and wondered what life would have been like if he continued on that path. The pride of catching his first fish and bringing it back to the camp, flooded his mind. His brother, Finchpaw, had said he'd catch a bigger fish next time and show it to Beewhisper. Littlepaw, now Littleflower, had been proud of her brother, just like his Warrior mentor. The memory stung a little but not as much as it used to. It had been quite awhile since that day happened and the brown tom was getting used to the flood of memories that every little thing brought to him. Though, it happened less often than it used to. Beewhisper was taking care of a few herbs that were still growing. They were hidden under a small bush where the sun could barely get to them and water was almost not there. The tom had brought over a moss ball filled with water and watered the little plant. Marigold. It was a very useful herb and Beewhisper liked having extras of everything. Even though he had enough in stock to last, he always wanted more. But his attention was taken away by Icefeather. She was pretty she-cat, Beewhisper would admit, but she could be annoyingly happy at times. Sometimes the tom would avoid her just to not get an earful of happiness. Still, Beewhisper admired her loyalty and wouldn't doubt it for a moment. He moved out of the shadows and into Icefeather's view. "Hello, Icefeather." He mewed to the she-cat. "Great hunting day I see." His eyes moved toward her prey pile and wondered how she would carry everything back. He was going to offer to help but held his tongue. He had a few more spots to check before he was willing to go back to camp. He didn't want to have to go back to camp than back out again. Though, if the she-cat asked, how could he refuse? Words: 345 Comments: no need to match my word count. XD I just like to strive for 300+ words.

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