Fishing [open] with Ottersplash

[sunpelt]

Ottersplash wasn't quite sure why he had wandered away from camp by himself. It made little sense even to himself since he was such a social cat, preferring company at all times than solitude.

But he was unable to find a warrior or apprentice who wasn't busy with some sort of chore, so he immediately felt guilty and decided he ought to do a little hunting to keep himself useful and occupied.

Immediately he was drawn to the river, where he knew the fish would be active near the surface on such a beautiful, sunny day. With his blood flowing and his spirit eager, he padded his way briskly along the edge of the water, searching for a nook where he could squat low enough to the banks of the water in order to swat at passing prey. Suddenly however came the sound of a splash, and the mottled brown tom tossed his head towards the water and bounded forward, hoping to find a school a fish that might be sturring up a ruckus.

There was only one fish, and it had already spotted the RiverClan deputy and had receded lower towards to the bottom of the river. A little put-out, Ottersplash sat on his rump and flicked a fly off of his ear, suddenly unsure of his decision to fish.

[Dawnstep]

With her ginger-splotched tail kinked up high above her back, Bloomleaf entered the fishing grounds with a little jazz in her long strides. "Hello!" she tossed in a friendly manner towards the mottled brown tom, who was squatting along the riverline. The she-cat warrior brightened at the thought of a nice, juicy trout. "Fishing, huh? The showers from last night should make the waters a little more swollen, making fishing easier." It was said in a matter-of-factly sort of way that really didn't fit Bloomleaf, as she seated herself directly beside the social tom.

[VANESSA]

Ottersplash brightened at his new acquaintance. "FIshing for tasty fish, yup!" He said, rather loudly. The mottled brown tom leaned forwards, towards the lake. His blue eyes scanned the equally blue river for any signs of flashing silver. "Actually, I don't see any difference. They still put up a formidable fight." He purred as well, his brushy tail flicking in contentment. Then, in the corner of his right beryl eye, gleamed a body of speckled silver and black. A trout!
Ottersplash leaned towards the rippling surface, readying himself, before...
accidentally falling into the calm river. For several moments he bubbled furiously underneath the waves, before popping right back up like a spring daisy and waded back onto the marshy river bank. He foolishly turned to Dawnstep, hoping she would not tease him.