Startled by Lightning, Pelted by Rain (tagged)

[Babylonranger]

The leaf-fall air was brisk, and brought with it the scent of wet, dying leaves, even in Stormclan's pine forest. The white-and-black tom sniffed at the air and rolled his twinging shoulder. The bite from the silver rogue had healed, certainly better than the injury poor Silverpaw had received, but Lightningflame had noticed that it would ache now and again in the cold. Still, it was mostly ignorable, so the black-masked warrior padded off towards the river, intending to try his luck fishing while the water remained clear of ice.

The tom was alone to his knowledge. Maplepaw, his apprentice, was busy with her duties in camp, and his family were all occupied with their own activities. It had been a while since he'd gone on a lone hunt, he thought grinning. Considering he was a much better fighter than hunter, Lightningflame did not consider his chances at catching something successfully would be all that good. He was better at climbing than at hunting, for Starclan's sake.

Now having reached the river, the tom crept to the bank, eager to begin. He sat hunched over the flowing water, yellow eyes searching for movement right . . . there! A black paw darted out, snatching a fish that had swum too close. but as he swept his catch onto the sandy shore, Lightningflame over-compensated, and fell side-ways into the shallows with a spectacular splash.

Ooc: What shall these jokers get up to, Isilme?

[Isilme]

A lone silver cat could be easily found by the river, she had been there for a while now with no will to do anything else, her cousing had been murdered, how did anyone dare to kill a cat like Sheepflower? Her name had not been given by mistake or as a joke, the she cat had been delicated, gentle, innocent and... A sob came out of her yet again, how long could she keep doing this before one of her siblings or even her parents decided to come after her? The normally happy and jokesters warrior had never been so heart broken in her life, seeing Fallenstorm and Whitehawk suffering over their dead daughter had been the last drop, now she couldn't hold back anymore as emotions came nearly drowing her inside her own mind, the female just wanted to know WHY, why such a good cat had been killed so merciless? but no awnsers came, as always... Starclan had left her just as they had left ther others...

Babylonranger

[Babylonranger]

((Ooc: Not much joking then.))
Spluttering river-water out of his mouth, Lightingflame stiffly rose to his paws and stalked back onto the bank, shaking the excess water off as he went. This was why he preferred solo hunts. There was usually no cat around to poke fun at his mishaps. Although . . . .

The white-and-black tom pricked his ears, catching the sounds of sobs nearby. Concerned, he quickly located the fish he'd caught, still flopping feebly on the sand. Killing and burying it was only a moment's work, and he was soon headed towards the source of the crying. Fortunately, the distraught she-cat was on Stormclan's side of the river, though Lightingflame still approached the large silver warrior cautiously. "Hello," he said, his yellow eyes narrowed in sympathy. He was not going to ask if she was alright when she patently wasn't, but he felt he should say something else. "Is there anything I could help you with?" Hardly any better, mouse-brain, he thought with a wince.