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Light shimmered on the stream's surface, making it difficult to see its depths. But beyond the glimmering, little flickers of movement can be seen, with the occasional flash of silver. Minnows, darting about. A minnow couldn't even feed a kit, thought Batclaw scornfully as his eyes scanned the deepest stream in the territory for fish.

The sun was, for now, hidden behind some curiously pale gray clouds that may or may not start to rain upon him. So his shadow falling upon the water and startling the fish wasn't much of a problem. Yeah, not that there were any fish. Only minnows. He had not gone to the lake because too many of his clan-mates were already there, slapping the shallows of their fish and making far too much noise for a cat like Batclaw to fish in peace. So he had travelled to the streams, finding one of the more deeper ones and choosing that as his fishing spot. he'd had great hopes for this stream, but upon actually fishing in it, he learned there was nothing to fish, besides all the minnows and the occasional water snake.

Water snakes were capable of being eaten, right? Maybe he could snag one of those. But the real question was, was whether or not anyone would actually eat it. Well, he would eat it, he wasn't as picky and fine as some cats of his Clan were. And there were some nicely-sized ones around here somewhere, he was quite sure. Silent as a sleeping kit, Batclaw slinked along the banks of the stream, slitted copper eyes flicking from one place to another. And then, a flash of pale golden light. His paw flicked into the water towards it out of habit. What he flung up was squat and fat, if not a bit small. It was pale golden with some blue near the gills, and a wide, gaping mouth. Perch. It wasn't what he was looking for at the moment, which was snakes, but he decided it would have to do.

Killing the fish swiftly with a bite to its back to snap the spine, Batclaw set it a few tail-lengths from the bank and stepped into the stream himself. The hotness of newleaf's sun was already growing stronger, and his still leafbare-thick pelt made him overheat too easily. The cool water lapping at his fur changed all that, chilling him abruptly. Stepping out before he could freeze, he shook himself until his fur was spiky with wet, the snatched up his fish. He made towards the taller grasses in the direction of camp to bring it promptly to the freshkill pile before it began to stink or rot in the sunshine.

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Teal eyes scanned around silently as she stalked her prey. The sun was high on her pelt by now and she'd been stalking the squirrel since it was still darker outside. Tealtide had rarely gained the chance to hunt squirrels, she was tired of fish and voles and wanted real meet. She licked her lips as the squirrel bent over to dig up its hidden treasure and when it reached in, she pounced. With lightning fast speed she was on top of the creature and before it had a chance to see her, she bit its neck and it lay limp before her. What a ruckus she'd made! All for one squirrel she had managed to scare the rest of the prey in the forest away and announce her presence to everyone who was near.

The she-cat, however, didn't care who did and didn't see her. All the cats in her clan had forgotten who she was by now as they never saw her around camp anymore. She wondered if Oakstar had anything for her to do though. She hadn't been near the she-cat recently and it made her sad that she hadn't been properly paying her duties to her clan. Whatever needed to be done she'd do it as soon as she got back to camp, patrols or anything at all! She twitched her nose in slight defiance toward herself, why did she think so much?

She heard a slapping sound down wind, like something getting in the water. A vole? She couldn't tell because whatever it was had been down wind and she couldn't catch its scent. She wondered if it had caught her own. Figuring anything at this point was worth a shot, she crept along the grasses all the way to the stream where she saw a dark blue pelt turn around.

"Oh!" she thought aloud.

She stood up, her white paws were, by now, covered in mud and dirt, and her Maltese grey and white pelt seemed to weigh down on the thin frame. Her tail was held just above the dirt and her eyes had been pealed in an inquisitive glance.

"Hello!" she mewed out as cheerily as she could, but she wasn't a big fan of introductions and talking to other cats. She was more for being on her own right now and thinking.

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(Mind if I join in?)

Dewstream's muscles rippled across his silver fur, his eyes wide and full of hopes and dreams, fears and thoughts of the future. His pace was slowed, as he enjoyed the feeling of the lush grass which was soothing his paws. As he reached his favorite stream, the tom settle down, angled so that his shadow wouldn't be seen from the clear water.

The tom was tempted to dip his head down, and take a long drink from the stream, but the clan came first. The clan came first, no matter what. A flicker in the water had snapped his attention back to the gleaming surface, as he readied himself for the catch. It was a medium fish, not the most interesting fish, just a normal, what seemed to be silver fish. Still, it was food, and he didn't give a care in the world what his prey looked like.

Claws unsheathed, he readied his white, oval paw, curving it elegantly, his eyes narrowed, deep in concentration. The fish was a whisker-length away from where he wanted it to be, and in the blink of an eye, there was a flash of white, silver, the quite noise of something being dipped in water, and a fish was lying, unmoving next to the silver tabby tom. Smiling, he pushed it aside, and licked the frigid water off his white paw.

Looking to his left, Dewstream caught sight of two cats, who seemed to be..chatting? Meeting, maybe. Picking up his fish in his jaws, he began to slowly making his way toward the two, his eyes shining brightly, the only sound he could hear was the bubbling of the stream, the whisper of the wind, his paws thrumming the wet grass underfoot, and of course, the quiet 'Hello!' of the one who had begun talking.

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Batclaw bristled in surprise as he whipped around to a cheery and startling, "Hello!"

The blue-gray tom recognized the scent to be of his own Clan, but he couldn't place a name to the she-cat's face as he started at her. But the bluish, teal eyes gave it away. "Tealtide," he greeted simply, acknowledging the she-cat with her name and a slight flick of his tail. As his parted jaws drew in air past his scent glands, he detected squirrel blood. "Squirrel? We're not ThunderClan cats." he stated in his usual quiet and disdainful tone, as he sat down and drew his tail over his paws.

Batclaw's ears twitched and swivelled toward the unhurried pawsteps of another feline, just as another cat, once again from RiverClan, came bounding up. This one had a matching fish in his jaws, except it was scaled with silver and white, colorless compared to Batclaw's pale golden sun perch. This cat he recognized more quickly than he had Tealtide, as he hadn't seen Tealtide around much at all, and Batclaw greeted Dewstream in the same way he had Tealtide. "Dewstream,"

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And he had thought this place would be the quiet fishing spot he'd been practically begging his warrior ancestors for. Was he going to have the whole of RiverClan down here? Great StarClan!

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