Thread:DewSpectrum11/@comment-31448721-20190115180108/@comment-33921951-20190115185129

hi hi read this please

“What?! How are we meant to do that?!” Lionstrike shrieked. “We’re already sitting on this thing-“ he tapped the raft with his paw, “and we’re floating in the middle of the ocean! Now, fishing? Are you trying to turn us into TidalClan, or something?!”

Dewstar flicked her ears and shot Lionstrike a silencing glare.

“Lionstrike, as you just said, we’re in the middle of the ocean. We have no choice but to learn to hunt fish.”

Lionstrike flicked his long ears and his Dewstar thought she saw him narrowing his amber eyes. She thought for an instant that he was rising to a challenge, but then she pushed the thought away. ''That’s mouse-brained. Why would he challenge his own leader on an open raft such as this one?'' She thought.

Dewstar blinked. Anxious eyes of the clan cats burned into her pelt, pressuring her. But she was leader- she had to get used to pressure, whether she liked it or not.

“As I explained before,” Dewstar started, “We will use the fish to attract seagulls flying by. Then we pounce on them and we’ll kill them. I know putting your head in this salty water may seem uncomfortable, but it’s our only choice.”

The clan murmured anxiously, but Dewstar silenced them with another yowl. “We have MirageClan on our side. They will guide us to the fish. Clan dismissed!” she yelled.

Dewstar slumped her light brown tabby shoulders, blinking slowly. She felt hope returning to her body as she saw a few young apprentices eagerly practising the fishing tactic on the sides of the raft, water dripping down their faces as they drew back, slippery fish dangling from their muzzles. Dewstar jumped as she heard a splash behind her, and she saw Lionstrike- the tom who had disagreed with her- trying to desperately scoop up fish with his front paws. Dewstar approached him rather cautiously.

“I said dive, not scoop.” She firmly mewed.

The fur on Lionstrike’s shoulders rose for a second and he turned around, expecting it to be an enemy. When he saw Dewstar, though, the hostility faded from his amber eyes and he relaxed his shoulder fur.

“Oh, dive?” Lionstrike asked quite convincingly.

“Yes, dive,” Dewstar repeated.

Lionstrike looked at her uneasily, then turned back to the rippling ocean and closed his eyes. He reluctantly brought his head closer to the water, his tail twitching. Soon, Dewstar could only see a golden tabby body and a tail- no head in sight. Just a split-second later, Lionstrike’s head pulled out, water cascading down his face. A slippery fish was cramped in his jaws, and his eyes were open. He spat out the fish onto the wood in front of Dewstar.

“Well?” Lionstrike meowed, clearly hoping for a positive judgement.

Dewstar looked at the fish- it was rather plump, and it was still flopping slightly. After a few moments, it stopped squirming- it was clearly dead.

“Not bad,” Dewstar mewed.

Lionstrike blinked at her, half disappointedly, half gratefully.

im not done but this is what i spent my whole life doing :)