Post by Gemini on May 7, 2022 19:52:42 GMT -5
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1,066 words
Life is like water
If you block one sideit takes other turns to continue its journey
So don't stop your journey due to one failure
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It was another day for Koisplash, as she hadn't reminisced extensively on the circumstances due to the Earthquake. The mademoiselle hadn't been affected like most as she hadn't lost anyone special, nor would she allow the Quake to affect her. Sure, it was a drastic change, but Koisplash reminded herself that everything would eventually fall back into place and become additionally uncomplicated to MistClan and the additional clans, not that she cared. Koisplash's insensitivity to the other clans was reasonably comprehended, as she didn't thoroughly suppress her sentiments. Though she wouldn't desire to witness anyone drastically suffer, she had an unduly immense heart to monitor the other two wither if complications arose. The pulchritudinous calico she-cat found herself voyaging toward the camp exit, withdrawing from the overcrowded camp, considering the merging of clans. It wasn't quite crowded; she hadn't acclimated to this new lifestyle yet, so that's how she interpreted it. Fortunately, she was willing to adjust and make new friends with the NightClanners, as problematic as it is to waver her views. Koisplash never expected this disastrous situation, though she wouldn't allow it to deter her mentality, no matter what transpired henceforth in her life's journey.
She momentarily glimpsed over her shoulder, exiting camp, hoping not a single individual would follow her out. Though, if someone decided to, she'd be willing to converse. Despite her sociable demeanor, Koisplash didn't have any dedicated companions. She was associated with just about everyone and jovial toward those she communicated with. The molly desired a couple of moments to accumulate her introspections and wind down. Perhaps fishing would relieve the she-cat's beliefs on this new aura. Two distinctive blue-green visionaries could remind those who scrutinize them of the lightest areas of the ocean. The emotion in her visage was fathoms deep, yet they harbored the warmth and vitality of a sunlit surface. They had a thousand hues of green, with a slight pigment of cerulean radiating in softly swooping arcs. The damsel possessed the most hypnotic countenance; her eyes were a fire in water if an individual could visualize such a thing. They were a passion in ice. Typically with first impressions, it's transparent she'd be a friend for life, never dominating nor submitting, but a companion who traipses voluntarily alongside. And that she was and more. There were days she observed with such adoration and mischievousness those viridescent eyes became butterfly wings.
As she absentmindedly ascended, the youthful molly discovered herself in the depths of the Willowroot Labyrinth. Koisplash refocused her steps with caution, crossing atop of the water where enormous, stout willow roots intertwined overtop the river's surface. There were areas where no roots layered over the water—feeling as though she could lower her solar plexus close to the thick roots, enabling her to extend her elongated appendages downward to break the water's surface. She anticipated gathering a few fish and hopefully a land mammal before returning to the Campsite. Perhaps she should've brought an individual or two along to assist in carrying back prey. Koisplash would return without at least one fish, a large one, wasn't frequently. The roots of the trees cast a shadow over the water's exterior, followed by the daylight glares pulsating down, causing a vast reflection. A scowl crossed Koisplash's countenance, despising the luminosity provided by the sun at the moment. The bachelorette inhaled softly, releasing a silent exhale as she peeked her crania through the roots, voiding the sun negligibly from her vision beneath the surface. A diminutive simper crossed her facade as she noticed a few pikes schooling in a deep waterhole of the river underneath roots.
Koisplash's visionaries scrutinized the movement and flow of the fish under her, maintaining a vigilant gaze upon each fish she'd seen. This technique of standing over the roots would merely diminish the possibility of her shadow casting overhead. Koisplash plowed her paws into the transparent liquid below, claws unsheathed in one fluent, quick motion. The pike she was after was a decent-sized fish, requiring both frontal paws for the task. The damsel created a J-like shape as soon as her digits shattered the surface. Her brisk claws captured the pike's scales, cutting deep with her fatally sharp talons. As soon as she felt the fish's skin lacerate within her forepaws, she used her hindquarters to heave herself back onto the roots. The mademoiselle shifted her weight backward, tossing the fish over her shoulders onto nearby land. The warrior's presence alone was enough to stress the pike, inducing the fish to grow frailer with every jump. Koisplash quickly pivoted backward, lunging toward the flopping fish as she slammed her weight into the fish's head and tail, halting it from going anywhere. With a smirk, she pressed down more, lowering her crania to the pike's gills, sinking her denticulations into them, the taste of sanguine fluid seeping into her mandibles. The fish's flail ceased altogether, feeling as the physique became lethargic and, soon enough, lifeless.
Moments later, the aroma of a rodent lingered in the air, identifying the mammal as a rabbit. Koisplash felt sheepish when hunting land animals, as it wasn't so much a specialty. Koisplash was one of the warriors who rarely brought back land prey, often seen with fish, crayfish, or anything one might find in the water. She quickly lowered her physique toward the terra firma, silently taking light steps toward the aroma. Within moments, the rabbit peered through some shrubbery, contacting Koisplash. Immediately, the rodent shifted direction, dashing elsewhere, and Koisplash was off. The diminutive yet brawny calico sprinted after the rabbit, nearly catching up to its little rabbit tuft located upon its rear. The damsel attempted to lunge, which led to failure as the rabbit shifted again, sending Koisplash forward as she staggered. Losing her grasp on the ground, she tried to scurry to her paws to regain footing but tumbled into a tree's stump. "How embarrassing. Rabbits are the worst. How come I can catch fish, but I can't get a grip on land-hunting?" Koisplash inquired, though she was quickly taken aback by the aroma of someone else. Someone was here. Who? Koisplash narrowed her beauteous visionaries, gazing in the direction of the individual. From the scent, it appeared to be a clanmate, fortunately. "Who's there? Show yourself, please." She stated, vocalizations somewhat stern. She was ashamed of how she handled the situation and irritated by her mistakes.
She momentarily glimpsed over her shoulder, exiting camp, hoping not a single individual would follow her out. Though, if someone decided to, she'd be willing to converse. Despite her sociable demeanor, Koisplash didn't have any dedicated companions. She was associated with just about everyone and jovial toward those she communicated with. The molly desired a couple of moments to accumulate her introspections and wind down. Perhaps fishing would relieve the she-cat's beliefs on this new aura. Two distinctive blue-green visionaries could remind those who scrutinize them of the lightest areas of the ocean. The emotion in her visage was fathoms deep, yet they harbored the warmth and vitality of a sunlit surface. They had a thousand hues of green, with a slight pigment of cerulean radiating in softly swooping arcs. The damsel possessed the most hypnotic countenance; her eyes were a fire in water if an individual could visualize such a thing. They were a passion in ice. Typically with first impressions, it's transparent she'd be a friend for life, never dominating nor submitting, but a companion who traipses voluntarily alongside. And that she was and more. There were days she observed with such adoration and mischievousness those viridescent eyes became butterfly wings.
As she absentmindedly ascended, the youthful molly discovered herself in the depths of the Willowroot Labyrinth. Koisplash refocused her steps with caution, crossing atop of the water where enormous, stout willow roots intertwined overtop the river's surface. There were areas where no roots layered over the water—feeling as though she could lower her solar plexus close to the thick roots, enabling her to extend her elongated appendages downward to break the water's surface. She anticipated gathering a few fish and hopefully a land mammal before returning to the Campsite. Perhaps she should've brought an individual or two along to assist in carrying back prey. Koisplash would return without at least one fish, a large one, wasn't frequently. The roots of the trees cast a shadow over the water's exterior, followed by the daylight glares pulsating down, causing a vast reflection. A scowl crossed Koisplash's countenance, despising the luminosity provided by the sun at the moment. The bachelorette inhaled softly, releasing a silent exhale as she peeked her crania through the roots, voiding the sun negligibly from her vision beneath the surface. A diminutive simper crossed her facade as she noticed a few pikes schooling in a deep waterhole of the river underneath roots.
Koisplash's visionaries scrutinized the movement and flow of the fish under her, maintaining a vigilant gaze upon each fish she'd seen. This technique of standing over the roots would merely diminish the possibility of her shadow casting overhead. Koisplash plowed her paws into the transparent liquid below, claws unsheathed in one fluent, quick motion. The pike she was after was a decent-sized fish, requiring both frontal paws for the task. The damsel created a J-like shape as soon as her digits shattered the surface. Her brisk claws captured the pike's scales, cutting deep with her fatally sharp talons. As soon as she felt the fish's skin lacerate within her forepaws, she used her hindquarters to heave herself back onto the roots. The mademoiselle shifted her weight backward, tossing the fish over her shoulders onto nearby land. The warrior's presence alone was enough to stress the pike, inducing the fish to grow frailer with every jump. Koisplash quickly pivoted backward, lunging toward the flopping fish as she slammed her weight into the fish's head and tail, halting it from going anywhere. With a smirk, she pressed down more, lowering her crania to the pike's gills, sinking her denticulations into them, the taste of sanguine fluid seeping into her mandibles. The fish's flail ceased altogether, feeling as the physique became lethargic and, soon enough, lifeless.
Moments later, the aroma of a rodent lingered in the air, identifying the mammal as a rabbit. Koisplash felt sheepish when hunting land animals, as it wasn't so much a specialty. Koisplash was one of the warriors who rarely brought back land prey, often seen with fish, crayfish, or anything one might find in the water. She quickly lowered her physique toward the terra firma, silently taking light steps toward the aroma. Within moments, the rabbit peered through some shrubbery, contacting Koisplash. Immediately, the rodent shifted direction, dashing elsewhere, and Koisplash was off. The diminutive yet brawny calico sprinted after the rabbit, nearly catching up to its little rabbit tuft located upon its rear. The damsel attempted to lunge, which led to failure as the rabbit shifted again, sending Koisplash forward as she staggered. Losing her grasp on the ground, she tried to scurry to her paws to regain footing but tumbled into a tree's stump. "How embarrassing. Rabbits are the worst. How come I can catch fish, but I can't get a grip on land-hunting?" Koisplash inquired, though she was quickly taken aback by the aroma of someone else. Someone was here. Who? Koisplash narrowed her beauteous visionaries, gazing in the direction of the individual. From the scent, it appeared to be a clanmate, fortunately. "Who's there? Show yourself, please." She stated, vocalizations somewhat stern. She was ashamed of how she handled the situation and irritated by her mistakes.
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