Fun in the Sun! [RussetAshFam!] INACTIVE Jun 20, 2019 23:22:56 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Jun 20, 2019 23:22:56 GMT -5
Hope when you take that jump
Dun dun… Dunn dunnn… Dunnnn dunnnn...
It was a silly little tune he hummed in his head as he paddled stealthily to the little woven nest lolling gently in the camp stream. Little kitten claws were gripping excitedly, squeals of joy music to the new father’s ears as they sensed the ‘danger’ approaching. Russethawk had to remind himself not to smile underwater - quickest way to ruin the hold-your-breath technique he had perfected for just such an occasion.
”I see it! There’s the pike!” Sablekit yowled, the reed nest wobbling but holding steady despite four kits all scampering and pawing all over it. Russethawk, with just his eyes, ears and an island of ruddy back fur showing above the water, slunk nice and close, belly brushing the stream bottom. He lifted his muzzle above the surface, spraying his hapless prey with a mouthful of water. ”Mmmmm, I smell dinner. Four tasty little minnows!”
Russethawk threw back his head and laughed like a villain from one of the elders' stories. "Muwahahaha!" Sablekit nearly toppled into the water trying to swipe at him. ”We’re not dinner, YOU’RE dinner! I’ll bop you so hard your fins’ll fall off!” Sablekit chirped, puffing his chest out and trying to keep his balance on the nest’s edge.
Russethawk grinned, and made to ‘bite’ Sablekit’s paws. ”You’re the first one I’ll eat!”
Rosekit squealed, teal-blue eyes as wide as bumblebees, her fur fluffed out as she tried to keep Sablekit on the nest, his tail clamped between her teeth. ”We haftoo sahv Sahblekiht!”
Sablekit, to his credit, writhed and hissed and made clumsy swipes at Russethawk’s face, while the ‘pike’ dodged and chortled, whiskers heavy with fat droplets of stream water.
”Splash him,” called Ashflight from dry land, and Russethawk could detect the mirth in her voice. ”That’ll scare off that nasty pike.”
Sablekit shook out his wet pelt, grinning. ”Did you hear that? Mom wants us to throw Splash at him!” The runt of the litter yanked his tail out of Rosekit's grasp and turned upon his brother, a mischievous expression clear as the camp’s stream.
You don't fear the fall
RainClan || 75 Moons || Tom
Greenleaf Day 5: The day is hot with little to no clouds in the sky and a dry breeze that does little to ease the once more growing heat.