Look out Below! (open)

[Waffu-Waffu]

Lakesong

Plip plop! Plip plop! went the water that dripped off a small, thin tom as his webbed paws gripped the branches above the dome with skilled toes. His tall, pinkish fins were laid down to rest against his gray tabby back as he tried to balance his weight with his powerful tail. He was having difficulty with the task though; being so used to waddling as he pleased on the land had made Lakesong clumsy outside of the water. He now had to use all of his concentration just to get across the slippery branches, and his claws were so small that he barely had any grip on the algae covered branch. And for what? Some silly moss?

No, there was something more interesting residing in one of the crooks of the branches; A bees’ nest, a small one, but one that was probably packed to the brim with honey…One that would probably produce enough bees to harm a few kits if they weren’t careful. He had to have it; his supply was running low.

But, he had yet to figure out a way to knock it down without hurting anyone. He could easily knock it onto one of the large lily pads below and dive under for a minute until the bees went away, but those who were lounging outside comfortably might not appreciate a nest of angry bees being dropped on them.

He gently pawed at it, hoping that it was empty, but a few aggressive bugs came out and raced towards him. His expression barely faltered (his eyes only widened just a bit in surprise when one stung his nose) and he reared back on his back legs before losing his balance and tumbling down to the water a couple feet below.

A moment of silence passed as he recovered from the shock of hitting the cold water once again, the tom swished his tail and his head popped up above the water. A soft ‘tsk’ noise escaped his maw as he realized he hadn’t knocked it down yet and his face submerged itself under the water up to his green eyes so that only their bored gaze could be seen. He’d have to get up and try again. His tail propelled him along as he kept only his eyes and ears above water. The tom strongly resembled a shark, even with his large fin out of sight.

(Someone had to make the first post; I thought better sooner then later)

[FENRIS]

Lionstar

Padding along soggy march was no easy task for a cat, your paws were always getting stuck and sometimes you sunk down to your belly and had to either sit there and wait for help or push your way through until you found your footing. Though not too many RiverClan cats had to deal with this dilemma, the Leader Lionstar lived with his paws planted in the mud. In the whole sixty moons he had been alive the tom never learned how to swim and sunk like a rock whenever he tried, it was becoming harder to get around because of his age and he sometimes just couldn't pull himself out of the marsh. But he was a proud tom and didn't give up easily so he pushed until he physically couldn't anymore. This particular time he managed to hurt his paw but he assumed it was just a torn claw so he didn't seek the Medicine Cat immediately.

The golden tabby gazed out from his territory towards the vast jungle of ThunderClan, his honey eyes narrowing with distaste. Those tree-living cats were nothing but trouble and he was itching for them to be caught stealing from their waters. He'd show them the hard way not to mess with his Clan and to keep their smelly hides out of his territory. He knew both ThunderClan and WindClan were stealing fish because of how fat they still were over the especially brutal LeafBare they had this season which would have killed most of their prey or at least made them hide in their dens. The long fur on his back began to stand on end, oh how he wanted to have a Clan skirmish.

Finally Lionstar left his place and decided that he'd get his paw checked out in case any mud got in the wound. He had thought that Lakesong went out to find supplies but he was yet to see him on his walk, he assumed the tom went into the water and swam some island for herbs. So the large cat stuck to the riverbank in hopes he'd see the cat and maybe get something to stop the dull pain he was experiencing. As he walked along every sound caused him to turn in case it was Lakesong though it was usually just some snow falling from a tree or ice cracking away to sink at the bottom of the riverbed. He never liked LeafBare, it was cold and hard on his Clan especially when the water froze over. It was much easier for other Clan cats to reach their camp when that happened so Lionstar made sure to keep one eye open everytime he went out, he didn't trust those flea-bitten cats one bit. His Clan was by far the strongest during the cold season because of their food source so there was no doubt in his mind that a Clan or two would want to try and knock them down a notch.

As he rounded the bend towards camp, Lionstar heard a large splash. The golden cat rushed over to see what it was only to get a glimpse of Lakesong taking a dive. Shoot, He thought, I need to get his attention somehow without killing myself trying. The fluffy tom plopped down and thought for a bit before dipping his paw into the water and wiggling it about like a lure. He wasn't sure if it would exactly work though as he was moving quite fast. "Lakesong, can you hear me? I am in a bit of a pinch here." He called out in hopes the cat's ears would pick up his meows. If not he'd just have to follow him as best as he could on land, even though his paw was beginning to hurt a bit more from negligence and overuse.

//Ooc: Eww that was bad u n u

[Deleted]

The she cat padded in the plop of her paws on the ground as she walked in. "Hello?",She said in her calm voice not noticing Lionstar. She was tied but she walked a little bit more. She then noticed Lionstar and greater him. "Hello Lionstar, how are you today. Are you here to talk to Lake song?" The she cat sat there her paw in pain having torn a paw. She tried to hold back the pain and thought to herself what could be wrong.

The potter pater of water drop rung through the cave as she sat there. She loved that sound the sound of water swimming. This paw would keep her from hunting for three sunrises. She then wondered it she should tell lake song maybe it would heal by itself. The water droplets had a rythmatic pattern almost trance inducing. She was full bellied having eaten before coming here. She almost cried out in a yelp when a drop of water landed on her paw her paw hurt more than getting bit.