Post by Eknipp on Aug 23, 2022 23:43:08 GMT
Newtglow sat silently at the river's edge, staring at his reflection as it rippled and mildly distorted his image. He had been thinking silently, lost in a light trance, but was pulled out slowly as a soft breeze started to ruffle his short, black-and-white coat. He blinked repeatedly, and rubbed his eyes with a paw before looking around.
He wasn't quite sure why he chose to come here of all places, pondering the thought breifly before shaking himself out and rising to his paws. It was too quiet now that his ears weren't buzzing with his thoughts, he pricked his ears and he searched for the sound of something, anything to focus on. He turned to look back at the water not but a tail-length from his paws, its gentle lapping echoing in his ears.
"Might be nice." He muttered softly to himself, after hesitating again with his eyes on the waving, almost silver surface. Taking a slow breath in, he stepped further onto the pebbly riverbed and dipped a wary paw into the water. It was kind of cold, but not too bad. He felt hesitation pulling at his whiskers again, and glanced behind himself quickly. His brother wasn't here now, to join him. But it wouldn't hurt to pretend he was.
With an airy sigh, he pulled his other paws into the water one by one, and gave himself a moment to adjust to the sudden chill. He imagined his brother's face, not much more than his neck and head, poking out of the water in front of him as he waited patiently, although with a playful smirk across his speckled muzzle. He was aware that the fur on his back and sides had started to stand on edge, and quickly, before he could regret it, slid further in. He only stopped when the water had reached about halfway up his legs, and stiffened as the waves drifted around them gently. He hadn't done this in quite a while, and hadn't expected it to be so cold.
Cedarmouse wouldn't act like such a kit about a... bit of water. It's not that bad... He thought silently, trying to be encouraging while hiding the grimace that had crossed his face. "Cmon, one paw at a time." He recalled Cedarmouse, Cedarpaw at the time, coaxing him into the water for the first time early in their apprenticeship. The black-and-white warrior, pelt mildly slicked by water, took another deep breath before moving his paws forward. "Juuuust a bit at a time." He whispered shakily.
He wasn't quite sure why he chose to come here of all places, pondering the thought breifly before shaking himself out and rising to his paws. It was too quiet now that his ears weren't buzzing with his thoughts, he pricked his ears and he searched for the sound of something, anything to focus on. He turned to look back at the water not but a tail-length from his paws, its gentle lapping echoing in his ears.
"Might be nice." He muttered softly to himself, after hesitating again with his eyes on the waving, almost silver surface. Taking a slow breath in, he stepped further onto the pebbly riverbed and dipped a wary paw into the water. It was kind of cold, but not too bad. He felt hesitation pulling at his whiskers again, and glanced behind himself quickly. His brother wasn't here now, to join him. But it wouldn't hurt to pretend he was.
With an airy sigh, he pulled his other paws into the water one by one, and gave himself a moment to adjust to the sudden chill. He imagined his brother's face, not much more than his neck and head, poking out of the water in front of him as he waited patiently, although with a playful smirk across his speckled muzzle. He was aware that the fur on his back and sides had started to stand on edge, and quickly, before he could regret it, slid further in. He only stopped when the water had reached about halfway up his legs, and stiffened as the waves drifted around them gently. He hadn't done this in quite a while, and hadn't expected it to be so cold.
Cedarmouse wouldn't act like such a kit about a... bit of water. It's not that bad... He thought silently, trying to be encouraging while hiding the grimace that had crossed his face. "Cmon, one paw at a time." He recalled Cedarmouse, Cedarpaw at the time, coaxing him into the water for the first time early in their apprenticeship. The black-and-white warrior, pelt mildly slicked by water, took another deep breath before moving his paws forward. "Juuuust a bit at a time." He whispered shakily.
