There generally wasn't much of a reason to patrol the beach, but it was always worth checking out all the same. Especially with food seeming to get harder to come by, the Representative had taken it upon themself to try their paw at fishing in the more turbulent waves.

Suffice to say, if they weren't already capable of breathing underwater, the clan would have been in need of a new leader.

In addition to that, they'd lost the fish they had managed to catch, and all they had was the prickly star-shaped thing.

But by Starclan they were done with that adventure for today.

It was a very sodden Watersong that finally began wading out of the ice-cold sea's grip, and they made a beeline for the small she-cat on the beach the moment they saw her.

Sparing a quick glance for the pile of shells the she-cat had collected, Watersong deposited their curious, but sadly not very tasty find next to them, before flopping down on the ground with little grace. The exhausted cat could have cared less at that point, their limbs shaking from the exertion of battling the waves.

"Could I trouble you to spare a bit of air? I was in there for so long I've forgotten what being dry feels like."