Closed Thread That's a Keeper

Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa. Pressure that'll tip, tip tip 'till you just go pop, whoa.
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A large white shape parallelled the river that flowed through their territory. if she were hunting any other prey, her stark white coat and large frame would have been a detriment, but fishing was the greatest equalizer that only cared about patience and the ability to haul your prey to shore. Taking Mintpaw after a night of rain made for soft, loamy soil - and a blissfully cooler outting overall. Pleasantly, the she-cat waved over her apprentice.

"Do you have a favorite fish that you like to eat?" If he had any preference, she'd try to find some for him - and he could have a go at some pratical fieldwork.Light lime eyes turned to catch his smaller frame in view, pausing before allowing herself a moment's rest lowered on the delicate smalls of her paws.