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Originally Posted by AbsurdJinx
Quillpaw had decided that, on his first day as an apprentice, he would visit the river in which his Clan was named after. The river was the Clan's main food source, and he'd have to learn where it lied, how it moved, what it looked like, how it sounded, and so-on. Besides, he was happy as is just to stroll through the territory. His thick and short pelt stood on end in it's natural appearance. He was born with somewhat spiky fur, and even after a thorough wash his fur would return to it's upright position. Quillpaw, however, took great pride in his pelt that was so uniquely painted. And his baby blue eyes were powerful compliments.
The rushing water of the river reached Quillpaw before he could even see it. But when he brought his muzzle to the air, opening his mouth ever so slightly, he could taste the freshness of the water. Suddenly eager to reach the river he's only heard of in stories, he quickened his pace until the sounds were louder and he could see patches of blue through the gaps in the undergrowth. And then he spotted movement. Instinctively, Quillpaw came to a halt and brought himself to the ground to remain hidden. Slowly and quietly, he slithered forward. Still hidden behind clumps of bushes, he studied the source of the movement. A brown tabby tomcat stood at the river's edge.
Though Quillpaw had been intensely interested in the river just moments before, the stranger in front of him peaked his curiosity. Intruder? Friend or foe? It didn't cross his mind to even attempt to learn the cat's scent; he could recognize RiverClan's fishy, watery scent in a heartbeat. He watched the stranger pull away from the stream, shaking his paw to rid it of drops of water. Quillpaw was not aware of any RiverClan cats that feared getting wet paws, which convinced him that the cat before him despised the water. By Quillpaw's logic, the cat before him was an intruder.
Releasing a yowl, Quillpaw launched himself from the bushes, creating a ruckus. He was a new apprentice, just barely receiving his new name. He was inexperienced, and had no knowledge of fighting techniques. He was practically throwing himself into a battle, blind.
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Spicepaw's ears flicked upwards as he heard a yowl behind him. It took him by surprise, and he turned to see a pale-furred tomcat with splashes of color on his pelt running towards him at full speed. Spicepaw stared for a moment, confused. Why would a fellow Riverclan cat be running towards him threateningly? Then Spicepaw realized that the other cat was getting closer. If he keeps running like that, we'll both end up in the river! Spicepaw definitely could not have that. He'd freak and probably go crazy and break down in front of this other cat, and Spicepaw didn't want that to happen. So he did the logical thing.
Spicepaw leaped to the side, but he had spent too long contemplating on why this cat was here, that he was too late. Mid-leap, the other apprentice crashed into him, sending him tumbling towards the river. Spicepaw felt his tail hit the water, then his hindquarters. Out of pure panic, the russet tom flung his forepaw a outwards, claws unsheathed, and dug them into the bank. It was muddy and wet, courtesy of the cold water rushing around his bottom half. Spicepaw once more had the sensation of drowning, flickers of memories from that stormy night rushing through his head. He was panicking, he was scared. And he was slipping. Spicepaw scrabbled on the edge of the bank, his ears pressed against his head in fear. It was too muddy, and one of his paws slipped. Spicepaw tried to grab onto the bank once more, but his other paw slipped, and he was falling. Spicepaw let out a fearful yowl.
"Plop." The tom slowly opened his yellow-green hues to find his head above the water. It was swirling around his hindquarters and front paws though. He was sitting in the shallows. Of course, the river doesn't get deep until near the middle... Except on stormy days. Spicepaw cast hi eyes upwards. It was perfectly clear, the sun beating down on him. Spicepaw then realized he was still sitting in the water. He pretty much leaped out, then started shaking violently to get rid of the wet droplets on his fur. Thankfully, being a full-blooded Riverclan cat, his fur was waterproof, so the water slid easily off his pelt. The tom then st down and started to lick the mud off of his paws, not wanting to be anywhere near the river again. That was enough trauma for this tom today. As he was grooming, Spicepaw realized another thing. He had made a COMPLETE fool of himself in front of this other fellow Riverclan apprentice. Oh great. Gonna have to live with that one the rest of my life... He then turned around to lol or the cat, hopefully to see his reaction.