Deadmoon and Splashleap do....things (va)

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(Takes place whilst Deadmoon and Splashleap were both missing, around a year ago.)



The river was dead. Dead or dying, Splashleap didn't know, but nothing lived with in. It's banks were bare, and not a fish or frog dared touch it's depths. Splashleap, alas, was a fool. She had swum in the river hopefully, and emerged dripping in various substances that tasted bitter on her tongue as she cleaned herself. And this, this was most unfortunate. Not because she took ill after her swim, her skin and fur were too impermeable for that, not like those of wetland creatures, but she was far too dependent on those nonexistent fish and frogs for her own food. A Riverclan cat, she'd never needed to hunt land prey. And now, she was trapped in a horrid twolegplace woodspatch, with a dead river and unable to catch squirrels. She tried her best of course, chasing the mice and rats and squirrels and whatnot as best she could. But more often than not she was unsuccessful, and had less and less energy.

And then salvation arrived, in the form of a grumpy former Windclanner. Oddly enough she was quite successful in her pursuit of the rodents, despite being, well, a Windclanner. Splashleap had been under the impression that they focussed on rabbits, but she wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She was sort of reliant on the molly for her food, so she wasn't going to risk pissing the ever-irritable molly off. Until, finally, she felt like she had no choice but to ask. Can you teach me how to hunt land prey? she inquired, one morning, before Deadmoon could set out to hunt.

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