Hunting Fish

[Brightriver]

Waterheart padded up to the river, she was going to do what she liked best.
Fishing.
That was what was on her mind, she visulazied herself as the fish, vizulazied herself being caught. And it worked perfectly, she saw a large shadow moving slowly in the water. She smiled, and slapped the water, she large fish fell onto the bank, and she pushed the fish away from the bank, o in wouldn't fall into the water.
This was the way she liked it, no apprentice sucking her time up. No apprentice to teach how to fish, no annoying apprentice that constanty disobayed orders all the time.

[Silverstream]

Moonriver had been watching in the bushes nearby, peering at Waterheart. He was not spying, but she had attracted his attention when he heard a splash nearby, interrupting his search for prey. She seemed happy, but deep down, he could sense a sadness in her. Maybe it was one she did not know herself, but there was something there. Something that made her hurt deep inside, just as Moonriver's lost mate had made him feel, even now. He tried to deny the hurt, but no matter what he did or where he went, her name was on his mind. Silverfern. Even the trees seemed to whisper it. He especially missed his kits. Two kits, one Twilightkit, and one ((What was Artemis' name when she/he was a kit? Put it here)). How he missed them. He heard rumors that they had left the Clan to join another, but he had not heard of them from any other clan at the Gatherings. They must've tried to join a clan, then died, or perhaps become loners. How he wished that he could have just seen them one time. He slunk out of the bushes, and came up behind Waterheart. "Hello, Waterheart." he said.

[Brightriver]

"Oh, hi Moonriver. I was just doing one of my favorite pastimes, fishing," Waterheart said smiling nervously.
She hated to mention Silverfern, Moonriver's lost mate, to him.
So, she acted like Silverfern never existed. Not once, not at all. That was quite the best thing to do. She was on Moonriver's mind constanlty. Most RiverClan cats knew that, so of course, Waterheart did.
It was for Moonriver's own good anyway. But if she wanted to talk about it that was fine. She needed some company. But apprentice sort of company no, no. They were nice, but to hyper.
Like she was when she was an apprentice, but it was only natural for her. She was indenpendent. Didn't want nan apprentice taking up her time. That was what she did not want. But what if the leader did choos her to mentor an apprentic? There was nothing she could to.
Whatever Taintedstar said, went. So if she got stuck with an apprentice, she would be stuck with it.

[Silverstream]

Moonriver nodded absentmidedly. He sat down next to Waterheart, his white pelt blending with her's to seem like a white splash of milk, as seen from high above. An eagle swooped high above the two cats, riding the currents of the air, probably searching for prey of its own. This eagle's brown and dusty feathers ruffled slightly in the wind, and it tilted its wings downwards, cutting closer to the ground. It may have spotted prey, or it may have wanted to fly lower, but nonetheless, it's wings blocked out the light from the sun temporarily, casting a shadow upon the two white-pelted cats. The eagle then veered up again, and the shadow upon the two cats lifted, and once again, light burned on their backs. Moonriver's muzzle turned towards Waterheart. "Mind if I join you?" he asked.

[Brightriver]

"Oh no, not at all," Waterheart said.
She slapped another fish out of the water. The smell was tempting, but she knew she could not eat any fish until she had taken her catches to camp. She couldn't see how ThunderClan could not stand the joy of water.
The sound it made, the refreshing splash, it was a miricale for RiverClan to have a river.
She couldn't dream of not living here. This was the place she knew, her ansestors walked these banks and shores. And she knew form many generations they would.
She would never seperate herself from these lands as long as she lived no, that was unthinkable.

[Silverstream]

Moonriver dipped his head, aknowledging Waterheart's words. He padded a bit of a ways away, roughly 2 fox-lengths, and gently lay down. However, his muscles did not relax, as they did when a cat usually laid down. They were tense and on the ready. Auds perked, and one was fixated on the water. Another swiveled around, checking for danger. A cat never knew when it would go from the hunter to the hunted. Many moons of practice had taught him to keep his shadow off the water, and now he did as he had done so many times before. Fishing was a second nature to him, although hunting land prey was just as easily accomplished, due to the long stretch of time he had spent outside of the territories. During that time, he and his fellows stranded there had learned the hard way that only land prey was to be found there. Each had tried to catch prey, but most came up empty-pawed. Moonriver, however, adapted so fluidly that he was able to catch more than enough for himself. Unfortunately, that prey was to be shared with the group, and the 'more than enough' turned into merely half a piece of prey.

Here and now, though, he was back at the river, his crystal blue opts focused so rigidly on the water before him. Silver flashed in the depths of the river, which was surprisingly clear today. Today, a cat could nearly see to the bottom, where usually, one could only see to the floor of the shores, not to mention when the Twolegs came with their kits. Then, the water was so murky, it was extremely difficult to fish. The silver thing flashed closer, and Moonriver saw that it was quite a big one. Both auds concentrated on the water before him, and every battle-hardened muscle in his body clenched. Fast as lightning, his paw darted out.

A hunter's cry sounded from the air, filling Moonriver's body with dread. An eagle.

Normally, eagles wouldn't feast on the river nearby cats, but this one was feeling especially bold. It wanted that giant bass that Moonriver had flipped up onto the bank. From sheer instinct alone, Moonriver crouched and sunk his teeth into the bass' spine, killing it. The eagle circled above the cats' heads. "Waterheart, there's an eagle!" he whispered fiercely, alerting her to the eagle's presence if Waterheart hadn't already known.

[Brightriver]

"Oh no!" Waterheart said.
Her puplis became slited in fear, the fur on her neck rose, as she stared at the thing. It was a huge creature. If not for it wanting to kill them, she would have thought it wonderful.
"I hate eagles, I hate eagles," She muttered under her breath.
Waterheart crouched low, perhaps it wouldn't notice them if they did not make a sudden movement.
"Moonriver, what do we do?" Waterheart said.
Her eyes looked around for something to discract the eagle, did it want to bass? If only there was someway to distract the eagle from the bass.
Perhaps and even bigger bass? No, how could they find one bigger than this. it was offical, she was doomed.
Doomed!
There was no way she could survive this eagle attack. Today, it might be feasting on to RiverClan cats. It's claws flashed in the sunlight as it circled over, searching for a movement.
Perhaps this scheme of not moving much was working. To bad that she could't throw the bass into the eagle's face. That would probably make things even worse.
Like it already wasn't.

[Silverstream]

As soon as Waterheart asked him what they should do, his mind set to thinking. What do we do? What do we do? What do we do? What do we do? What do we do!?! Moonriver was in a panic, although he fought to keep the panic from showing on his muzzle. Where soft, ocean-blue eyes were, two cold icy blue glints now showed. His hackles rose along his spine, and had there been a cry to show all his pain and sufferring, fear and hate, rage and anger, he let it loose at that moment. It sounded like a cry from a strange, tortured underworld, and indeed, that was how Moonriver's soul felt. His one and only apprentice was dead. His mate was dead. His two beloved kits which he never had a chance to see were also dead, or at least gone from him forever. An onlooker would have been quite surprised that the eagle didn't turn wing and flee, but instead, the eagle dove. Straight at Moonriver and the bass. Unluckily for the bird, Moonriver was ready for it. In the small, kitstep of time where the eagle's beak's and talons would have torn the white warrior to shreds, Moonriver lept. He was aiming to merely jump over the eagle, but had jumped a bit to soon, and instead landed on the eagle's back. His weight started dragging the eagle down, and both creatures were headed to the center of the river. Moonriver was a cat with logic in his head, and he knew that if he plunged into the heart of the river, he would never make it out alive, especially if he landed with an eagle beneath him. Instead, he lept off the eagle's back, and landed about a quarter of the way across. However, he did not leave without scoring a hit on the eagle. Feathers, down and blood mingled on his claws, soon to be rushed away in the river. Moonriver swam strongly through the torrent, an dreached the shore. When he turned back to see what had become of the eagle, he saw nothing. Then the eagle's cry sounded again from over the cats' heads. It had reached the safety of the air, and was seeking to attack again. At the moment, all energy sapped from Moonriver's body, and he collapsed on the shoreline, half of his body on sand, half in the water.

[Brightriver]

"Moonriver!" Waterheart whispered.
She slinked forward slowly, inching toward Moonriver, slowly. The eagle was somewhat wounded, as she could tell, and a drop of it's blood splattered in her left eye. Now, she had to wipe it off.
But first Moonriver, when she got close enough, she grabed Monnriver by the scruff of the neck, and draged him closer to some bushes.
Waterheart looked at him despratly, trying to think of something to do.
There was nothing. Was she going to die with Moonriver?
RiverClan just had a recent death, she didn't think that they could handle much more death in RiverClan.

Waterheart looked at the fish she had caught on shore. She chose the biggest one, and grabed it in her mouth, the eagle caught sight of her movment. It dived down for an attack on her.
Waterheart timed the moment right and threw the fish out of her mouth into the eagle's face.
"EAT FISH DIRTBALL!" Waterheart screeched at it. The eagle seemed put off by this little cat throwing a large fish in it's face, and it seemed dazed.
After all, Waterheart knew that a large fish thrown in one's face would hurt somewhat, the impact would put her off surly.
And it did just that to the eagle. It's flight was somewhat wobbly and crooked. It seemed not to know where they were, but was still searching for movment. Why won't this STUPID mouse-brained eagle give up? We both have attacked it! Waterheart thought glaring at it.

[Silverstream]

Moonriver felt something tug at his scruff, and immediately all muscles in his body tensed, prepared for battle. Then he moved his head slightly, and saw it was only Waterheart. Luckily, water still clung to his pelt, so his raised hackles hadn't alerted her. Silently, he fought over his momentary panic, and cleared his head again. What had happened? The eagle attacked, said a voice in his head. You attacked back.
Silverfern? he thought. Is that you? Silverfern!?! he yowled in his thoughts, though no voice answered him back. The voice he had heard was gone. His attention turned back to the present. Stunned, Moonriver watched this calm she-cat fling a fish in the bird's face. Warmth seeped back into his bones, and he felt his energy returning. Slowly, ever so slowly. The eagle still flew overhead, but it's once smooth flight pattern now slightly wobbled. After a few more minutes, which seemed like passing hours, Moonriver was able to stand. Slowly, he got to his paws, and immediately unsheathed his claws, prepared for another attack.

((What should we do to the eagle? Kill it, or have it run off?))

[Brightriver]

(I dunno, what do you think?)
The eagle was still searching for movement from the cats. But it still good not regain perfect balance in it's flying.
Waterheart stayed crouched, muscles tensed for another attack on the eagle. Waterheart noticed it swooping down to the water. She smirked, and waded into the water. She swam out to where the eagle was and waited for her chance. It was moving on to a diffrent spot.
This was when Waterheart took a breath of air, and plunged down under the water. She could see the eagle above her, circling.
She splahsed her head above the surface and bit down onto one of the eagle's feet. The huge creature shreiked, and thrashed, trying to make Waterhert let go.

In fact, she was loosing her grip, but tried to stay grasped to it. She thrashed her legs up, spraying water into it's eyes.
Now what? Should she try to take a killing bite at the jugular vein? But if she let go of it's legs, it would fly and attack her.
It seemed there was nothing else she could do.
Waterheart was attached to the dreadful bird's feet.
Would she have to stay this way forever? Not to eat, or drink? Die staying attached to this disgusting creature?
She could only hope that Moonriver had gained enough energy to help her, in someway.
But how could he? He had just gotten draged out of the water by her. Surly Moonriver would not have enough strength back.
Waterheart kept splashing her legs, to confuse the eagle long enough to hopefully get an idea.
Hopefully.

[Silverstream]

((I think we should kill it, then bring it back to camp.))

Moonriver's white form stood out like a brand of fire in a dark place against the pebbly shore of the river, so even a near-sighted eagle could see them. A headache built up behind the warrior's eyes, but he fought to stay standing. When he saw the eagle dive towards Waterheart, his soul lept. Another cat won't die on my watch! he thought, and he lept on the eagle's back scratching furiously, and fighting to stay on top of the thrashing figure. One of the eagle's wings flashed out, and scored a blow on his temple, but he did not notice. It was only when the eagle started literally bucking that he was thrown off. Immediately, he got to his feet, and looked to see how Waterheart was faring.

[Brightriver]

(Ok, lets do that.)
"Moonriber! I cand't led go!" Waterheart said throught biting the eagle's feet.
The taste of eagle blood was starting to overwhelm her. She felt faint, but she couldn't faint now! Waterheart looked for something to help her. Thankfully, the river current was not very strong today. But one never knew when the currents could change, and wash you away, like debries that meant nothing at all. Nothing

Moonriver was a good, cat Waterheart did not want him to see another cat die. Namely her, she thought it would be to much for him, and he might die soon after. With every pasting second her hatred for this particular eagle grew more and more.
Waterheart looked up at the eagle, it was beating it's wings widly, but could not take off due to the extra weight of Waterheart weighimg it down by the feet. She could't keep this up forever. Sometime soon, she was pretty sure she would loose her grip, and the eagle would attack.
Waterheart imagened RiverClan mourning another deather hers, she thought it would be more than they could take. More than they could handle

Waterheart needed an idea. Soon, or else she was dead cat meat, and a feast for the wreched eagle. She bit down harder, determained to make this eagle feel every ounce of pain and anguish she could dish out to it.
She hoped it was suffering like it should. She wanted to kill it, bring it back for the Clan to eat, this eagle caused her many problems.
And all this had been only in two hours.
Two mere hours. Waterheart's blueish white pelt was somewhat reddened now in several places due to the eagles attacks.

[Silverstream]

Moonriver was ready to leap back into the fray, when a memory struck him. He was back near the Highstones, on no cat's territory, just northwest of WindClan territory. Mossclaw was close to death.

"Mossclaw, are you okay?" asked Moonriver. Heaping amounts of rain bore down all around them, and Moonriver's clean white pelt was blotched a dirty, muddy brown. The two cats were hunting together, as they were the last two cats in the patrol that had set off to Highstones. Taintedstar had made it back, but the rest of her patrol hadn't. WindClan had chased them off their territory, and forced them to survive in the bare outskirts of Highstones. Mossclaw had just collapsed, and now Moonriver bent worridly over him. ((Blech. Worridly=worried-ly)) "Can you hear me Mossclaw?" Moonriver asked. The once gray warrior was now also splattered with mud, and his pelt had turned to an ashen brown. Moonriver leaned close to his friend's chest. Breathing, if shallow and quick, was always a good sign. Mossclaw was still alive. "I-Is tha-at you... Moonriver?" Mossclaw managed to say. "Yes it's me, now relax, you'll get through this. You'll be okay. Just relax. Everything will be fine. We will get back to camp soon. You'll get helped by the medicine cat. You'll be alright..." Moonriver babbled. He was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince Mossclaw. In fact, they were no where near help, and had no chance of reaching it within the moon. "It's to late for me," said Mossclaw. Lightning cracked overhead, appearing and reflecting what Moonriver felt on the inside. Pain. Anger. Madness. "No! You'll be--" The death rattle sounded. Mossclaw was gone. Moonriver bent over his lifeless body and wept.

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His eyes jolted back into the present. This eagle would pay for all the deaths he had been forced to go through. Moonriver lept on the eagle's back again, and instead of merely wounding it, he went straight for it's throat. Unfortunately, the eagle would not give up so willingly. It let out a furious squawk, and jolted it's neck away just in time. But Moonriver would not give up so willingly. Though he would never admit it, the deaths of those he loved made him stronger than any cat thought possible for him. Moonriver's perfect white fangs lashed out and sunk deep into the eagle's windpipe. He could feel through his claws that the eagle's fight was lessening. He bit down harder, and he heard a crunch. His scent glands could taste the life leaving this prey, and a look of triumph adorned his red, blood-covered maw.

[Brightriver]

(Ok, I have a few things to say.
1. I am sorry that I have hardly been on. I was busy on other sites and well...just life and school coming up on the 21st.
2.I will try to be more active, so cut me some slack and give me a chance.)

Waterheart let go of the eagle's feet, knowing Moonriver was doing the rest. She lay on her back in the water panting. Feeling the pain rush through her, she strugled up onto the shoar of the river. She wanted to help, it was her duty. Waterheart lowered her head and waded back out into the water. She clamped her jaws around it's neck to, smirking, her green eyes flashing with triumph. She would get pay bavk for what it had done to her and Moonriver. Hahah! That eagle wasn't so scary now that the tables had turned on it, and it was the one being attacked and killed.
Waterheart loved this sweet taste of revenge....she knew it seemed wrong, but what did she care? These momments were sweet.