Copperdrop gazed about, the felid had began padding to the shore. He than sat down on the shore, flicking his tail over his paws in a polite manner and let his dark amber-copper gaze stray down to the river. Oh, how he felt so free in the river, or in any place to swim, for that matter. The bengal felt as though he was flying, yet not at the same time.
The brute gaped his lips and let out a cough -- "Excuse me?" He vocalized, letting it ring out. He as supposed to be meeting a cat here, most likely Gunpaw, or so he heard.
He than thought that he would have to be waiting for a bit -- there was many cats here, doing the same thing that he was. Plus, they got there before he did. He nodded, he was very polite, and laid down, awaiting his turn, thinking about his mate Ambersplash and how she told him about how she would have went if she wasn't pregnant. He thought it would be cool if he could do it, so he did.
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