Time to grab a fish or two! (Open, Semi advanced)

Glossfur trotted out of the reeds and stepped into the water. He sat down, letting his, well, glossy belly fur wave around in the river flow. He looked around for a bit, seeing several small fish swimming by. Glossfur put his chin in the water and waited until he saw a big, fat, pike fish! Excited, he lept at it and sank his claws on its upper body. The he yanked it out and carried it to shore in his jaws.

Glossfur walked back to the water and proceeded to lay down in the shallows. Sadly, there were no more pikes to be found. But there certainly were plenty of trout! He lept forward again and plunged his jaws into the river. They came back up with a small trout in between them. Then he waded back to the sand and set it down. This time he did not go back, but laid on his back and let the sun warm him.

This is the life....

"Oh, yes." Yelped Glossfur, slightly jumping. "I notice I'm not the only one fishing here." He splashed at the water with his paw, to let out his excitement. Water dripped down from his flanks and belly, forming a little puddle underneath that eventually sank into the dirt. "Fishing season is almost over..." He started. "There won't be many big ones anymore. Better get some while we can, eh?" Glossfur continued to lay on his back, enjoying the comforting heat.

"By the way," added Glossfur "What's your name? RiverClan is just so big that it's hard to remember everyone."

Glossfur chuckled. "I guess I should get to meet as many cats as I can while I'm still young." As Myria trotted over, Glossfur turned and nodded a hello. "So Vastearth," he started." Nice to meet you. My name's Glossfur." He padded back into the shallows and pawed at the water whenever he saw a minnow or a tadpole. His pile of fish was slowly growing as more and more little foodstuffs came into his reach. Glossfur was about to head back to the bank when he noticed a large stick with many leaves still on it.

Glossfur waded over to the stick and held it in his jaws. Then he dragged it over to the middle of the river, panting through his nose while keeping his head tilted upward. He dropped the stick and watched it catch onto two rocks on the floor. He paddled back, looking for more. Glossfur scouted out another branch. After regaining his breath he picked up that one and swam over to the same place, fixing it onto the first one. He swam back to the sand, and sat down behind Vastearth, looking at the barrier he had made. Before long, many fish, big and small, who were swimming downriver got tangled in the leaves and branches and were stuck there.

"Fish trap," he commented. "First time I've made one of these. I'm surprised it works." He paddled over to the center of the river yet again, and dived under to grab a trout. Carrying it in his jaws, Glossfur went to put it on the shore to eat it. After taking a few bites, he nudged it toward Vastearth. "Want some?" He asked, his voice muffled be the meat in hi mouth.

Glossfur pushed the medium-sized fish toward Vastearth, picking out another for himself. "Here," started Glossfur. "Enjoy yourself." He continued to gnaw at the trout until the bones were picked clean and the blood was licked off. Glossfur dug himself a little hole and then buried the bony remains. By the time he looked back at the river, countless little figures had gathered at the base of his crude dam. He splashed back in, and plunged his face into the water. He came back up with a few little minnows in his mouth. Dropping them at his pile, he looked around and started to zone out.

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