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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]"Ah. Caught you. Very sorry I have to do this."


    Feeling the fish he held in his jaws slowly go limp, Watershipdown set it down gently upon the ground and placed a paw over it. It was a pretty good size, not too big or too small. It was a pretty thing, a silvery blue color with hints of black at the spine. Bright green eyes would stare lifelessly up at him, but he could not meet them. He wondered what fish saw. Did they see nothing but water in their vision, or did they see something in that water that no one else could? Maybe they a vast underwater land, and every stone, every tree who's roots crawled down into the cold water, maybe it was like above water, staring off into some wide forest.


    Perception. It was all about perception. Funny how this came from a cat who could not see. Maybe that was why he thought all the strange things he did. He had to picture things in his head from his other senses, what he heard, what he could scent...it was a very interesting way of living. The world was much bigger and much more complex than most believed, and very beautiful, no matter how dangerous.


    [b][color=lightsteelblue]"I wonder what it's like to be a fish?"


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    "pretty bad," kaori answered, nodding approvingly at the fish, though a distant glint flashed in her lavender eyes. "i mean, goldfishes have bad memory, the span of 3 seconds or a minute i've heard. they've even made a saying out of it, and that's saying something."


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    Randomly popping up in the thread was the white splashed solid brown tom. His shoulders rested high on his heavy build as he took a step closer to Kaori in order to hear the conversation better. Something about fish. "Fish are strange creatures." he said, noticing the fish that had been caught, "I have never eaten, caught, or even thought about being a fish honestly." he told Watershipdown



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=9pt]The last time the riverguard-in-training had ever tried fishing was a horrible experience, for it was often, if not almost always, accompanied by overbearing feelings of tremendous, ineluctable guilt (albeit that same guilt and pain seemed almost inescapable to him these days). Some days, he felt glad that there was at least one emotion that he could process, but it was so lonely living in a world of your own pitiful suffering. Everything he saw or did reminded him of his brother and that day he had fallen into the river. That day when he killed his brother. That day when he felt no remorse from killing his brother. He knew he had to stop blaming himself, but essentially it was his fault - he was a cold hearted murderer. He might as well change his name to Hitler and move to The Exiles or something. No, he had to try and overcome this - be brave Timey, be brave. That being said though, perhaps joining a group called 'Riverclan' wasn't the best decision he had made but then again, when was the last good decision he made made?


    Exhaling rather loudly, Wastedtime strolled over to the group, forcing himself to appear undamaged. "Fish are gross," he commented, a disgusted expression upon his face. "They're all slimy and taste horrible." He glanced over to Kaori and smiled subtly. "But some are pretty, I'll give you that."

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]So many different thoughts. He liked that, actually. It meant people could think on their own and didn't just follow the thoughts of others. That was never a good situation. The mind was a wonderful thing, it was good to use it on your own.


    "Well, I would not like to be a goldfish then. Are they small? I have heard the smaller the animal, the smaller the brain and therefore the less it functions compared to bigger creatures, like us. For example, we are intelligent compared to fish, but may seem unintelligent compared to say, an elephant." Oh yes, very big.


    [color=lightsteelblue]"I don't think it would be something most people think about." He laughed a little, shaking his head. [color=lightsteelblue]"I simply think of strange things at strange times. My mind is a strange place."


    Two people said they could be pretty. That interested him. [b][color=lightsteelblue]"How so? Could you describe some of these fish to me?"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]It was sad, but Milkeyes had never once in his life caught, or ate, a fish himself. He was more of a land animal kind of guy, dismissing the existence of both avian and those that lived in aquatic ecosystems. He was very bias, but wasn't about to give up his love for rabbit. The tom padded forwards, watching the gathering RiverClanners curiously as he looked down at the fish that was at Watershipdown's paws. A small smile crept up onto his maw and the tom watched the fish carefully, its scales shiny in the sun. His ears perked as he listened to the comparison of brain size, and thought long and hard on that. He assumed that he was, in fact, right. The size of one's brain did probably matter, and what a thought that was!


    He watched the blind tom with a curious gaze as he asked the question of what fish looked like, and when nobody spoke up, he took it upon himself to do just that. "Fish are beautiful, I agree. They have scales the shape of.." he thought quickly about something that scales would be in the shape of. "In the shape of a claw, and.. they have two eyes, one on either side of their head. Their whole body is shimmery; it shines brightly in the sun, though not so bright as to--" he stopped short, ear peeling against the back of his skull. He didn't want to say blind. Would the tom have taken offense to that? That would've been awkward. Moving on. "The fish that you have, right there," he motioned towards the lifeless creature, smiling at it. "It has a dark stripe along its back, and fades into a light silver color."


    Pausing again, the tom was unsure of what more to say about the fish. He didn't know how to explain something so colorful and vibrant to somebody who was without sight, having only laid their gaze upon a veil of black. "I hope I helped you," he murmured, finishing his fishy speech with a light smile upon his maw. "That is a very nice fish you've got there, just enough to feed a Queen,"