[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Leafbare had never been so hard for the young apprentice. Up in the farm, there had never been a day where they went by hungry, with the mice overpopulating far too much to make food much of a problem; but now, he was a ThunderClanner, and forced to hunt and provide for a clan of people he felt indifferent to. The only ones he liked were Adderstar, Thornkit, and Breezepaw, mostly Breezepaw because she was nice and pretty. It was too bad she was a medicine cat apprentice, though. Didn't that mean that she couldn't have mates or kits? Maybe, although his memory on the warrior code was foggy, especially since it had been many moons since he mother had taught it to them in the barn. Darn. The male would linger near sunning rocks, eyeing the river cautiously -- he knew how to swim, webbed paws and all, but were there even any fish in the river this time of the year? Well, it couldn't hurt to try. Padding down, the feline would grab a rock in his mouth before dropping the wide object onto the icy surface of the river, breaking through the thin covering easily. With that, he crouched down, his eyes glaring down into the dark depths, focused.
When he saw a dark figure slowly swim across his small port, the male would dive forward, but instead of catching it he ended up bracing himself with two paws on the ice around the hole and his muzzle striking forward, just to be greeted with a freezing dampness. He hissed in irritation, but before he could do much his whole body was moving forward, his front paws slipping on the ice and making him skid so that he was stretched across the surface. "Cow turd," he spat, before scrambling up back onto the shore, his whiskers drooping and his face wet, his paws cold and forbidding. He frowned. "Listen here, fish ... I'm gonna catch you, and when I do, I'm gonna feed your body to my clanmates. So come out, huh, and stop makin' a big deal, 'cause I ain't got no patience for no more nonsense, especially from some lazy water creature." his voice was firm, and he closed his eyes before starting again.
After hours of sitting there and trying various methods of catching the fish, Firpaw got lucky. As soon as a fish slid by, he acted quickly, swiping his paw forward through the water and hooking his claw into its slimy, scaly coat; with that being said, he victoriously yowled and held it for all to see, before placing it in his mouth and hurrying to the camp, his chest puffed and his head high. Bet none of them thought of catching fish for prey! Ha.