[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]It was funny that Rosewater had joined a clan that had a river as, basically, the main attraction, and had even been named after it, because the white kitten simply couldn't swim. Her mother had taught her all sorts of other skills, but swimming? Nah. There hadn't been anything larger than a puddle-sized pond where Rosewater had formerly lived, and she had only gone near the water to drink from it. Now, here she was, at a clan that lived behind a cave with a waterfall, of all things- and where did that water come from? The river above, in the ghost town. The ivory-colored feline had gotten curious, not knowing much about the territory besides that the swamp was absolutely disgusting and way too boggy (this was a problem, since it was the main territory), and climbed the treacherous path to the top of the cliff, to look at the ghost town. She hadn't come in contact with much human things, and had marveled at it for a while, until her attention turned to the river.
It was a mass of churning water, and it looked scary, but since Rosewater had never seen such fast-moving water, she had decided to approach it a little closer. The bank of the river was sort of muddy, a sharp contrast between the dry earth around the rest of the ghost town, and the little cat recoiled in disgust. However, as she did so, one of her paws slipped. In a heartbeat, she had fallen into the river, clawing at the sides of the bank but getting no traction. Rosewater's paws frantically slapped at the water, but it was no good. It was all she could do to keep her head above the water, much less actually move to the side of the bank and get out.
