Maybe it's a twisted kind of love, Maybe I'm not giving enough!
Under normal circumstances, Obscuro would scoff at the idea of her weekly task, this was riverclan people here should know how to swim, right? Yet time and time again- Obscuro found that thought proven wrong and it's disappointing that they don't know how to even do thier namesake well. Obscuro was well past twisted, and her name meant twisted in latin, so- what where these fish-fuckers doing? Really- it had been so long since she even used that terminology, but obscuro was a little past manners at this point. Sure, she gotten the task as a means of distraction- a while ago. And yet she found herself actually doing it, not because she wanted to but because they needed it.
Thankfully, the sun was out and harsh. Would make the sand painful to anyone who was unused to it, not as hot as it could have been- she would know she lived in a dessert before. But it was enough to sooth the beast, the sun reflecting the worn body like warning sigils. Warming her back and really- a perfect day for sunning- and swimming alike. So there wasn't as much hassel to teach it as there could have been. Still- Obscuro dug out a small relatively shallow ditch next to water's edge for any smaller children that wanted to partake on the lesson- and would serve as a humiliation-time out sort of thing for anyone who disobeyed her. Yes, she was being serious, because people shouldn't be drowning and washing ashore on their clan border. It was ridiculous, and set a frown on the beast's maw as she announced her swimming lessons.
"I'm hosting swimming lessions over here, and before you turn around, were learning how to save a someone from drowning just in case as well." Obscuro knew that other's would consider themselves good swimmers- would think this is unnecessary, but saving a life- seemed to be a great deal here and Obscuro had no idea why- it was just annoying to bury the bodies since no one seemed to think burning was an option.