The Fisher Crew (RP Thread)
-The morning sun was warm and reflecting off the surface of the still water through the shafts of light that descended from heaven through the thick overhead of trees that surrounded the rusted out hull of an old ship. It was 3 levels tall, 4 if one included the raised cabin that now was flush with greenery and leaves. The hull was breached in several places, providing apt entrances for vermin as well as the cats that called the vessel home for years. Old bones of long dead humans still sat long cleaned of their flesh, half submerged in the mud or overgrown by trees, or scattered at the bottom of the river. Mysteriously none of them managed to make it despite the very minor severity of the crash many many generations of felines ago. Mysteriously it was only the cats aboard the ship that managed to survive the endeavor, and they had carved out a community for themselves in the wreckage.
On this day like many others, cats were sunning themselves in the spotlights of sun on the deck of the ship. Deckard was one of them, her face looking down into the water, as her shoulder braced themselves as she put her weight on the rim of the ship. In the water the light danced along the ripples as fish swam about, past the shade of the boat. They made for easy prey for the good fishers of the crew. She was mesmerized by their rainbow scales.

