Posts by Yodeler

Steelpath stiffened, then bolted in fear. Not left, not right, but straight at the mutt. Some odd instinct in Steelpath told her to try to run past the mutt.

Steelpath heard a CRASH moments after she had dashed beneath the mutt's legs. Still sprinting, she desperately searched for somewhere that dog wouldn't expect her to go. Maybe in the water she thought as she impulsively dashed into the waves. The gray she-cat was taking a gamble. Since she had never met a this(or any, for that matter) dog before, she had no idea how well it could swim. However, she was an expert swimmer from her time in OceanClan. Could she outswim this mongrel? Only time would tell. She furiously started paddling.

Crisppaw was almost out of amazement. She had used too much in a single day. Not only did Nightpaw manage to catch a fish in mid-swim, she managed to utter three sentences without water filling her mouth!If that's not talent, I don't know what is Crisppaw thought humorusly. She had only been able to speak one or two words at a time.

"Sure!" Crisppaw replied with an unexpected confidence. Now that she had learned how to swim, she felt like she could achieve anything she set her mind to. The silver tabby paddled over to shoreline near Nightpaw, then daintily took a graceful step out in an attempt to look natural. After completely leaving the river, the WindClan apprentice shook herself vigorously is an attempt to lighten her now heavy pelt, soaking with water. If she lightened the load, it was only a little, but the she-cat did manage to fling water in every possible direction, creating a split-second rainbow as the bright summer sun sparkled on the droplets. She sat down on the bank of the river, ready to learn a new skill.

It had worked! Steelpath breathed a sigh of relief. This mutt obviously didn't expect her to go out to sea. It doesn't look like he's going to move, though she thought as she obsreved him standing on the sand. Well, I can't really go back to land with him there, so I guess I will just swim until he gets bored. Steelpath wasn't worried anymore. She felt like she could swim all day.

Crisppaw nodded in response to Nightpaw's instructions, then whipped her head abrubtly after hearing Songbird's voice. Upon the sight of the white she-cat, she thought It's that cat who's been watching us. Then, dunking her head into the water, scanned the fluid, flowing material for a fish. That's what I'm supposed to do, right? she thought, confused. From nowhere, a sudden tightness came over Crisppaw's throat. What's going on? Instinct told her to breath, so the silver tabby jerked her head to the surface. Gasping for air, she looked at Nightpaw. "Did I do it right?" she inquired.

"Oh, I guess I just ran out of air. I have another question, though. Do you swipe at the fish, or do you try to bite it?" Crisppaw asked before turning her head to scan for fish. She could still see them from the surface, right?

Well, that clears up what I'm supposed to do Crisppaw thought. "Thanks," she stated to Nightpaw, who was paddling in the river. Taking a deep and full breath, the silver tabby thrust her muzzle into the water, with the river almost to her chest. She scanned the flowing current for anything: a flash of silver light, movement, signs that revealed a fishes presence. What would be hare-brained enough to swim right in front of me? Crisppaw thought, questioning Nightpaw's logic. Suddenly, a silver pulse caught the apprentice's eye, bringing her back to buisness. What did Nightpaw say? Ah, yes. Take a swing at it with my paw she thought hurriedly, realizing she was running out of time. She would have to resurface soon, or she would drown. Plus, the fish won't stay still for an extended period of time. Well, here goes nothing she commented to herself as she batted at the fish. The fish did not like being attacked, apparently, and swam downstream where it wouldn't be disturbed by something trying to make a meal out of it. Crisppaw jerked her head to the surface, gasping for breath. "Whoops."

Out of character: That was fast.

In character: Firpelt trotted back down the path after some time, looking slightly stressed. "Uh, I couldn't find anything," he said sheepishly.

"Huh?" the long-furred brown cat asked.

"When will the... kits arrive?" he blurted out, shocked at the news. "Do you know?"

"Sure," she said with a newfound vigor. Failing had only made her want to try harder. She briskly padded over to the shoreline, her feet splashing as they made contact with the river. Crisppaw lifted off and started to paddle. After reaching the center of the river, she glance down. Can't see anything she bluntly thought. Pushing her head down, she momentarily forgot to fight the current and it swept her away.

Oh boy the silver tabby thought as Nightpaw appeared next to her. She must think I can't handle this Crisppaw pondered as she slowly started to head for shore. Paddling ever so subtlety, as to not fight the current, the WindClanner shifted towards the bank of the river.

"Really? The Elite helped you out of the river?" Crisppaw had always thought of the Elite as bloodthirsty hooligans, not saviors who helped drowning cats out of rivers. Getting back on topic, she stated," Oh, and I guess my freaked out tank is running low, so I wanted to conserve as much as possible. Shouldn't use too much in one day, you know," the apprentice said with a tone of humor.

"Oh, it's just a Twoleg term. I wasn't always a clan cat you know," Crisppaw said bluntly. " A tank is like a... well, all I know for sure is that's how monsters move. If monsters don't have anything in their tank, the won't patrol the Thunderpath."

Out of character. I hate to be a know-it-all, but I was curious on the gestation(pregnancy) period in cats, and several sources claimed that is only 63-65 days, and any externally noticeable changes would appear after six weeks. So she really only has about a moon left.

Steelpath was full of energy. The water wasn't too awfully cold. Well, at least it wasn't until a fast, hard breeze blew in. Now Steelpath was freezing. I can't keep this up much longer she realized with a shiver. The young cat started to look for somewhere to come back ashore, somewhere the mutt couldn't reach easily. Maybe over there she thought, referring to a shack with a dock that overlapped the sea. Trying to not bring attention to herself, Steelpath swam over to the dock and started to climb onto it.

"I don't think it works like that," Crisppaw said, sorry that she had to disappoint her RiverClan friend. "But we could always try," she added as she shook her thin coat, creating a spray of droplets. The WindClanner sat down on the shoreline and began to lick her right paw.

The word 'moon' refers to a moon cycle, which is a month. So put two and two together, and a moon= a month. I've read a lot of other book series that use the word moon instead of month