Post by sheari on Dec 19, 2009 12:19:42 GMT -5
She moved through the water in a way others would find distasteful. In fact, cats often found water in general distasteful for much other than drinking. Oddly, Dawnfeather cared not. She had been raised in a place with water, and once in her life, braving the waves of big water had been a challenge for only the strong. She had never had the chance to take that challenege, but one day, one day...
The silver she-cat dove, paddling with all her strength, trying her best to reach the bottom of the river. She'd done it once in another lake in another time. The water in the river was fresh like that lake had been but it moved like the big water had. The sudden memory of swimming with her past mate brough back to much oain, and she yowled. Bubbles exploded from her throat and she frantically surfaced. Her head rose from the water and she panted, her nose burning.
Swimming for the shore, Dawnfeather climbed onto the bank, shaking out her fur. With most of the water thrown out, she sat down and began to clean some of the river stuff off of her fur. Her head bobbed as she washed her chest.
[[Dawn will be played here until otherwise noted]]
The silver she-cat dove, paddling with all her strength, trying her best to reach the bottom of the river. She'd done it once in another lake in another time. The water in the river was fresh like that lake had been but it moved like the big water had. The sudden memory of swimming with her past mate brough back to much oain, and she yowled. Bubbles exploded from her throat and she frantically surfaced. Her head rose from the water and she panted, her nose burning.
Swimming for the shore, Dawnfeather climbed onto the bank, shaking out her fur. With most of the water thrown out, she sat down and began to clean some of the river stuff off of her fur. Her head bobbed as she washed her chest.
[[Dawn will be played here until otherwise noted]]