gotta have fun; [open!]

Dawnstorm wondered if there was a word for when the weather reflected ones emotions, and she was certain that there must be, though it escaped her grasp at that moment. The soft drizzle and overcast skies felt like a reflection of her heart at that moment. The downward dip she was edging along felt almost like wading out into the river during a storm, feeling for the ground, uncertain when a sudden dip or crashing wave could carry her away. This time she was unwilling to just go with the flow however, and was resisting with as much mental fortitude as she could manage. She had embarked on this solo hunting trip in order to avoid sleep claiming her for the third time that day. While it was working so far, she had been too sluggish to successfully catch anything.
She sighed dramatically, and continued pace down the river, and was surprised to find she wasn't the only one who was out enjoying the light rain fall. Among the fresh scents of wet plants, the scent of a fellow RiverClanner had also followed the river recently. It wasn't long before the sight of Snowsnap, crouching at the side of the river came into sight.
"Good morning, Snowsnap," She called by way of greeting, though her tone did not quite manage to capture a happy aura she had been aiming at. She padded over to sit a few mouse lengths from the fellow warrior before crouching at the warrior's side, "Out for a nice hunt in the rain too, are you?"

Dawnstorm flicked an ear thoughtfully as she watched the white warrior. She knew little about him, just generic things she knew about most of her clanmates, like his age and general outward attitude. She did know he didn't seem to enjoy being cooped up very much.

"I was hunting for land bound prey actually, but sadly I haven't been having much luck," She ducked her head and her ears went back with her embarrassment, "I suppose even the rain can't wake me up today."

Typically her hunting skills were her most useful skill as a warrior, so to fail so spectacularly was quite a shame. See? You can't do anything. What a waste of fur. The familiar cruel voice rang at the back of her head and she almost physically flinched, but instead just turned her eyes to the ground. She reminded herself that she had helped feed her Clan many times in the past, but the words rang hollow in her mind.

Why do they even bother with you?

"Maybe I'll try my paw at fishing instead," She forced herself to purr, though she nearly choked on it, "After all, that's our StarClan given gift as RiverClanners, isn't it?"

She sat  herself down, a few tail lengths away from him, eyeing the river with unfocused eyes. She pretended to take a proper fishing stance with one paw raised, and ensuring her shadow didn't fall upon the water's surface, but she doubted she was actually going to catch anything.She had been doing so well, keeping her head about the metaphorical water, but now, she suddenly felt like she was floundering.

Her dark thoughts were disrupted when a long powerful yawn escaped her, causing her to sway slightly and almost lose her balance. One would almost think she hadn't spent the better part of the last few days curled up in a tiny ball in her nest.

"Are you alright?!"
The torbie shook her head to wake herself, and then quickly snapped her eyes over to Snowsnap. Her skin was practically glowing with the heat of her embarrassment. She flattened her ears for a moment, but she forced a half smile.
"Yea, I'm fine!" She squeaked, forcing herself to laugh it off, "Just sleepy! Guess my mind hadn't really left the nest yet!"
She ducked her head, catching sight of the tom's catch. She flicked an ear, impressed at the size of the fish. A small competitive spark was managing to break through the heavy clouds in her mind. Thankful for even a glimpse of light she decided to foster the feeling, and use it to push back the weight that felt like it was dragging her down.
"Nice catch," She praised thoughtfully, "But can you catch another one like that?"
She hoped her tone was as playful and challenging as she meant it, returning her gaze to the water, her body rigid and eyes managing to focus on the ripples this time.
"If the other clans would rather go hungry then get their paws a little wet, then its their loss,"  She snapped her paw out suddenly, claws managing to hook a small silver fish from the river. She killed it swiftly, noting that it was smaller than Snowsnap's, "and our gain, I guess."
She was disappointed that her catch hadn't rivaled his, but instead of letting it get to her, she was determined to show him up. It was surprising, the sudden draw from the depths, and she could only hope she didn't plummet when the hunt was over.