.Frog Legs (closed)

Otterfoot smiled and agreed with her evaluation of her performance and Rookpaw beamed back him, warmth blooming inside her once more. He asked what else she had done wrong and Rookpaw broke eye contact again, watching the reeds that swayed gently in the wind.

What else had she done wrong? It had been more than just jumping late? She went over the situation again, rewinding and fastforwarding through the events over and over again.

She had waited for the frog to move - waited too long, the frog had escaped. She should have jumped when the frog first opened his mouth, at the first sliver of pink, and not once it was all the way open. She had leapt after it and tried to catch it as the frog effortlessly slid through the water, both of them scattering the wild animals in their wake.

“Was it that…” she started uncertainty, eyes focusing back on him after a long moment of thinking, “Was it that I scared all them frogs, when I went after that there frog?” she asked, voice wavering slightly in her bewilderment.

"Speaking"

Tag: :✶:freya.

Rookpaw listened carefully and nodded slowly along with Otterfoot’s words. The water could steal her force and speed? What a tricksy thing, that water, stealing things that it didn’t have any right too.

The water could steal much more, Rookpaw knew, it could steal one’s life. The RiverClan were more at peace with water than any other. The water was a way of life, for them. Other cats feared the water because they didn’t understand its strength. Riverclan respected the water, because they were at peace with its power.

Otterfoot suggested that she strengthen her legs to farther her jumping length. Rookpaw slowly backed up a few steps, considering the legs with a careful stretch before licking some water off of her right hind foot.

“So, I gotta make these legs stronger, yeah?” she said, placing her foot back on the ground and extending her rear claws into the moist soil, “And a cat does that by practicing them jumps, yeah?”

She waited for confirmation before smirking a little, “Best start practicing them jumps now!” Without another word she thrust herself forward, leaping towards Otterfoot. Her front paws were extended out to better slam into him with, but the claws upon them were sheathed - she didn’t plan on hurting him. 

Rookpaw knew that Otterfoot was a warrior, knew that his larger size and greater knowledge would put her at a distinct disadvantage but she was hoping she could get some exercise in while playing around. Besides, maybe she would land a lucky hit? Maybe he happened to be distracted by a jumping fish and didn’t notice her when it was too late? She wouldn’t know until she landed!


"Speaking"

Tag: :✶:freya.
Notes: Rookpaw is feeling playful!