river runs deep | tagged Aug 4, 2020 10:48:22 GMT -6
Post by rain on Aug 4, 2020 10:48:22 GMT -6
River found herself absent mindedly prodding stones and pebbles into orderly piles as the sun dwindled, a quiet detour from her intricate patrolling around the dens of her comrades, scouring for specificly hued or rounded rocks that littered the ground. As her icy gaze rested on her hard earned trophy of minerals, she sighed in satisfaction at the perfected correlation before her. Not only did every stone confess a pattern of coarse yet sun catching glimmer, but the colors blended into the same spectrum, blues, purples, magentas, brownish reds, bluish grays, and...
there was one that looked a little too red. Unfortunately, it was nestled comfortably in the pile, a few bulky body guards locking her target in on multiple sides. The pile's chance of survival was decreasing, but sacrifices had to be made. With quick and precise movements, River snapped at the miniature mountain with calculated teeth, snatching up with blind speed, a stone. And just as predicted, her stony throne crumbled, and with it, the red rock, perching proudly in the debris of--
River suddenly spat out the stone she grabbed onto the ground like a spoiled lunch, eyes on fire as she directed her attention to the, more than obvious, blue gray rock. It had been doing absolutely no harm, and like a fox taking kits from a mother cat, ripped it from it's perfectly placed home. Wow. Maybe, just maybe, if she were at all any good at anything, then just maybe, that rock would have been saved. But as River aggressively knocked away her precious findings, she came to the same conclusion she always has had: try, try, until you die.
It was then the approaching scent of one of the trainees stopped her in her silent tantrum. With a delicate sniff, River recognized Hemlock. In the depths of her heart, she respected him for his bravery in all his help to their tribe mates , and fully names him responsible for the savior of their tribe. But that would never be words for any ears to swallow. Especially since Hemlock was just a dork through and through. He was a kit to her, and always would be. And it was very unfortunate for him to stumble on a kit moment of her own.
"Do you mind?"