rolling in the deep {aspenpaw}

the sun shone red in a hazy gray sky, humidity in the air making everything seem a bit sticky to the touch. this was, of course, a common side effect of green-leaf in the rolling mountainous terrain of thunderclan, so at this point in his life foxstar was fully used to it. still, he was no less uncomfortable in his long silken coat, but the point in this was moot. he had promised aspenpaw a bit of training, and that was what he was going to have to do. it occurred to him, however, that there was a loophole in the too-hot work that was training. he grinned to himself, perhaps a bit evilly, while making his way casually through the forest with one particular location in mind.

the unabashed singing of frogs heralded its location long before he arrived there, and the amphibians soon shut up when he did crest a hill and make the descent down into the ravine where a large spring babbled happily away. ah yes, swimming lessons. if he was lucky, aspenpaw wouldn't be too squeamish about water- he had known plenty of thunderclan cats who rather enjoyed a bit of a swim. personally he wasn't one of them, for his coat was too much of a pain to groom afterwards, but on a melting hot day like this, he thought a bit of wading in the cool murky spring might do a cat some good.

aspenpaw was old enough he trusted her out in the territory alone, so, having already been out and about himself, he had simply given her a location and time to meet him there much earlier in the day. now, however, that he had arrived, foxstar was left to chew on worries. had something happened? had she forgotten? the slender tom cringed at the thought and busied himself with scenting the air for prey. a bit of hunting would do him good in the meantime.