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Post by angelsong on Mar 24, 2013 18:52:14 GMT -5
Angel continued swimming in blissful glee, completely unaware of the cat she disturbed. The water was the only place where Angel truly felt at home. She'd heard stories of catfish; cats with tails like fish who lived underwater. When she first discovered swimming she often dreamed of becoming one of those creatures so she could live in the river. So much for that dream. Angel dove back under the water and glided against the current. She felt freer with every second. She surfaced just long enough to get air, then it was back to gliding. Air, glide, air, glide. That was all she thought about.
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Post by silverclaw on Mar 24, 2013 19:01:57 GMT -5
Silver looked towards a strong tree branch not too high overhead, that ended directly over the deepest part of the river. She had a great idea. She climbed up the tree, and pulled herself up to the branch. She walked across it carefully, sure not to go down to early. As she reached the ending point of the branch she looked down. She figured she was about ten feet above the river. She took in a deep breath, and leaped off of the branch to the rushing current below. She splashed into the water, water spewing out into the air like a fountain. She kept her eyes open, and could see fish. She recognized the fish, catfish. They were fish sort of like cats, with whiskers and all, but had a tail, fins, gills, and scales instead of what a cat would. They kind of reminded her of a mermaid. As she felt herself becoming low on oxygen in her body, she swam to the surface, and breathed in more air. She swam back under, watching the fish, and seeing her surroundings. Being underwater was a beautiful paradise to Silver, compared to what she was used to above water. The river was her home away from home.
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Post by angelsong on Mar 24, 2013 19:12:15 GMT -5
Angel surfaced, sniffed the air, and scrambled up onto a boulder. This was about the place she started. She sat there, panting, for several moments. Her heartbeat slowly went back down. As soon as the wind had started drying her pelt, Angel plunged right back in. This time, she glided with the current. Air, glide, air, glide. She felt as close as possible to flying. The water made her soar; her outstretched front paws were her wings. In that moment, anything seemed possible. Anything. Angel stayed in the water until a deep chill came upon her. She felt cold, but not just any cold. Every strand of hair on her pelt was wilted with frost. Her muscles ached, but dully because they were losing their feeling. Her very bones were starting to numb. Angel obediently found her way back to solid ground and started licking her pelt dry. Once, she had ignored the ache and continued swimming with the current. When she finally started going back to where she started, Angel was so tired she had passed out the moment she found a patch of grass. She had felt overly tired and sore for days. Never again would that happen, Angel had vowed.
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