This one-shot was written for StormXRaven's contest, hope you enjoy. R&R please
Mistpelt sat on a sun-warmed stone staring at the river with disgust as she remembered...
*Flashback thingy*
"Hey Mistkit, we're going to the river wanna come?" Branchkit asked kindly. "Sure!" Mistkit replied with a grin and padded of after him and the other kits on the leaf-strewn earth. They soon reached the part of the river that was in camp. "WOW!" Reedkit exclaimed when she saw the rain-swollen river. "Yeah." Mistkit agreed. "Look there's a fish!" Branchkit called out after peering into the gushing water. "Let me see!" Mistkit called out then rushed towards where Branchkit had stood. She a saw a beutifull fish, the sun glinting off of it's silvery back. "It's beautiful" Mistkit murmured padding closer, to the rocky shore. Suddenly a terrified shriek sounded, louder than the racing river. Mistkit had fallen into the shinning water and was being dragged helplessly down the river. One of the senior warriors, Whitestone, heard her screech and dived in after her. Soon there were two dripping wet she-cats lying on the shore.
*End of flashback thingy*
Mistpelt got up and padded back into camp bringing with the mouse that she had cought in the more lush and green parts of Waterclan territory. She walked up to the fresh-kill pile and dropped the mouse. She looked at the meagre pile and decided that she should see if she could catch anything else, so she padded out of camp in search for some juicy pray. She hadn't gone far when she smelt the scent of vole and she followed it to find the small furry creature nibbling something. The vole, so intent on its tasty morsel, did not notice until the last moment. Mistpelt made a succesfull kill and returned to camp after catching a few more unsuspecting creatures. She carried them back to camp and dropped them on the pile, keeping the vole for herself and padded away to eat in the clearing with her denmates. She sat down, the sun shinning warmly on her back.
It was sundown a few sunrises later and Mistpelt lay curled up in her nest, trying, but failing to get some sleep. She padded out to sit under a leafy bush, shielding her from the pouring rain that had been bothering the clans for three sunrises. She stared at the river, embarrassment flooding her as she rembered the day she fell in as a kit. She wondered if the river was going to overflow, it was rushing by much faster than usual. Suddenly a high pitched yowl broke the silence in which Mistypelt was sitting. She glanced in the direction of the river and saw a kit trying to swim against the strong current of the river. Mistypelt didn't think twice about leaping into the icy river. She shivered but didn't slow down as she tried reaching the poor kit. It was being dragged downriver pretty fast and Mistpelt was swimming as fast as she could with the little experiance she had. A thought flashed through her mind This isn't soo bad she swum harder and faster soon catching up to the kit she was left thinking I am actually kind off enjoying this, luckily my mentor's hard work in teaching me how to fish won't go to waste anymore. Mistpelt had pulled the bedragled kit onto the sandy shore and licked her soaking fur the wrong way to warm her up. She took the poor scrap back to her mother were Mistpelt watched her suckle.
A sunrise later the clan was surprised to find out that Mistpelt now loved swimming and they could hardly keep her out of the water. She soon became the best fisher in the clan.
This was written last moment so it is kind of rushed, I hope you like it and please tell me if you do by reviewing.