into the meanering river.. {{open}}

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ryestar .
so you think you can stone me and spit in my eye...
so you think you can love me and leave me to die...

the sun shone warmly as a light ginger tabby walked along the river's edge, enjoying the serenity of the water as it flowed, letting the soothing energy run through his veins. his fur was, as usual, standing in tufty chunks, not that the riverclan leader particularly cared. spotting a comfortable spot on the bank, he settled beside the constantly flowing river, relishing in the feeling of it softly pulling at his paws as he dipped them in. he considered attempting to fish, until he realized he hadn't seen any that were the proper size to catch down in this part of the river thus far. shrugging his muscular shoulders, he let himself relax a bit, since his clan was well-fed and comfortable, unlike when he was deputy. he immediately pushed the thought out of his mind, refusing to think about the bad memories.

he was still in a state of shock and awe at the stunning event that had been his leadership ceremony. not even happening a moon ago, he remembered seeing his uncle and mentor, troutfin. how i miss that old fox. i wish he had been able to fight off the greencough, but his hunger made it impossible. i wonder what he thinks of my being leader... the tom pondered, fondly thinking about his dear uncle. closing his dark copper eyes, ryestar let the gentle breeze and flow of the river take him to a peaceful state of mind.

beginning to feel the heat of the sun pounding down on him, the large ginger tom slipped the rest of the way into the water, pleased with the temperature of his beloved river. he could already feel his breathing growing easier. of course, he had his breathing issue, which was more of a nuisance than anything that he needed to be concerned with. it had a fairly easy fix; simply going into the water or shade whenever his pelt grew too hot. within minutes of this, the leader's breathing returned to normal and he would be ready to continue whatever it was he was doing. though, at the moment, he was more enjoying a peaceful swim. the easier breathing was simply an added bonus to his decision to take some of his free time to go to the river.

"this is the life..." he purred, satisfied with life in that moment.

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