(ft. Shadestream and Slatepaw)

     
      "Slatepaw, can you calm down please?" Shadestream - in all his black-pelted glory - padded across the white sand of SeaClan's beach.

      "Nope," The yellow eyed apprentice ahead of him popped, kicking up a shower of sand as she skipped across the shore, getting closer and closer to the shore with every bound, "Nope, nope, nope."

      Shadestream sighed, racing to keep up with his apprentice.
"You are truly insufferable."

      "I know." Slatepaw nodded ferociously, "Sharkpaw says so all the time."

      Sapphire waves crashed only a few tail-lengths ahead of the pair, spraying salty mist high in the air. The sparkling coral and rocks that replaced sand a little way out could be seen clearly through the clean waves.

      Slatepaw dashed towards the shoreline, jumping quickly into the foam left by a crashing wave. She yowled at the cold touch of the water, but the sound was quickly replaced with laughter.

      Her mentor padded after her.
"What's the first rule of being an apprentice?" Shadestream asked, whipping her with his tail.

      Slatepaw stopped her splashing, and then hung her head.
"No waves without others." She muttered, and retreated conspicuously from the shallows.

      Shadestream raised an eyebrow.
"You can come back now." He announced once she'd reached dry sand.

      The apprentice and mentor swam quickly over the crashing waves, walking until their feet floated off the reef. Of course, if they tried they could hop from submerged rock to rock, but both enjoyed the feel of water in their fur.

      It took very little time to reach the reef-line. Slatepaw was an accomplished swimmer - one of the reasons she was chosen to become a diver - and Shadestream was a diver. He knew these waters like the back of his paw.

      "It's so deep." Slatepaw gasped once she was crouched on the raised edge of the reef, Shadestream beside her. The water went down so far the bottom wasn't visible - only a black void seemed to await below. But the water sparkled, tiny white crested waves brushed the apprentices paws.

      "Indeed." Shadestream grumbled, itching to get in the water, "And it's dangerous too. So stick with me."

      Slatepaw's eyes widened as her mentor launched himself into the surf, disappearing below a passing wave.
Worry clouded her mind - but only for a moment. The sleek black head of Shadowstream emerged from a cloud of mist.

      "What are you waiting for?" He lifted his head from the waves, treading water, "Are you a diver or not?"

      Slatepaw was. She launched herself into the waves. Water rushed past her ears - water that was crisper, lighter, fresher, /colder/ than the water of the reef. And she loved it.

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I'll be doing a series of insiders into SeaClan life as the roleplay continues.

This time featuring foetus Slateleap and her mentor Shadestream, who went on to become deputy. And then died.

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Well hope you enjoy or smth