"Great StarClan, I'm not running an apprenticeship program on fishing!" Brightstream growled when she saw Hawkfrost's head emerge from the bushes on the shore. "I'm not going to teach you how to fish, or how to swim, so if you fall in, I can only pull you out." The silver she-cat jerked out a paw. The next moment, the paw had a minnow impaled on a curved claw.

"It's okay, my parents taught me how to swim and fish when I was a 'paw." He replied glancing at Brightstream.

"Aren't you ShadowClan? I'm sure Dawnpelt would disagree with you swimming and fishing." The she-cat mewed without lifting her gaze from the water.

"My mother took a RiverClan mate."

Brightstream looked up.

"Who was it?" she asked.

"Duskfur."

"Strange thing, I thought Rippletail was his mate." Brightstream plucked another fish from the water. Nearby, Mistflame and Icefrost were struggling.

"These things are slippery!" Mistfame complained. "Why are they so hard to catch? I'd rather hunt voles anyday."

"You'll appreciate them when you've got one. The taste is well worth the effort you know." Hawkfrost turned around. "I'm going to eat in my nest, would you care to join me? See you later, Brightstream." He ducked through the bracken and vanished. Meanwhile, Mistflame had toppled into the lake, screeching. A surge of water lifted her up and washed her ashore.

"You're not supposed to use your power now, Mistflame! Crystalheart burst through the ferns. "You're only supposed to use it in an emergency!" The long-haired she-cat barged over. 

"Brightstream. We need to talk. My den. Now."