Confession

Rosewater sat silently on the riverbank, shifting anxiously as she routinely paused to groom her already neat ginger pelt. The sun was high in the sky, shinning down on the nervous she-cat with a bright smile projected by its warm friendly rays. Her tail was draped over her paws, and her position sagging. Though her appearance looked rather dignified - a smoothly groomed pelt and graceful position - her eyes betrayed her uneasiness. Rosewater's cerulean orbs seemed to portray her doubt.

She had asked Silentstrike to meet her by the small river that cut through their territory, one routinely used to hunt minnows. The particular location was chosen specifically because Rosewater, after careful consideration, wanted to learn how to hunt properly. The only cat who she knew was aware of the flaws in her education was her deputy, so she kindly asked if he would mentor her for a while. She had rushed away before he could give an answer, but she was sure that he would help. He seemed awfully determined to tell her that she could have gotten better teachings if she was smart enough to ask for aide, and it would be hypocritical of him to refuse when she asked now.

Though new hunting skills was her main intention of this time with Silentstrike, she secretly had another motive. Getting the tom alone was one reason she asked for private tutoring, though she had yet to firmly decide on whether she would do it or not. Her growing attraction for the RiverClan warrior seemed to have reached a breaking point. Rosewater was apprehensive at first, but now she knew how much she needed to know if he returned her affections. It seemed to claw at her insides, the urge so strong that she needed to quench the fire that burned inside of her. She couldn't seem to get the tom out of her head. So far she had yet to notice if he was aware of her attraction, but if he wasn't, she felt bold enough to tell him so.

Or so she thought.

Silentstrike quietly padded through the territory, walking alongside the river as he usually did on his ways to mentoring, deputy talks, stuff like that. He always almost smiled at the calm river, watching all the fish swimming by. The tom saw Rosewater in the distance with his striking blue eyes.
"Here we go," he muttered to himself, keeping the same half-frown, half-smile he always had around camp. "So... hunting?" he meowed restlessy as he walked up to the she-cat. He looked for her carefully for a quick second, hesitating. Something seemed stuck in his clanmate's head.
Silentstrike quickly shook his head while Rosewater wasn't looking... it was probably just nothing...
Right?

OOC: Sorry about the delay. ;n; I was planning on how exactly she was going to confess.

IC: Rosewater's head whipped to the sound of Silentstrike's voice, a relieved expression when she distinguished the identity. She smoothed her tongue over her pelt once more before getting to her paws, awkwardly stumbling as she did so.

"Y-yeah." she started, cursing herself at the lame greeting. Way to be charming, Rosewater.

She slowly approached the stream on unsteady paws, her mind in apprehensive thought. The ginger she-cat motioned erratically with her tail for him to demonstrate, but was unsure if the tom received the message, what with her sloppy movement.

Silentstrike turned and stared deeply into the river, watching the movement of the rippling water, studying for a school of fish. The deputy waited a good minute or so, when he suddenly lunged his paw in the water. From above the water, Rosewater probably just saw a fit a wriggling from the fish, and Silentstrike brought the fish up from the water and bit it, delivering the killing blow.
"That's how you hunt," his mew muffled by the large fish. He tossed it aside to start a small pile for fresh-kill. "You try," he offered.

ooc: Didn't feel like I had to use the dice, but you probably should.

IC: Rosewater nodded a little faster than she should have. Though her eyes never left the tom, she had other things on her mind rather than his posture and the way he hunted. She briefly caught his motions, though, and nevertheless went to try as Silentstrike beckoned her forward. She felt pang in her heart as her reluctance overpowered her will, and complying to buy herself time only proved her cowardliness.

She carefully padded closer to the river, mimicking Silentstrike's stance. She felt painfully apprehensive knowing that her heartache was watching.

She tried to mimick his movements while her paw jabbed toward a fish, claws unsheathed.

OC: The dice isn't on. You know how to turn it on, though, right?

ooc: Activated dices.