Smallstream crept quietly over the sandy earth and stones that made up the interior of WaveClan territory. It didn't take long for them to reach the River Rock.
Everything had been so hectic lately. The death of the old LeafClan leader was a tragedy. They might be an enemy clan, but it was always sad to see a leader fall. Smallstream hadn't been on that patrol, but Duckclaw told them all about the events. No one was really willing to say who exactly had struck the killing blow. LeafClan might be looking for a fight, but here at home... some things might be better left unsaid.
With all that, along with the usual hustle of clan life, it was a little much for Smallstream's nerves. Their sister might know how to take charge, and Mousewhisker could get along well enough, but they felt shut down.
However, nothing could stand up to the power of fishing. Smallstream waded out into the calm waters of the bend, then rose to perch on a rock poking out of the current. They reached their front paws in- then slipped! They fell into the water headfirst with a small splash.