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Clementine stared down at the water with furrowed brows. She knew it was nearly winter, the time in which the fish would be less active but she figured there would still be a few lingering near the surface. The woman was crouched slightly, standing in a cat of nine-tails bush. She knew the Fish weren't intelligent beings but she assumed if they had seen her menacing ebony body hovering over the lake they weren't going to come say hello. Thus, the woman waiting, staring downward, and with a ready paw. Clem's rump wiggled in mild excitement as she witnessed a Bass move closer towards her location. Closer.. Closer.... and WHACK! The woman quickly stuck her paw in the water with the intent to slap the fish from the water like a Bear. Water splashed all over her frontal form and before she knew it the fish was flapping away on the shoreline. Flop, flop, flop it went. Clementine then quickly pounced, attempting to pin the fish to the ground with two black paws. But, she was not so lucky as she fish managed to flop itself back into the water and quickly swim away. A quickly growl of frustration bubbled from her throat as the now sopping wet woman plopped down on her rump. A huff could also be heard as she longingly stared downward at the water. Not only did the femme pout, she assessed her mistakes mentally. If she would have hit it harder the fish would not have landed so close to the water and been able to escape. Clementine concluded that she doubted the prowess of a dying flopping fish.

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