As if on cue, Honeysuckle darted into the clearing, a golden blur. She skidded to a stop, tilting her head. Her eyes were surveying the river for any fish, and when she spotted none, leaped in. She swam to the bottom and reached a paw out, skimming the surface. She popped up, shaking water out of her eyes and fur. "Hey, guys! Learning how to swim today, Palepaw?" she asked, smiling.