The light brown she-cat stood in the shallow river, washing off the dirt on her fur, you standing next to her “Beachfaceeeee,” You groaned, your tail lashing in inpatients, you rolled your eyes and looked up at the clouded sky. “Shush, I’ll only be a minute.” Beachface said, in her strong British accent. You huffed and strode off, climbing onto a rock and laying your head on your paws, this was boring. Is all you could say. You sighed, and groomed your chest fur