There was once two cats who were stuck in a swamp; a smelly, gross and sticky swamp. They had their clan leader to thank for that WONDERFUL choice of a temporary camp.
Well anyway, you and your very good friend Falconstep were out on a scouting mission and hunting patrol. Kinda.
"Hey Falconstep, how about we try to find something cool? Like anything that isn't mud? Maybe even prey! The one that finds the coolest thing gets the best piece of prey!"
With a grin you nudge the larger tom, silently convincing him to agree and get with you on this little contest. He grins back at you with a sort of sparkle in his eye.
You laughed and the both of you split up.
The swamp truly grossed you out. It stinks and the mud that sticks to you will be useless to wash off your paws. So you stink, you're dirty and starclan curse it you will not live here! If Auburnsun thinks he can make you live here permanently, then he's got mayor bees in his brain.
Maybe you should have him engage in mud wrestling to get him really dirty and get him to realize that this place really is a spot that the sun doesn't shine on. Whatever that means, your ma' used to say that about the forest and you knew she hated it. A lot.
A sudden yowl quickly catches your attention. Something was up!
Without a second thought you sprint towards the sound. It could be Falconstep or another clanmate in trouble!
Due to the mud you slip a lot and you just get more and more frustrated as you start jumping to keep your momentum up. That way you gained speed, not much though.
Falconstep! He's in trouble!