Post by drizzlefur on Aug 31, 2017 15:50:28 GMT -5
"Ew ew ew, mud, mud everywhere, mud in places I didn't know mud could GET, ew ew ew." The constant barrage of complaining came from one Drizzlefur, who was so covered in mud she was barely recognizable. Her gray fur was slicked every which way, and looked more brown than the light gray she was used to. She stepped gingerly as she walked about the stream, wincing each time it oozed between her toes.
The flood had turned her beautiful territory into a mud pit. Fish dotted the area, rotting and stinking the place up. Normally the fragrance of fish made Drizzlefur drool, especially trout, but right now it was making her stomach turn. Some of the senior warriors had expressed concern about the crowfood attracting predators. The Clan couldn't afford foxes, not right now.
Which brought her and a few Clanmates here, to the stream. They were to clean up the crowfood and bury it, so deep down the stench wouldn't attract even an actual crow. Drizzlefur had been excited at first. Her first warrior mission! This would protect the Clan and she'd be hailed as a hero! As time had gone on though, that excitement has waned. Now all she wanted to do was lay down and take a nap.
Drizzlefur caught sight of a scaly body, caught under the roots of a willow tree, and she grimaces. "Oh, this is going to go swell." she grumbled, heading towards it. She could already see where this was going to go.