Talk:The Marsh/@comment-4312567-20131121070454/@comment-5820956-20131121071425

Mosskit followed the pair of toms, her belly pressed to the soft, sticky mud. This is going to take a lot of explaining when I get back to camp she thought still, all the explaining to the other kits and queens will be worth it, I'm finally out of the camp and into the territory euphoria (<-- that was one of mah spelling words a couple of weeks ago actually) coursed through her. The exultion made her careles though, and she stepped on a twig. The crack echoed across the watery surface. Mosskit froze as the cats tensed and whipped their heaps around. She hoped the long marsh grass hid her from their eyes, and the sticky, cloying mud from their noses. The seconds felt like years.