[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by Ever

It didn't take the molly long to find what she had come for. Frogs in leaf fall were dumb and numb with cold. They sat at the marsh's edge in the sun, trying to heat themselves a little bit longer before they burrow deep into the mud to survive the leaf bare. Sure they weren't the tastiest prey, but that's not what the competition was about it was about the fastest kill. Within five minutes the mottled warrior had a plump bullfrog in her jaws and trotted triumphantly back to the spot she'd last seen Jaguarclaw. Though he was nowhere to be seen so she followed his trail. She wasn't worried until she got within sight of him, his legs caught deep in the muck that made up the majority of their clan's territory. She dropped the frog at the base of a nearby pine, taking no more than a second to scrape one paw's worth of needles over the kill before rushing to the tom's side. She wasn't teasing or malicious in her look, she was actually concerned. It was uncommon but it did happen that cats got seriously stuck and required more than one injured molly to pull them free. "Are you stuck?" she asked, getting a little close, but not enough so reach him yet.

Jaguarclaw simply waited for someone to find him. He didn't want to risk his hind legs sinking and causing things to be way worse. The mud was icy now, sending shivers down his spine and causing his fur to bush out slightly to hold warmth in.

Finally, movement caught the corner of his green hues and his head turned to see it was Marbledface. Relief flooded his gaze, but that was shortly followed by embarrassment. His ears felt hot, but he didn't let her see that. He could see the concern written all over her face. The Bengals tail swished a few times, partially gesturing for her not to draw closer in case she sank. "No, I decided to take a mud bath," he replied with a forced teasing tone to lighten the mood.

As much as he wanted to lighten the mood, slight terror reached over him. This was his worst fear. Sinking into the ground or simply being buried alive. Jaguarclaw wiggled his forepaws a little more. The muck didn't let his paws budge. "Disadvantages of Marsh lands," he commented, unsure of what to do. He didn't want Marbledfave to sink, although it was obvious he needed help now. "Are you light enough that the ground will hold you?" He asked. The Bengals size and weight was probably the main cause of this incident.