On The Move [Private]

[Abyssopelagic]

Dimhazel carefully lead their group through the territory, eyes and ears focused on their surroundings more than on the accompanying party. They hadn't quite reached RiverClan territory yet, but there was little helping the urge to be cautious.
Once the border was in sight, they slowed to a stop, signaling for the others to as well, glancing around for some exposed mud. It was of importance they weren't caught or left a followable trail.
They turned to address the others, voice sounding all to loud in the quiet.
"We should find some mud and roll in it. It won't be pleasant, but it'll help cover our scent."
They glanced around the area for an exposed patch, indicating to it before approaching. Rather than expecting anyone else to go first, they took the first few rolls, repressing a shudder as they felt the damp earth stick to and weigh down their fur.
It was somehow worse than accidentally sleeping outside and waking covered in dew.
With what they felt would be an appropriate amount without completely and unnecessarily coating themself, they stood and moved out of the way, allowing Bumblebreak and Shallowshiver to roll in it now, but turned the other way so they could all preserve some dignity.

@Slushie @Atticus

[dino.]

// @Atticus @Rainquail

>Bumblebreak<

Her fur had been bristling since the moment Cinderstar had told them all what they'd be doing. She knew Skystar and Snowleap would be gone during... whatever this was. And it would be a lie to say she hadn't been a little bit disappointed that she wasn't tagging along. But this was the best chance they'd get to seeing if those RiverClan rats actually had a part to play in Cinderpaw's disappearance. (Which they OBVIOUSLY DID, and anyone who couldn't see it were either blind or just plain dumb.)

She stopped as Dimhazel did, eyeing the patch of mud with no more than a hint of distaste. "Well, at least it'll keep the stench of RiverClan outta our noses." She approached till her paws sank into the stuff and then slowly lowered herself down. It honestly didn't smell all that bad—the feeling of it squelching between her toes was the worst part, and her expression scrunched as she climbed back out, thoroughly covered.

Yeah, this was going to be a pain in the butt to wash off.

"Ready when you guys are," she muttered. Unfortunately, she would not be allowed to sink her claws into any fish-pelts, nor would she be able to bundle Cinderpaw away if she did see her... but there was always next time, and when Bumblebreak found her, she'd give Skystar more than a few choice words.