Stuck in the Mud

Mudfoot didn't really know why he was walking towards the Carrion Place, but something told him to go there. The place smelt of rotten...everything and was dark. Even though he was a ShadowClan cat, the distrusting mud was plastered to his paws and was difficult to walk in. The tom's ears perked up when he heard the squeaks of rats. He gave a hiss not wanting the rodents to get the wrong idea and walked on. "Hello? Who's there?" Mudfoot asked nervously, hearing a faint mewl and a shadow that didn't look like a rat's in a dark corner.

RussetKit had gotten himself into quite the situation, he had wandered to this foul place in chase of a dead leaf that he refused to let get away. well, that had lead him into getting stuck in rather sticky mud. The kit let out a pitiful mewl for help.

Mudfoot crept forward finally seeing a kit. The small bundle of fur was covered in horrid smelling mud, probably barely able to stand. The tom sniffed the kit and looked around cautiously wondering if it was a rouges kit. No, a rouge wouldn't leave her kit in this place. Mudfoot gently picked up the kit by the scruff and walked to where he had entered. The rats defiantly didn't like cats for the tom could sense their never ending presence. One was daring enough to attack for Mudfoot soon felt sharp teeth bite down on his paws. He wanted to give a screech but couldn't drop the kit. So he made a dash for a hole in the fence, rodents chasing him. After what seemed like ages of running he clumsily slipped through the fence, leaving the carrion place behind him. Once Mudfoot was sure the rats were gone he slowed to a walk, the small cat still dangling in his jaws.

ooc-idk if he would technically be named russetkit yet because he is not a clan kit? But it's fine cause his true origins can be a mystery ;p (no need to reply to this ooc btw)

RussetKit dangled from the toms strong jaws freely, squeezing his eyes shut tight waiting to be somewhere safe.. and not covered in mud.

Mudfoot breathed heavily as he walked towards ShadowClan camp. "Sorry little one, I need a break." The tom huffed, setting down the kit and sitting his tired flank down at the base of a tree. "What in the world were you doing at the horrid place?" He asked looking at the kit though he didn't expect an answer.

The little kit shivered, too shaken to answer at first, Russetkit could actually hardly remember WHY he had even gone there. "Uuhh.. Uh.. " he studered.

"Don't worry it doesn't matter." He said kindly. "Do you have a name?" He titled his head. He has a wonderful russet color to his pelt... "I know! How about Russetkit!" Mudfoot exclaimed excitedly.

The little kit smiled, "i like it!" he gave a cough after those words, he was still covered in mud and shivering with cold

Mudfoot smiled and licked some muddy fur on the kits head. "Well, I'm asuming you don't have any parents..." The tom looked around. "I guess I'll take you back to camp." He picked up the kit by the scruff and stared walking towards camp.