A very likely confession Rapidstorm
Rapidstorm trotted quickly through the willow groves. The river had risen even more since his last meeting with Leopardpelt and the young tom didn't want to risk having a swim with the current moving so fast with nearly as many tree branches as fish. The water felt different, grittier and colder, not as welcoming and almost terrifying. He didn't feel safe in the water like he had days before, not it felt like a darkness that could end him in the blink of an eye.
Willow branches swayed in the breeze, dangling reeds brushing his back as he weaved through the thick grey trunks. Mud slicked his paws and his normally white underbelly was stained grey and brown. He hadn't had a chance to groom the grit from his fur before leaving camp to meet the tom. He normally didn't care what he looked like, but his stomach knotted in apprehension, a little self-conscious about how much of a mess he must look like. His cheeks stung where the heavy