You trudged through the murky, crocodile infested water trying to find a way onto the marshland. A stick, or lily pad something to climb on. The muddy water lapped at your pelt, its weight dragging you down. Thick mist clouded your vision, you could barely see a whisker-length in front of you. You questioned if there was any prey lurking about. It was about dusk for all you knew, or maybe even dawn. The wind howled and blew at your pelt. It seemed very gloomy, hazardous and life-threatening, but you were positive you could out run a crocodile, there weren't very good runners after all. Their scaly, rough skin made you shiver. The sunless sky was covered in luminous stars, the thick mist was thinner so now your could see a tail length in front. Green eyes glared at your ominously. You stare