Iris was... less than happy at the present moment.

Not only was she being forced to trek through muddy, filthy and disgusting land filled with toads and lizards and everything that she hated with a passion, but she had no idea where she was going, seeing as not even Vultureclaw was familiar with this so called “DarkClan”. Iris had thought it would be better for him to scout it out himself but held her tongue, seeing as this was an opportunity to hold information over his head this time. Sure, she could be killed without a second thought, but at least the idea sounded pretty nice. She’d wait and see.

Nevertheless, she found herself nearing the heart of the territory, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She was doing this for power, she told herself. For power and nothing more. Maybe there’s be a few cute toms but that’d be a bonus for afterwards. After she got out of this filth and cleaned out her fur a thousand times over. Maybe more, seeing as she was currently trying to hide and spy in it. Hopefully, nothing could get worse than this and she wouldn’t have to get her paws anymore dirty.