**Codwhisper**
The spotted tom struck out confidently with his webbed paws. The current swept over him and he watched Asterhawk pull ahead. He huffed frustratedly and put his all into paddling forward. The water ahead looked better though before he even saw the fish, his mouth began watering as though it knew. Had he skipped breakfast that morning? It wouldn't be the first time the tom had rushed himself out of camp without thinking about eating first. His paw grazed a slick fish and distracted him for a heartbeat. He corrected himself and focused on pushing forward through the water. He'd come back to this spot later for a quick meal, after he won this race.