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The fiery cub didn't have to be asked twice. Grinning from ear to little ear, she yipped loudly and pounced toward her aunt, splattering thin brown gruel over both of them. Of course, this was her second coating. Her parents were in for a rather challenging bath time later. Knowing them, they would likely carry her down to the lake and dunk her rather than try to lick this mess from her sticky, gooey fur.

"Ororo!" Wildfire babbled as she smacked her tiny paws into the mud puddle, laughing as the liquid ooze danced into the air. "Hiyeee!" Her golden eyes lifted to Finley's face, seeing what her aunt thought of her antics, then dropped again as Wildfire abruptly decided to dip her entire face into the sludge.