All The Dogs Would Lick Your Fingers 𓆟 Rabbit Caught In A Trap

[Mosspool]

𓆝 . ° ✦ The twolegs had the whole clan on edge. Even routine patrols had become tense and perilous. Everyone had to be constantly vigilant for twolegs and be ready to scatter the moment one appeared. There was little room for casual conversation in such an atmosphere.

The patrol she was currently on had been almost entirely silent. It had been thankfully uneventful thus far, but that did nothing to ease her nerves. As she walked she scanned the territory carefully, looking for anything out of place. Then her ear twitched. Her steps slowed until she came to a stanstill, her ears perking up. She glanced around cautiously. "Do you hear that?" Mosspool asked the other members of her patrol in a hushed tone. She could have sworn she heard a distant sound. It almost sounded like a rabbit's cry, but she had never heard one of them make a sound quite like that. For a moment she hesitated, considering whether to continue along the normal route or investigate, before turning towards the sound and flicking her tail to signal the rest of the patrol to follow.

With each step the cries grew louder in her ears, until she pushed through a patch of reeds to see a rabbit thrashing on the ground. For a moment it almost looked like it was struggling against the air, until the gleam of something silvery around its leg caught her eye. There was something like string wrapped around it, tying it to the ground. It looked too thin to be sturdy, but the rivulet of blood running down the rabbits leg showed that it had held fast against the creatures desperate escape attempts. With each desperate thrash the wire only dug itself deeper into the rabbit's skin. Mosspool couldn't help but shudder at the sight. "What in the star's name is this?"

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ooc Information

• ooc: — bluegill for the bingo!
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  MOSSPOOL — SHE/HER ･ 17 MOONS ･ WARRIOR of RIVERCLAN ･ PENNED BY @empyrean !

  Longhair black tabby with deep green eyes. Mosspaw is a very tall molly, standing a head above most cats her age. She has a slim, willowy physique with subtle musculature built up from a lifetime of constant training that lends itself well to swimming and running. Long, thick brown fur falls over her form with tabby patterning across it. Her eyes are a vibrant green, and shine with a bright intelligence and confidence.

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[claythorn]

The twolegs had done nothing but encroach on her mental. She had been there when Troutsnout was found missing. She was there when Moonbeam was abducted. Each moment was a struggle- and she was sure that Beepaw had every reason to hate her now. Claythorn moved on silent paws, near Mosspool, with sharp eyes focused upon the ground and forward to ensure that she herself was not going to get trapped.

Ears twitched as Mosspool's did, her question coming hushed. Claythorn's head turned, and she nodded quietly. She hadn't ever hunted rabbit before- they normally did pop up around her, and she was better at bringing in the bird and mice for the clan then fish. She followed Mosspool towards the location for the sound, and her eyes widened gently at the trap.

It was... an awful sight, but she couldn't feel bad for it. What she did feel was anger- twolegs were now preying upon their food source. "Twolegs." Claythorn spat out, ears flattening against her leg. Just like rouges had, these monsters were taking away their clanmates, their prey, their home, their peace. "Need to put it out of it's misery but- how to get it out?" She stated, words still aflame with anger.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── WHO ENCRYPTED YOUR DARK ⋅❁⋅ GOSPEL IN BODY LANGUAGE? ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, warrior of riverclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no current love interest / / only child
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[splashdance]

Splashpaw follows in the silence of the patrol, although it eats at her a little to not ask questions. It seems the patrol's lead - Mosspool - favors the sounds of nature as opposed to the sounds of newly-minted apprentices yapping away. Still, she tucks everything she wants to know into the ruffs of her fur. Pikesplash surely would tell her, and if not him, then her incoming mentor, or maybe one of the apprentices...

Her thoughts are torn by the sound of prey-cries. She brings herself to look at the rabbit struggling against something - her eyes fix on the shiny piece that seems to coax out more and more blood. Mosspool looks puzzled, while Claythorn spits out twolegs. Splashpaw cannot help the quiet, "D'you know a lot about them? Twolegs?" Or is it a lucky guess? She almost wonders if RiverClan's land is just littered with rabbit traps like this one. Maybe they grow out of the ground, like tall grass and trees.

A pause, and she posits, "We kill it like normal prey." Her stomach rumbles, however, and her throat clenches with the idea of letting it wither and decay. Wasted food. "We can pull... the leg off. Bring the rest of it home...?"​

 

[BEEFANG]

ᨒ I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS THE MOONLIT SEA, THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME ᨒ​

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Beepaw feels restless with Moonbeam and the rest of her clanmates having been taken by twolegs, she follows along with the rest of the patrol not bothering a glance to any of her patrolmates. The shrill screams of the rabbit make her ears twitch, the way it keeps trying struggle and fight to free itself, and a small frown forms on her maw listening to Claythorn mentions twolegs. It's enough for the fur on her body to prickle in every direction especially the curly fur that ran down her spine and the fiery pelted molly mentions putting it out of its misery or how to get it out. Beepaw frowns analyzing the thin trap that held onto the leg of the rabbit and beads of blood that trickled from it, her ears press flat against her skull. She can't make out any other traps near it but prey is prey and she wouldn't let it slip from them even if its trapped.

The bicolored molly takes a few cautious steps forward only to pause briefly before pouncing on the rabbit that struggled but her teeth snagged onto its throat. Her jaws locking onto its throat as teeth ruptures its windpipe and the rabbit falls limp in her jaws, her mismatched gaze briefly turning to her clanmates once more, and she releases it only to look down closer at the trap. "Perhaps its attached to something..." The warrior to-be mumbles looking at the thin string-like trap that's wrapped tightly around the rabbits leg and tilts her helm to the side.

⡠﹞BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ BEWARE OF ME﹝⠢

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and mismatched eyes
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 11 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; currently interested in moonbeam
  ✦ currently being mentored by houndstride
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadapaw and cricketpaw
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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