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He sees the shimmering lines strewn up and thinks of how he would have lost his head if not for the baubles of dew lining it that caught in the light. How the thin spiderweb-like twine was nearly invisible until you were right within its fold; tangled and hoisted upward to be choked to death. Hung for display, forcefully ascended. Smokethroat stares and can not help but imagine the sight of a swinging body, necklace of bubbling blood and steel; he sucks in a breath so sharp it hurts his chest and for a moment the world is spotted with black stars as he comes back down from the brief moment of panic that threatened to overwhelm him. It was fine. He had seen it, he could see them now, strewn across this path and tightening around the trunks of trees, choking even the forest they were placed in. Did this mean those two-legs were back again? The dark tom's tail lashes behind him, he doesn't know if he's prepared to deal with that situation all over again. A second time, skewered to a tree, blood on his face, they would be better prepared but that mattered little in the long run. He flexes his claws against the ground, leans forward to examine the singing wires with scrutiny, he didn't know how to remove them. They could be set off, perhaps tossing a long branch, but for one big enough to be safe he'd need help to do it and right now he found he could not move. There was a tension drawn across his back he couldn't place, a worry burrowing.
Smokethroat was afraid. He wasn't often, but lately it had been bothering him how things were; a subtle change he felt only he could see in the clan and more importantly in him. The wires only reminded him of the frailty of life, of further upset. He wished they could go back to the idealic days before last leafbare when the world made more sense and the clan was still new, still unburdened by the grief of existence.
Exhaling he turned to look around for something, anything, to toss onto the wire and snap the trap so that it no longer hung suspended like a gaping maw for any poor fool to rush into. If he couldn't then maybe tossing moss over the shining strings would at least warn a cat they were there more easily.