( ♬ ) This patrol should be relatively easy. Afterall, all she is doing is sticking her nose in a hole and yelling that a coyote isn't there. No problem. The albino's eyes were narrowed from the sun as she flanked the rest of the patrol, listening to Weaselclaw give the little speech to the rogues that they should listen. Like good beast, She wanted to add, the words sitting on the tip of her tongue, ready to remind them of their place, but she held it. She was outnumbered here, too many unknown factors, plus, in the worst case scenario, she needed to ensure they'd be able to carry her back to camp. Not like she'd need it though.
Upon given permission to disperse, the alabaster she-cat broke off, light paws treading over the cold ground as she opened her maw, scenting the air. Sure enough, the stale scent was all over this part of the field, but if one was around, she'd never know due to the wind blowing from behind her. She continues toward some of the larger-opening tunnels, her steps light as to not shake the hollow ground beneath her incase one slumbered. It'd really suck if that's how she went out. The scent seemed to get stronger, mingling with the air so thickly it made her stomach curl, nose wrinkling in distaste as her ears pressed against her skull. Vile creatures, nothing but horrid omens of death, deceit, and disgust, almost as bad as rats in her book. The entrance of the tunnel yawned ahead of her, but as she peered in, something felt... off.
Everything seemed deadly still, like time had stopped and the world held it's breath. Mantissong could hear her heart begin to pick up it's pace, fluttering as she took a tentative step inside the tunnel, mouth agape to drink in the scent, any movement in the darkness... but nothing. There was nothing within the tunnel, surprisingly, and she stood straight, confused at why everything felt horrid. Until the sound reached her ears, echoing off the dirt walls that surrounded her, filling her stomach with a heavy pit of dread. Her fur puffed up, feeling her breath catch as she zeroed in on the sound. It wasn't coming from infront of her. No. It was coming from behind her. She'd been so focused on the den, she hadn't even noticed the strengthening scent that had grown stronger.
Before she had a chance to turn around, it lunged, a bark echoing around her as it bore down on her and gave her little time to react, teeth sinking into her haunches from above. A scream of pain mixed with panic as she felt the canines bore deep into her flesh, instinct leading her to thrash, the harrowing realization of her situation barely able to dawn on her. It'd trapped her in the den, the only way out past it's snarling, drooling mouth or deeper into the darkness, the web of tunnels under Windclan territory. Either way seemed impossible to manage as she wrenched herself to claw and spit and kick at the coyote's face, praying her patrol-mates would hear the commotion.
//tldr: her dumb roll sucked and she got snuck up on and is now trapped between a tunnel and a vicious coyote
( NOT SUCH A BAD BITCH WHEN I'M ON MY OWN ; THRIFT STORE SWEATER WITH THE HOLES )
