- Dec 30, 2022
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Truth be told, this wasn't exactly where he had wanted to be on a fine evening such as this. When the sun was setting and the sky was awash in soft pinks and blues, he liked to be sharing tongues with his Clanmates, or perhaps settling down with a piece of prey - even heading out of camp on an evening patrol was fine by him. But this...well, this wasn't ideal. The black-and-white tom had found himself stuck in a gorse bush, his hindquarters somehow above his head and his forelegs dangling uselessly, not quite able to touch the frosty ground. The problem lay in his broad shoulders, in fact: they were pinned between a particularly dense tangle of gorse and the rock against which the shrub had grown, and no matter how hard he twisted and turned he couldn't seem to free himself. Badgermoon let out a puff of air, frustrated, thrashing a little more and earning only a cut across his muzzle for his trouble. "Oh, for StarClan's sake..." It wasn't the most dignified position he'd ever found himself in, that was true, but then again...it wasn't the most foolish he'd ever looked, either, and he would much rather be laughed at and helped out of his predicament than left to dangle interminably. Resigning himself to being found, he filled his lungs with air and let out a yowl across the moor, hoping someone would hear it and come to rescue him.
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