- Jan 1, 2023
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Being so close to the Twoleg border always felt like a betrayal of his better judgment. Every patrol was marred with expectations of the worst, and going by himself was practically a death sentence yet... there he was. Mismatched eyes scanned the stone walls and disturbed grasses, looking not for something but someone. It seemed so, so unlikely that she would escaped the twoleg's vicious paws, but he wanted to see her again to tell her that her child was safe, that she had a place alongside the newly named Doekit where the two could be a family free from the scrutiny of humans (and the responsibility wouldn't be on him). She was a ghost, his nose tried to find her scent but he came up empty no matter how far he ventured. No matter how angry he got, she was gone. A titanic bundle of furlessness and fear barrelling towards someone never seemed particularly charming, briefly, he watched for the Daylight Warriors who'd have justified such a thing. 'Damned traitors.' He inhaled loudly, almost retching at the overly bitter scent that entered his nostrils alongside it. Silversmoke whipped around, fearful an odd-smelling dog or badger had found him, instead, he was met with a filthy box.
Shaped like Hailstone's mark and crumpled to a point of being near-flat against the earth, it was clear within an instant to Silver that it was some sort of twoleg contraption. Creases and wrinkles marred the top like large scars, and what looked to be a thin layer of mud had congealed the whole thing together. He leaned in, realising it was the 'mud' that was giving off the rancid odour. His fur stood to attention and, as if coming to a conclusion about the purpose of the object already, he froze in place. His pupils shot upwards at the presence of another SkyClanner coming towards him, his tufted ears pinning back and a loud hiss escaping him. "Don't come any closer!" Silversmoke was careful to lash his tail above the ground, careful where his paws were kept. Too recently did the memory of a Twoleg kit loose in the woods plague his mind, even if it had long since left (likely with the queen in tow, he concluded), its presence could've still remained. "I think it's a trap, but I don't know where the rest of it is. Don't move unless you're certain you're not going to step on anything."
Shaped like Hailstone's mark and crumpled to a point of being near-flat against the earth, it was clear within an instant to Silver that it was some sort of twoleg contraption. Creases and wrinkles marred the top like large scars, and what looked to be a thin layer of mud had congealed the whole thing together. He leaned in, realising it was the 'mud' that was giving off the rancid odour. His fur stood to attention and, as if coming to a conclusion about the purpose of the object already, he froze in place. His pupils shot upwards at the presence of another SkyClanner coming towards him, his tufted ears pinning back and a loud hiss escaping him. "Don't come any closer!" Silversmoke was careful to lash his tail above the ground, careful where his paws were kept. Too recently did the memory of a Twoleg kit loose in the woods plague his mind, even if it had long since left (likely with the queen in tow, he concluded), its presence could've still remained. "I think it's a trap, but I don't know where the rest of it is. Don't move unless you're certain you're not going to step on anything."