// for the prompt: “A red string of fate is symbolic for destined partners, someone sends a yarnball from carrion place rolling into camp and you find yourself tangled with another cat!”
Newleaf is on the wind, she can feel it in her fur and smell it in the air. Soon, the frogs and toads will return to fill their bellies, and the marsh will be full of life once more. No more rats for dinner! With that in mind, Forestshade almost wants to kick off a hunt just a bit early…you know, just in case there are any early rising frogs. She gets to her paws from where she’d been relaxing and gives a small shiver, for there remains a chill in the last of the leaf-bare breezes.
“I’m going hunting,” She announces to whoever’s nearby, a hidden invitation in case they’d like to join. Normally, she’d prefer her regular solo hunts, but today she’s just in that sociable kind of mood. But just as she begins to pad towards the camp entrance, a soft thump…thump…thump…can be heard getting closer. It’s like…something bouncing, nothing she recognizes though. Probably something weird from the Carrionplace, The lead warrior thinks, assuming someone must be messing around with something fun.
She hears it pass her and continues on, but what a blind cat can’t hear or smell is the trail of red yarn the object left in its wake, and it’s right in her path. She steps into it with full confidence - after all, she knows this camp like the back of her paw. It tugs against the front of her leg and she leaps into the air with a mrrow! of surprise. When she lands, she reels backwards, unknowingly taking the yarn with her as it hooks behind a paw. “What the-!” In her scrambling, she’s making it worse, tangling her legs and tail and torso all up in the yarn until she finds herself landing on the ground with a grunt. To her surprise, she feels pressed against a pelt, and they won’t go away! “Hey, what’re you-?” Aw, StarClan, we’re stuck!
Newleaf is on the wind, she can feel it in her fur and smell it in the air. Soon, the frogs and toads will return to fill their bellies, and the marsh will be full of life once more. No more rats for dinner! With that in mind, Forestshade almost wants to kick off a hunt just a bit early…you know, just in case there are any early rising frogs. She gets to her paws from where she’d been relaxing and gives a small shiver, for there remains a chill in the last of the leaf-bare breezes.
“I’m going hunting,” She announces to whoever’s nearby, a hidden invitation in case they’d like to join. Normally, she’d prefer her regular solo hunts, but today she’s just in that sociable kind of mood. But just as she begins to pad towards the camp entrance, a soft thump…thump…thump…can be heard getting closer. It’s like…something bouncing, nothing she recognizes though. Probably something weird from the Carrionplace, The lead warrior thinks, assuming someone must be messing around with something fun.
She hears it pass her and continues on, but what a blind cat can’t hear or smell is the trail of red yarn the object left in its wake, and it’s right in her path. She steps into it with full confidence - after all, she knows this camp like the back of her paw. It tugs against the front of her leg and she leaps into the air with a mrrow! of surprise. When she lands, she reels backwards, unknowingly taking the yarn with her as it hooks behind a paw. “What the-!” In her scrambling, she’s making it worse, tangling her legs and tail and torso all up in the yarn until she finds herself landing on the ground with a grunt. To her surprise, she feels pressed against a pelt, and they won’t go away! “Hey, what’re you-?” Aw, StarClan, we’re stuck!
