- Aug 9, 2022
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This was a lot to explain that him being caught with his tail wedged between the slots of a waterlodged branch was a big deal. He was usually so careful. The dark tom stood there, the water of the river to his chest and his expression sour as he contemplated how to deal with this. He had dove for a fish in an unusually harried display and paid for it, slipping beneath the branch at the bottom of the water to pursue it he could not even retrace his steps because the taughtness of his tail pulled tight and twisted beneath the limb left him unable to fully twist around.
Maybe with some brute force he could break the branch and free himself, but he risked causing his tail serious harm in the process. All Ember could do now was wait and hope someone came along the shore so he could ask them to push the branch enough he could disentangle himself from it without a fuss.
The ink spill of a tom would have to swallow down his pride, but that's how it was he supposed...
@scar