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// ashpaw has been lured by spiderfall into a twoleg trap via a private thread, but you don't need to read that one to understand this one. this thread is open for any character to find the aftermath!
trigger warnings for canon-typical violence, done by a twoleg against a kitten-aged apprentice
trigger warnings for canon-typical violence, done by a twoleg against a kitten-aged apprentice
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A S H P A W.
Spiderfall is gone.
She's alone. Trapped in the tiny twoleg den made of strange silver stone. Helpless. Ashpaw's chest heaves, panic freezing her in place. When the door first slammed shut, she scrabbled and scratched at it until her paws bled, but it didn't budge—didn't even scuff. Spiderfall turned tail, calling words over his shoulder that she couldn't make out through the haze of terror—but he must've gone for help. He must have.
She wants to scream, wants to cry out, wants to beg for Willowroot or Pumpkinpaw or Cicadastar to save her, someone, someone please, but—but she knows who set this trap. Spiderfall's already gone for help and if—if she makes noise, she could draw attention. Twolegs' attention. The twolegs with their thunder-sticks that send birds falling dead from the sky, that leave black holes burned right through unfortunate animals.
Ashpaw whimpers with terror—imagines a hole burned through her, her clanmates finding her dead—she doesn't want to die, please, please.
She imagines what will happen if a twoleg finds her before her clanmates do. What it'll do to her.
She imagines, shaking and shuddering with fear, until heavy pawsteps shake the ground and she doesn't have to imagine anymore.
Giant twoleg paws wrap around the bars, jolting the silver den into the air, and Ash is thrown against the back wall. She cries out in shock and pain—tries to scramble back and can't. She's trapped. The yowling starts then, vicious and furious and loud and Ashpaw doesn't understand it but she can tell that it's angry. The twoleg shakes the trap as it yowls, jerking it back and forth, slamming her little body brutally from one wall to the other.
By the time the shaking stops and a twoleg paw is reaching in to grab her, Ashpaw is too dazed to move—blinking blurry vision away and wailing pitifully at the pain. One hand wraps tight around her middle, pinning her forelegs to her side, and rips her out of the cage.
"Fucking worthless cats, getting in the way of every goddamn thing, I've had enough of this shit. Mangy little beast, I'll fucking skin you."
Something else flashes silver in his other hand; something Ashpaw doesn't have a name for. A short, jagged blade; a hunting knife.
The kitten—no, apprentice—oh, let's be fucking honest, she's a kitten. She mewls and sobs, caught in his grip, bruising, almost breaking. She wriggles weakly and it tightens, and she can't scream anymore because she doesn't have the breath. But—
But she might've managed to wriggle just enough. With one last desperate jerk, Ashpaw lunges, and the angle's just right—her teeth sink into the twoleg's paw, and he yowls spitting-angry as his grip slackens—she twists away and dives for the ground, adrenaline racing hot through her little body.
In the frenzy, her panic and his fury—while she falls, contorting, instincts fighting to land her upright; while his paws flail after her, enraged—
Her body catches on the knife blade.
Not stabbed, but grazed, her flank dragging across it as she falls, tearing open skin. Orange paws hit the ground, and sharp agony lances up her forelegs. She doesn't quite stick the landing—her chin hits next, and she skids, then scrambles. Run. Run. Blood splatters beside her, drips down her fur, paints the ground.
She has never known this much pain before.
Run. She tears across the ground, choking out sobs of pain and terror, please let someone hear her, please or she's going to die—
And then before her, the river.
She's so small and the current is so fierce and in any other situation this would be so stupid. But she has no choice. Ashpaw half-dives, half-tumbles into the water, and she's swallowed by the current in seconds, leaving blood and orange fur strewn across the shore behind her, hardly more than a fox-length from the trap that caught her.
She's ripped away faster than she could hope to swim, fighting tooth and nail to get her nose above the surface, gasping for air. Shots of thunder ring out, and those deadly pellets hit the water beside her, one after another—some terrifyingly close. But soon the sound fades, and she's out of range, swept down the river.
Claimed by the rapids, her tired little body at their mercy.
The twoleg leaves. Resets the trap and stalks away. In a matter of two minutes, maybe less, it's over—but for anyone come running at the sound of her cries, stumbling onto the scene, it's not hard to tell what happened here. Ashpaw's fear-scent lingers, mixed with twoleg stench.
The sand is painted red and orange, blood and tufts of fur, a telltale trail that ends at the water.
—— " i found gold in the wreckage "
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rest in pieces i guess
ashpaw will not be found/rescued in this thread, as she's going to wash up on the other side of the river in thunderclan! -
- 4 month old orange tabby with green eyes
- apprenticed to lead warrior willowroot
- happy-go-lucky, mischievous, hardworking
- very friendly, but defensive of riverclan!
- "speech" -
- made friends with an ant. named it Rock
- started her apprentice training
- nearly lost her close friend pumpkinpaw to a dog attack
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