- Nov 20, 2023
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Somewhere out in the moorland under a clouded sky, a silver figure was stalking after a rodent - a field mouse, by the looks of it, but a particularly plump one. Juncopaw's tongue swept over her jaw as she imagined the sink of her teeth into a warm, juicy mouse. With her body low to the ground and her muscles tense for a leap, she followed the mouse for several minutes, the latter entirely unaware of her presence. That is.. until the wind abruptly changed.
The mouse picked up the cat's scent quickly, and just as it did, it was darting away. With a hiss, Juncopaw bounded after it, though as field mice often were, this thing was speedy and maneuvered much better than herself. After only a few moments of chasing, just as she was within leaping range, the mouse darted underneath a bush, into its burrow under its thin branches. Consequently, sending Juncopaw barreling into the bush. Taking this opportunity, she reached her paw into the burrow, grasping at the dirt and roots with her claws - at some point, she swore she felt the scrape of thin mouse fur against her paw. But to no avail - the burrow was too deep. Juncopaw wiggled against the branches, gradually worming her way closer to the center of the bush - at this point, her front paws were touching the ground, but her haunches were sticking out of the bush high enough that her back toes barely scraped the grass below.
Once again, she reached into the burrow, eventually able to grab the mouse and fish it out. "Got you!" she hissed with a wry smile. The mouse, with its shrill squeaks, squirmed in her paws - but she held a firm grasp. With her free paw, she pushed her toes into the dirt, attempting to lift herself up and out of the bush - but as she pushed, a brief tug into a sharp sting pricked at her fur all along her sides, back and belly. It is now that she realized the height of her mistake.
This was no ordinary bush. It was a thorn bush.
No, she thought with round eyes. No, no, no! Frantically, she pushed at the ground, enduring the sting of the thorns at her sides. In her panic, she had dropped the mouse, regarding it with a scowl as it darted out of the bush, out of sight. After several moments of this, Juncopaw fell limp, defeated - letting her weight sink into the bush once more as her haunches and tail stuck out in clear view, bushed up with prickled fur as the frustrated she-cat pouted. This can't be happening.