You've Been Ever So Kind ☼ Hunting Patrol

[Dayfern]

Dayfern

Status: Stuck, Panicking

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Trekking through the undergrowth with the patrol behind her, this time she weaves through the undergrowth. Scarpaw needs to learn this skill sooner than later and what better time then now? She expertly moves through the new leaves and vines, through the bushes and over branches and twigs. She is in her element so much so that she is actually surprised when her tail gets tangled in some brambles. A yelp leaves her lips as she falls forward flat. "Oof." She wiggles in place, twisting to reach at her tail, trying to free at herself. Unfortunately, the brambles were wrapped all around her tail and it seems she can't free herself without help. "Help. Stuck. Help. Please." Panic slowly colored her voice as she wiggled and couldn't escape. Dayfern glanced around for the rest of the patrol, hoping to catch someone's eye, see someone coming to help her. She wasn't sure what she'd do if they left her here.
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Give me one reason why ☼────☼────☼ I should give up the fight

• OOC: App Tag: @SCARPAW
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• Dayfern - lilac ticked torbie/chocolate classic tabby chimera w/ low white ☼ She/Her ☼ Warrior of Thunderclan ☼ Penned by Snowy ☼ 27 moons
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[SCARPAW]

He tries his best to follow after Dayfern. It can be a bit tricky—he's already snapped a twig and scared a bird off once, and there are some bits of bramble carried in his spiky mane of fur. Like with everything else, this skill is taking Scarpaw too long to learn. But Scarpaw isn't the type of cat to pick things up at the drop of a hat. Rosepaw's good at that. Scarpaw has to claw for things.

He freezes dutifully when he sees Dayfern jolt to a stop, eyes leaping to the canopy. Did she see another bird? Or, did she smell something?

Neither, it seems. She's...stuck? "Dayfern," Scarpaw bleats, concerned. He swoops in immediately toward the brambles. The fur of her tail is terribly tangled in the thorns; some tufts of fur form crude nests around the twigs, only tightening in her jostling attempts to escape. "Hold on. I'll, um..." Scarpaw reaches up, tries to dislodge the thorns with his claws.

Anxious eyes turn sidelong back to his mentor, the panic in her voice setting him on edge. Despite his hopes, her tail does not magically free itself from the brambles at his behest, so he keeps on trying. "It...Does it hurt?" he wonders anxiously.
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