it's not that you didn't do it (o, loner/intro for pilot) it's that you couldn't do it

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    this, was, officially, the worst day of pilot's life.

    he stared at the ground sullenly, hanging from the trap by one hind foot. it was just loose enough not to hurt too badly, but just tight enough to keep him locked in place. so now not only had he been trespassing on a clan territory and stealing their prey, he was now completely at their mercy (and looking rather foolish in this position- and looking foolish was, by pilot's standards, absolutely and utterly unacceptable. unacceptable!)

    with a furious growl he began to writhe in the air, tail lashing back and forth. it was his own fault for falling for the trap, he supposed, but this absolutely sucked. just thinking it wasn't enough, so pilot felt justified in his next action.

    "THIS SUCKS!" he shrieked, thrashing wildly in the air before immediately snapping his mouth shut. if a clan patrol heard that-

    but they were his only hope anyway, weren't they?

    pilot closed his eyes with a groan. free food was just not worth this kind of humiliation.

    the forest was a safe haven. it pulled her away from the constant reminders of her grief and loss, making way for the comfort that the warm rays of the sun splashed across her pale form. sometimes, camp was just too confining. but here, under the dancing trees and singing birds, she was as free as the breeze that slithered through the woodland. some days, the young queen daydreamed about what it would be like if she was a bird, slicing through the sky with no boundaries or responsibilities binding her. oh what a blissful life that would be... but she could not leave her children. nor could she bear to leave harrierstrike. he'd always been so good to her...


    small paws froze, angled ears perking as a voice pierced the cool morning air. it was a tone that was not familiar with her, and she doubted that the dawn patrol would be so deep in the territory. tail lashing, honeystep lowered herself to the ground and propelled herself forward, skimming over the dew blanketed earth with a deadly silence. bloodclan? the name sat on her tongue bitterly as her heart began to flutter. not now. she could not bear to deal with those coldhearted mongrels again. the lilac tortie caught traces of the trespassers scent, somewhat relieved that it did not carry the sour tang of stagnant water and damp rat fur. but still, there was someone on the territory that did not belong to thunderclan.


    honey eyes peered through the thick ferns she slithered within, peering up at the dangling tom with a flare of amusement sparking in her narrow chest. how did that cat get themself caught in such a situation? the female had never seen such a trap in all her moons, and no warrior had ever even spoken of one quite like that. she would have to remember to warn pumpkinstar of it. if twolegs were altering their style of traps, who knows what else waited in the shadows for her clanmates?


    "who are you?" came the warm tone of honeystep as she slipped into the morning light. sunlight splashed across her pale coat, washing her in a yellow glow as her amber gaze peered up at the dangling felidae. "and why were you hunting on thunderclan territory?" the smell of freshkill was potent on their pelt, causing a wave of annoyance to flood over her. stupid loners. the queen thought, tone edged with venom as it ehoed throughout her cranium. they think they're entitled to everything. hmph.


    tags | "speech"

    Ruby followed close by and stopped when she saw the unknown cat dangling in some kind of twoleg trap, she held in a laugh and tensed up when the mixture of the scent of fresh kill and bloodclan, she growled a bit before looking at honeystep "should we and try and get them out?" the she-cat asked looking at the trap in confusion.

    "you know, i think you should." pilot flattened his ears irritably, for once lacking his usual charm and sway. "preferably before my leg falls off- but take your time! take your time." his green eyes narrowed slightly as he surveyed the pair, silently debating how he could most effectively get out of hot water with the clan. this was a rather humiliating situation- being aggressive here certainly wouldn't win him any brownie points. especially if - he sniffed the air to make sure - one of the she-cats seemed to be a queen. flirting was out as well, then. with a heavy sigh, mustering his most pitiful expression and delivering a death blow to his pride, he focused once again on the she-cats. "i'm sorry. will you please help me down?"

    ruby’s arrival startled the petite shecat, her gaze widening as it turned upon her face as she spoke. where in starclan did she come from? honeystep wondered, tail flicking. she’d been so sure that she was alone. i guess my time in the nursery has nulled my senses a bit. with a slight shrug, the creamy fured thunderclanner returned her gaze to pilot. "not yet." she suggested simply to her clanmate, voice reflecting her curiosity. "i believe i asked you a question!" honeystep called, flicking her ear as a fictional brow raised. "two! to be exact." the queen mused, a smile playing at her soft lips.


    "we dont know who this tom is or why he is here." honey stated, voice hushed as she returned her attention to ruby. "i feel more comfortable with him up there for now, atleast until more warriors arrive so he can be easily detained, if he decides to attack." she wanted to explain her reasoning for her clanmate so they didnt think of her as being cruel for leaving him up there. plus, it didnt seem like the tom was in immediate agony. he could wait a bit longer.


    tags | "speech"


    pilot sighed wearily, the trap spinning him in a lazy circle so he had to crane his head to face the she-cats. "my name is pilot. i didn't mean to trespass-" which wasn't completely true, but he'd always been an excellent liar- "but i needed a meal and bloodclan has really stepped up their patrol game. you can't raid a single trash can without one of those mangy buggers ripping you a new one, much less try actual hunting. besides, the prey population in the city is down anyways. this is the only area to get a good meal."



    Handling a cat injured after trespassing was a tricky subject. On one hand, as he came over, he was surprised by the two queens when they didn't rush to help out the stranger. But, considering the rule to help cats only applied to kittens, it was understandable. Especially after all the crap Bloodclan had pulled within Thunderclan. The deputy stared down at the other, his massive height and dark coloration making him all the more frightening. At last, he turned to the trap before focusing on the two mollies, "I think three against one is fair. We should free him - who knows if these traps might attract twolegs," he said, though honestly he was mostly thinking about his own encounter with a trap. He ignore the shiver that tried to ruffle his spine. Haunting as that memory was, he wasn't about to show fright infront of this male.

    Coming to the trap, Bearmumble would try and break it off the male's leg. As he did this, he growled, "This is what we clan cats like to call karma. Don't hunt in our territory, Pilot. Find your own land," he was going to hold no patience for this male. Bloodclan haunted or not.


    (c)trexgirl