Unlike her sister Octopaw tended to think things through at least a little bit. So it's probably a blessing her spunky sister wasn't there to run headfirst into the twolegs metal who-knows-what. It was pretty close to the kittypet border, but still certainly on their turf. And Octopaw didn't trust that one single bit.
Mismatched eyes flickered over the metal trap, trying to figure out what it was, why it was here, and how to get rid of it. She could smell the kittypet food inside - it didn't look appetising to her, it was no fish - so she wasn't about to slink inside for something like that.
Still, the tail-less cat couldn't figure out what the fuck to do.
It was a bit heavy for her, so she wasn't pushing this away.
Just leave it?
But that could mean more show up... or more twolegs...
If twolegs found their camp would they destroy it again.
"Maybe it would have been good to bring Squidpaw... at least she doesn't overthink these sorts of things..."
She pressed a paw inside, but quickly jerked back with its loud rattle. With pinned back ears Octopaw's fur was on end.