|Lynxflare|Female|26 moons|A possible Riverclan warrior?|
Lynxflare growled baring her canines, she had wondered 'a little to far' from what she knew "Damnit!"
She hissed spinning round and round in this 'man trap' clawing and tossing herself from either side, but it was no use. Lynxflare was walking down the river bank this very day, where she fell into a trap, a fishing trap witch was suspended from a near by tree it was prized ready for anything that was to fall in it, and Lynxflare happened to be that one to fall in it. She sat forced into a ball the netting tight round her pelt, she waited for any passers by that could 'lend a paw' and help her get down, even though Lynxflare didn't seam she wanted help.