Scrumptious Prey For All [Open for SC - Staff Generated Event]

Nightkit looked around for a ShadowClan warrior or apprentice to find him. A quarter of his leg was covered in blood. "Help." he meowed sadly with the thought of not making it. He now regrets sneaking out of camp. He missed Redkit and wished he could get out of the trap himself, return to camp, and see the medicine cat. "Please somebody, help me!" he yelled, somehow gaining the energy to shout.

Vinepaw started to cry. Small tears, of course. He couldn't really produce any more feeling, and felt himself quite weary. As his brother got his tormentor off, he felt like he'd die. It was so painful. The tiny tom truly couldn't bear it. "I-I lo....love y-you..." His words to his brother were covered with sputters and cries. "T-tell mo-om I-I lo-ve h-her..." He sputtered again. Blood trickled out of his mouth in small droplets, but they came rather fast. "And... You... D-do good... N-ni-ice w..arrior..." He tried to explain, saying: "you'll be a nice warrior. Do good!" He licked his brothers paw. "L-love... Y-" his breathing stopped and he fell still. With glazed eyes and bloody paws, the poor tom died.

In seconds, the tom was walking with his ancestors, looking back. You'll do good, Deadpaw. Real good.

OOC: I CRIED TYPING THIS

As soon as Mousewhisker darted through camp, Thrushstar shot up out of his den as soon as he heard his name. "Trapped? Trapped by what?" Suddenly, his mind began to buzz. Was it badgers? Foxes? Had twolegs come into his territory? How could this happen? "Thank you Mousewhisker. Grab anyone else that can help." Without even hesitating, the leader dashed out of camp and deep into the territory, instantly hit in the face with the metallic smell of blood that was getting stronger by the second. Pausing, he looked around frantically, trying to find anyone in one of these traps, yet he saw no one.

How could Starclan let this happen? What did Thrushstar do to deserve all of this? All of the death, the dogs, the badgers, and now this? It was like he was living a nightmare that he couldn't wake from. It began to make him panic. What if his clan was already dead? What if twolegs had already taken them away? With his breath caught in his throat, he froze when he suddenly heard the yowls of pain-stricken cats. Without wasting another moment, he bounded towards the cry closest to him which surprisingly, also happened to be Magpiewing.

Rushing over to the tom, Thrushstar was relieved to see that Leopardfang was also there trying to help. It was very relieving to see that his new deputy wasn't the one stuck. Looking over Magpiewing, Thrushstar looked on almost in terror. What in Starclan was that thing? It had trapped the tom's leg and was covered in blood."Magpiewing, don't move, okay?" the leader said, not taking his eyes off of the trap. "This thing is stuck good. The more you move, the more you're going to hurt yourself." Honestly, just looking at it, the leader was surprised it hadn't taken the tom's foot right off. Through the blood and the fur of Magpiewing's leg were large, sharp teeth that looked like it had gone right through his paw. "Leopardfang, can you find a way to hold down the bottom? I'll try to pry it open from the top and let Magpiewing get his foot free." he explained, trying to find a place where he could get a grip on the mechanism.

OOC: Icee wanted Magpiewing to be taken away.

The man parked his car just off the road, half onto the marshy grounds were he'd laid his traps. There had been rumours of a fox or two and a cat infestation that had the local community concerned. While there were no plans to develop this borderland between the rural part of their town and the suburbs, people didn't like the idea of it being rampant with disease and feral cats. Which was why he was here, to check on the fox traps to see if they'd caught something.

His leather, steel capped boots made a loud crashing noise as he waded through bushes and deep grass. It was quite a hike on uneven land, especially since he was relying on his map to guide him to the trap site. But when he got there, he came across a rather interesting sight. A black and white cat was trapped as expected, but there were two others attempting to help?

A spotted leopard like cat and a brown tabby with a white underbelly. This was odd, but it seemed to confirm the rumours these cats were all over the place.

Despite his desire to catch them all, he was only here to catch a few and take them away to the local animal shelter. Desex and release was the aim of the program. And as he was getting paid by the day. He had no reason to go above and beyond to catch these mangy cats. So he kicked at the pair, warning them off before scooping up the trapped cat into a bag.

So with the cat in the bag, he left for the van. He had to take off the trap and put the cat away into a cage. Bags didn't make sturdy holding cells unfortunately. It wouldn't take that long to do, but that was a good thirty minutes he'd be gone. He could only hope that the cats trying to help this one were a fluke. Surely they couldn't free any.

Magpiewing instantly felt a wave of relief at the sight of Leopardfang, whom he considered a good friend. With the tom just becoming the deputy, it was beginning to look like a good leaf-bare. But nothing could pull the black tom out of this situation. No amount of daydreams could take away the excruciating pain he felt in his foot. As he opened his mouth to speak, another figure came running towards him. As the other, other tom approached, he let out a slightly relieved, slightly pained sigh. "T-Thrushstar, thank StarClan. I was hunting, and this... this thing bit me! The scent, it smelled like prey, but now all I smell is blood. A-and I don't think I'm the only one. There are other cries, all across the territory. You should go help them before--" A large thudding noise cut the warrior off. The sound of mud squishing filled his ears, but it was too loud to be a cat's pawsteps. His ears up and alert, he eyes searched for whatever was approaching.

Magpiewing stiffened as the twoleg came trotting up towards the three toms. He resisted the urge to growl in pain from tensing up so suddenly, but couldn't help hissing at the twoleg. His attempts to stand in defense failed as the hairless creature bent down and picked the black cat up. Trying to lash out only caused more pain, but he would not leave without a fight. He managed to get in a few scratches on it's foreleg before being shoved into a small, closed cave. All the movement shook the teeth around, and dug it deeper into his flesh. The warrior called out for help. Were Thrushstar and Leopardfang on their way to help him, or were they tending to their other clanmates. He prayed for the latter. Magpiewing didn't matter in comparison to ShadowClan.

The tom let out a large huff as he was thrown into another strange cave, this time inside a small caged object. He didn't protest as the twoleg proceeded to remove the strange creature, but instantly let his other paw fly out after it was gone. Baring his fangs and unsheathing his other claws, the black tom tried to attack the twoleg through the small holes in his cage.

Where was he anyways?

ooc: don't worry baes, he'll be back after his tomhood gets taken away

Deadpaw let out a horrified cry of horror.
"No!" He shrieked with such rage filling his voice. His eyes burned like fires. Why did Starclan have to do this! Deadpaw pressed his nose into his brother's cold fur and wailed. He didn't care who heard him, he only cried to his hearts content. Deadpaw trembled and nuzzled his dead brother. Blood began to stain against his fur but he no longer cared. His heart wore out and he looked up. Rage that should not have been in a young apprentice were glowing in his eyes. He let out a small yowl of disbelief.

Leopardfang nodded at his leader's instructions and looked for a good pawhold before he was startled by the approach of a hideous twoleg. He stared up at it with wide green eyes, surprised to see one so close to the camp. He'd never been so close to the filthy creatures, and the rib-bruising kick it delivered to the spotted tom was a clear reminder why. They were evil and devious and only ever harmed the Clans. Leopardfang could do nothing but watch as it carried Magpiewing away, hissing and lashing out all the way. "Magpiewing!" He cried out, fully aware that there was nothing he could do other than turn and try to free someone else before the twoleg got to them too. "Thrushstar, where do we go? There must be so many caught in these strange creatures' jaws. There's blood-scent everywhere!" For a terrifying moment, he remembered that he had sent out his newest and youngest apprentice to hunt for himself out of desperation. "By StarClan, Vinepaw's out here somewhere!" He murmured in realization, fearing for the apprentice's safety.

Shimmerpaw listened to all the yowls of fear around her. No. No. ShadowClan was just getting strong again... No! StarClan, what is wrong with you?! Gingerheart, where are you? She tried in vain to pull her foot free, but it just gushed more blood. If someone didn't come soon, she would have to either starve here or gnaw off her own paw. The pain became too great. "Leopardfang!" she yowled, hoping he would be out there.

OOC: so many kitties to save ;_;

As soon as he was done speaking, Thrushstar had began trying to pry apart the trap that ensnared Magpiewing's leg. However, just as he had begun, he was interrupted by the crunching sound of the twoleg growing closer to them. He looked up just in time to get a swift kick to the shoulder, sending him back a couple of foxlengths and too far away to do anything for his warrior. Before his eyes, Magpiewing was picked up, tossed away into a mysterious bag of sorts and taken back to the monster the twoleg had stepped out of. The leader tried running after it, but he knew it was futile. As soon as the twoleg climbed back into the belly of the monster, the leader stopped, watching in horror as his warrior disappeared inside.

It was only Leopardfang's voice that snapped him out of his thoughts. This was the exact thing he had been terrified of ever since he had become leader. All of his worries and fears were coming to life. His clan was being hunted down, stolen, possibly even killed before his very eyes starting with Magpiewing and there wasn't much he could do about it. But after a minute of digging his claws into the ground and panicking, he finally composed himself and turned back to Leopardfang. He had to do something. Slow down the twolegs or try to get rid of these traps. "We find the others. Try to get them free. I will not let them take anymore of my clan," Thrushstar hissed. "We go to the closest cat. Doesn't matter who it is. We will get to everyone."

Taking a second to listen to the closest cry, the leader suddenly darted deep into the territory trying to find its source. He was determined to save his clan even if it meant the death of him. It just so happened that the closest cat to them was Shimmerpaw. "Hang on!"

He nodded gravely, steeling himself. He wasn't built to be scared. He was built to be strong, and right now he needed to help his Clan. "Of course. No more will suffer in the twoleg's paws." Leopardfang was hardly a whisker behind Thrushstar when he suddenly recognized the voice behind the nearest cry. This couldn't get any worse! Said the panicked voice inside his head. If things went awry, he would lose three incredibly important cats--not that I ever told them how important they are... perhaps I should have... "I'm here, Shimmerpaw!" He dashed to her side and gripped the bottom of the metal jaws with his claws, anchoring it for Thrushstar to pull the top off.

OOC: Thrush and Leopard tag team 5ever

"Help!" Nightkit yelled as loud as he could. He kept on calling for help. Stay strong, stay put, stay alive... he thought to himself. Those words repeated in his mind, encouraging him to battle the pain, and be the aggressive cat he is.

Deadpaw left Vinepaw's body reluctantly as he ran towards the sounds of Nightkit.
"Nightkit? Why are you out here!" He hissed with surprise. Deadpaw growled and got to work on opening the trap.

Pain and guilt flew though Nightkit. "I'm sorry" he mewed. He knew what he did, and he regrets it now. Well, this iron thing is my punishment for sneaking out of camp. he thought. "I-I really am" he mewed again.

Shimmerpaw exhaled with pain and relief as Thrushstar and Leopardfang appeared. She had never thanked Leopardfang for always being there for her whenever she got in trouble... speaking of which, this was her third serious injury. What was wrong with her? "Thank StarClan," she breathed. "What is this? What's going on? Is everyone else okay?"