The tuxedo tom couldn't stand to stay cooped up in that cave for any longer. Darkness? His paws being numb twenty-four/seven? Yeah, no. Jerseyboy could stand a cold environment — he had grown up on the upper east coast, for Christ's sake — but he didn't want his paws to get frostbite. Sometimes he felt like just chopping them off since they were constantly frozen, anyways. Then, an idea dawned upon him: get out of there. Why stick around in a place where he felt miserable and cold? While he wanted to be there for Jacob, he was certain that the guy could manage to handle himself. He had a job now and everything, and Jerseyboy had no duties to tie him down to a certain clan. He had even rejected a promotion to a stepping-stone rank, simply because he didn't want the responsibilities that came with the package. The title and authority was cool and all, he supposed, but it really wasn't worth it to him. He wanted to be able to wander around and stay in other places at his own leisure. So, he had left Snowbound early that day. Where had he ended up? No goddamn clue.
He had no idea where he was. He had been to the Typhoon before, and even the Ascendants for a short period of time, but other than that, he had no knowledge on where the other groups were located. Jerseyboy had just walked in a random direction, hoping that it would just take him somewhere. He was open to staying anywhere, as long as it gave him something to do. He wanted to explore and expand his horizons. He hadn't left home just to stay cooped up in a cave for the rest of his life, right? As his small form weaved through the thickening trees, he lifted his olivine gaze to the treetops and observed the area around him. He couldn't say that he had ever been in such an environment before. Hell, it was even starting to feel damp and murky; his paws were trudging through sludge. Jersey then realized that he was near a body of water, though it was still and filled with gross, green stuff. Algae, whatever it was. Along with the nasty smell, he also detected that of a border line. A "territorial pissing", if you will. Yeesh, someone lived here, alright. But who? He blinked and walked along the area where the scent was the strongest, knowing better not to cross it. He was thinking of following it until he came across another person, so that was exactly what he decided to do. One paw after the other, he hummed something lowly as he shouldered past the greenery.
Suddenly, he found his back leg being constricted by a tightly-bound rope. He yelped and tripped over himself, landing flat on his stomach. What the hell? Jerseyboy glanced over his shoulder, now seeing that he had been caught in a trap. He was tied to the ground, which was just fucking great. How would he get out? The tom began to gnaw on it hopelessly, desperately trying to free himself.
( tldr - ya boi got himself stuck in a trap near the swamp and now he's trying to free himself gg )
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