09-14-2019, 03:25 PM
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If she had been asked that morning how her day would have gone, Moth would have said something along the lines of 'it should go good!' for that's how normal days worked. They were good. Not bad, not horrible, not amazing, just, well, good. And she had planned a normal day ahead of her. It had taken Moth a while to be able to figure out that she was safe here in Tanglewood, and was safe and able to go about her day collecting whatever it was that she wanted or needed without worrying about much. Of course, there was always the crocodiles and such around the territory that would harm her if she got too close, but she usually didn't go around in that area of the territory, and when she did, she was careful to watch out for things moving in the swamp water.
But as she was in the forest of the territory on this day, she didn't think that she'd need to be careful and watch out for things, sure that there wouldn't be any trouble - there was never any trouble on the borders anymore. Those that got captured where usually somewhere else than were she was now, the last two times someone had gotten captured had been Beck and Red, and they had been captured because they went to the Pitt. So nothing could go wrong, not on this day.
Oh how Moth wished she had been right instead of horribly, horribly wrong.
She had been collecting things, wondering around the territory, edging closer and closer to the border, when she had found some herbs she didn't really know anything about. She was curious about the things, so she had decided to be careful with it and carefully dig it up, making sure to keep the roots intact, when suddenly she was knocked over, a noise escaping her throat and then a growl coming from the attacker, the stench of the Pitt washing over her and making her gag. Soon enough things were over, and she had been knocked out.
What she wasn't expecting, however, was suddenly waking up in the town, a sharp pain in her jaw and the sting of medicine covering her paw and part of her face. Head would snap up quickly and Moth would begin to move quickly, pain engulfing her left arm before she just lie there, confusion clearly written on her face. "Wh-where is he?" The leopard would speak quietly, a soft sob leaving her maw, "Wh-why are they here? Is there more?"
If she had been asked that morning how her day would have gone, Moth would have said something along the lines of 'it should go good!' for that's how normal days worked. They were good. Not bad, not horrible, not amazing, just, well, good. And she had planned a normal day ahead of her. It had taken Moth a while to be able to figure out that she was safe here in Tanglewood, and was safe and able to go about her day collecting whatever it was that she wanted or needed without worrying about much. Of course, there was always the crocodiles and such around the territory that would harm her if she got too close, but she usually didn't go around in that area of the territory, and when she did, she was careful to watch out for things moving in the swamp water.
But as she was in the forest of the territory on this day, she didn't think that she'd need to be careful and watch out for things, sure that there wouldn't be any trouble - there was never any trouble on the borders anymore. Those that got captured where usually somewhere else than were she was now, the last two times someone had gotten captured had been Beck and Red, and they had been captured because they went to the Pitt. So nothing could go wrong, not on this day.
Oh how Moth wished she had been right instead of horribly, horribly wrong.
She had been collecting things, wondering around the territory, edging closer and closer to the border, when she had found some herbs she didn't really know anything about. She was curious about the things, so she had decided to be careful with it and carefully dig it up, making sure to keep the roots intact, when suddenly she was knocked over, a noise escaping her throat and then a growl coming from the attacker, the stench of the Pitt washing over her and making her gag. Soon enough things were over, and she had been knocked out.
What she wasn't expecting, however, was suddenly waking up in the town, a sharp pain in her jaw and the sting of medicine covering her paw and part of her face. Head would snap up quickly and Moth would begin to move quickly, pain engulfing her left arm before she just lie there, confusion clearly written on her face. "Wh-where is he?" The leopard would speak quietly, a soft sob leaving her maw, "Wh-why are they here? Is there more?"