[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 62 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
Header by @/wingnettle
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Dapplebreeze - @Alchemist Kitsune ] [Twilightstar - @Moonraven ]
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Hawkfur frowned thoughtfully at the trap as the two mollies beside him contemplated its uses, trying to imagine what it would do to summon Twolegs. "Maybe it makes a loud noise. Though we probably would have heard them from camp if that were the case."

He agreed to Twilightstar's plan with a determined chirp and took the role of trap-springer (ohoo fun new title). He was the largest of the three of them (not that it meant much) and could probably handle a stick being ripped from his mouth without being flung into the atmosphere? Well, perhaps he'd fly like his namesake today. He'd always wondered what the forest looked like from a bird's-eye view.

When given the go ahead, Hawkfur approached the silvery jaws with a thick stick. After sending a prayer to the shattered stars above, he gently laid one end of the stick on the center circle of the trap. And... nothing. He cracked open an eye--maybe the trap was real quiet! But alas, it remained open. He frowned around the stick and pressed a little harder, feeling a little give. "C'on y' su'id 'ra'! (C'mon you stupid trap!)" Hawkfur hissed, giving another big push.

The yowl of surprise that ripped from Hawkfur's lips was louder than any noise the trap made, the Fury scrambling back twice his usual size. He zipped under a bush nearby, sky-bright eyes wide and glassy. When he was finally able to conjure speech again, he spoke up. "Y'had to put a lot of wait on it to get it to spring. I fully expected to get my jaws ripped off!!!" Stars his heart hadn't stopped racing!! He was going to have a heart attack! Call his kids!

It felt like seasons before a dark figure slipped into view over the hills, long and lanky and-- "A twoleg!" Hawkfur hissed softly, ears pinning back instinctively. It trundled to the trap with clumsy steps, grunting in an unfamiliar tongue when it realized the trap was empty. It knelt down, the strange colors of its pelt disorientingly bright. With both fleshy talons it pressed down on the two rabbit-like ears of the trap, bringing them level to the ground until it clicked. The jaws came down too, and when the twoleg stood up again, it remained open. Hawkfur watched in horrified awe. These beasts were unlike anything in the forest.

The twoleg grunted something else, bending down to fiddle with a small box attached to the trap he hadn't noticed before. It made a chirping noise, and something in the twoleg's hand chirped back. Was it... communicating with the trap?? Hawkfur could scarcely believe his eyes. No, seriously, he had to be dreaming because traps don't communicate. They're unliving, like rocks. They didn't make noises or gestures, and he couldn't smell anything that suggested scents. But now they did and he didn't know what the hell that meant for them.

Soon enough the twoleg loped off into the distance, a shrill, bird-like song whistling past its lips.

Hawkfur sat there for several moments after it disappeared, head throbbing. What on earth??