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The sound of snapping bone was startling, and if she had not been consumed by the searing pain, she might have found it nauseating. But, in her current predicament, Briarsurge was actually much less concerned about the actual noise and was instead concerned with the fact her leg was trapped between the metal teeth. She hadn't noticed the trap until it was too late, until its teeth bore deep into her flesh. How was she to get out of this? Blood loss was already making her dizzy, and no matter how she pulled, the only result was more blood loss and flaying of her skin caused by pure desperation as strength began to leave her. Was this how the small she-cat was to die? Alone, in a two leg trap, struggling uselessly against her fate?
"HEY! Are you okay?" The voice of a she-cat from over the border was calling out to her, but a look up proved that she didn't appear to be a clan cat from the collar around her neck. Approaching over the flame point siamese stopped in her tracks seeing the blood oozing out from Briarsurge. She needed a vet or... Something! And that hunter trap around her leg, she had seen similar objects in her garden when she was a kittypet, although the ones she was familiar with were cages meant to trap raccoons and other pests not cats.
"Um. I'm Butterfly, is there anyway I can maybe get those sharp teeth off of you?" Butterfly asked as she circled the cat, trying to find a weak spot. She still wasn't very familiar with clans or groups very much, making her a lot more relaxed on SummerClan territory than she should be.
"Am I okay?" There was a desperation in her voice, one that came with the fact that she was probably royally screwed at this point. The blood loss was already making her dizzy, and she'd yet to go into shock. She could feel it coming, a haze that lingered in the back of her mind, but at least half of Briarsurge's energy was currently being used to fight it. Shock was a bad thing, and even with no medical experience, there was a part of her that knew she would die in the trap if she allowed it to overcome her. "This feels like the exact opposite of okay." Her words were weak, said between clenched teeth. Normally, she wouldn't give a kittypet even the time of day, or probably beat the hell out of it for trespassing, but this was a unique circumstance that she was... less than thrilled by.
"If you can get it off, get it off," she then replied, giving her leg another pull. The teeth of the trap dug deeper into her flesh, and she let out a soft groan. "I.... I don't know how."
"Uhh," Butterfly's gaze swept over the foreign device, how was she supposed to do this? "Yeah," She agreed, poking at the device, "There's gotta be some way to get this off of you. Hold on, I'm gonna grab a stick," She said retreating back from the she-cat. Finding a short, but thick stick she hurried her pace back over to the cat, but as she did she could tell there freshly spilled blood nearby of prey. When her head turned to the left she winced seeing a rabbit stuck in a similar trap. They were everywhere...
"Hold on," She told told the she-cat as she tried to find a way to loosen the device. Once she did find the correct mechanism the trap opened up wide, but the damage definitely wasn't fixed. Nor did she have any idea how to get this she-cat out of danger with so many traps lurking around. A two-leg had to have felt there was some pest in this specific area to overkill the traps like this. "You're free now," She said more as a way to prompt the warrior to get up, still dreading that the she-cat might be too weak, "What's your name anyways?"
