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Bluebelldream was minding her own damn business. Lately, patrols to her part of the territory had almost ceased altogether, only the steady buzz of mosquitos to reply to her questions. She frolicked merrily through the sun-warmed swamp waters, singing some type of melancholy song as she enjoyed the fact that nothing bad ever happened out this way.
Unfortunately for Bluebelldream, a group of two-legs had decided to take a fall hike through the swamp. They emerged from the woods to her right, outfitted in bulky backpacks and heavy duty boots. There were three total, and the one in the front, a young female, pointed in surprise.
“A cat!” She told her companions, though Bluebelldream wouldn’t be able to understand her. She knelt down, rubbing her fingers together and psst-pssting at the swamp cat, clearly encouraging her to come closer.
Bluebelldream did not, in fact, understand the foreign language shouted across to her. Startled, her back arched in surprise and her eyes widened into large saucers at the sight, but her alarm was softened by the enticing sound that followed. She inched closer to the outstretched meathook being offered to her, pleasantly curious about it, and gave it a few sniffs from the whisker-length distance still between her and it.
“Are you hungry, kitty?” The girl asked, moving slowly to grab her bag and bring it around to her front. After fishing in a pocket, she drew out some dried food that smelled like the fresh kill that Bluebelldream ate- only different, slightly saltier. “Kitty want some jerky?” She asked, waving the dried meat gently in front of the cats nose. The other twolegs laughed, eyes interested as they watched.
The calico started again at the texture that grazed her nose, backing a pawstep away but found herself drawn back by the scent. It was so strange yet familiar at the same time, her taste buds beginning to salivate. She opened her mouth and leaned forward to take a nibble of it...
The girl moved forward quickly, snatching up Bluebelldream and holding her tightly to her chest. “We can’t just leave her here,” she said to her friends, stroking the swamp cat’s head as she spoke. Her arms remained locked tight as Bluebelldream struggled. “Shhh, kitty. Here’s your jerky.” She twisted her hand awkwardly to offer the food to the restrained she-cat once more.
A yowl left the feline as she fought against her captor, flailing her limbs to no success. She was twisted at such an angle there was no way to hook her claws into anything remotely damaging... until the jerky found its way to her nose as did the limb clutching it. Bluebelldream waited for a heartbeat and craned her neck forward, taking several deep sniffs, opening her mouth to taste, and then razed her claws out against the girl's hand, digging them in firmly.
"OW!" The twoleg hissed, dropping Bluebelldream back onto the ground again. The other two laughed, the male moving to her side and examining the scratches. He mumbled something about a first aid kit and drew one out from his bag.
The girl frowned. "C'mon, kitty, come home with me," she said, picking up the dropped jerky and waving it again.
"Oh, leave it Camille," the male said. "Let her stay. She looks healthy enough."
Camille paused, sighed, and tossed the jerky in the direction that Bluebelldream had run. "Poor thing." The twolegs remained there for another few moments, cleaning and wrapping the scratches, before moving off into the distance and out of sight.
