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( Note: The prisoner{s} will be captured and returned by the end of the thread by the Regime's Mercenaries. Anyone can participate, and if you'd like your character to be either one of the 3-4 guards killed by Foxstar, or another cat of any rank that she kills/another prisoner before being recaptured, just mention it. Thread is open to everyone, and should start with cats discovering the dead guards while Foxstar, and any other prisoner who joins her, try to escape the tunnels. c; )
Foxstar had memorized the guard patterns. She'd actually done so a while ago, but she was content to wait until Chimerahunt had been freed to actually make her attempt. The WaterClan tom didn't exactly seem to favor her, and she didn't doubt he'd sell her out in a heartbeat. Riverwolf was less likely to do so, if only because he intended to escape as well. There were always at least three guards in total, given that Mars didn't trust her not to make a move if there was any hope of her actually beating the Mercenaries set to keep her in line. Unfortunately for the Commander, he neglected to realize she came prepared. The paralytic she'd intended to use in the battle still clung to her claw, and from her testing, she knew it would be nearly, if not as, potent as before. The Priestess waited patiently for the changing of the guard to act, knowing that although they'd be fresh, it was less likely someone would come to check on her prison before she was in the clear.
While this had not been her intended use of the herb, it worked out splendidly. Of course, she had but one shot at this. If she failed, she'd have to figure something else out. She had an idea, but it would take time. After waiting a short amount of time, in order to ensure that the old guards were far enough away, and the new ones had comfortably settled in, she set her plan in motion. The fox-hearted feline was most of the way across the thin path that led to her prison island before the guards had a chance to notice, and with a few well placed strikes of her claw, the paralytic was administered. The first and second well and truly felt the effects, keeling over unable to do more than stare at her in surprise. The last could only be partially affected by the depleted supply, sluggish and slow, but still able to fight in some respect. Still easy enough to dispatch, the blood pouring over into dark water, and the paralyzed soon followed suit, unable to fight back.
It wasn't without harm that she escaped, however, a deep gash on her side bleeding heavily, among a few superficial scratches otherwise. That would slow her down. Well, she supposed she had to make this count them. And with that thought, the bloodstained she-cat fled the horrifying scene, disappearing into a maze of tunnels as she attempted to find her way to the surface, and to freedom.
Bian Ayzaria had almost forgotten to bring the prey for the guards and prisoners! She carried two rabbits, a vine tied around each of the creatures' necks and slung over her back for more easy transport. She chewed on a thin twig, humming a strange tune to herself as she trotted along with the others who'd decided to come along with her towards the prison. Upon their arrival, however, they were greeted with a horrifying sight. The guards lay dead before them, throats slashed, blood staining the ground where they lay, and Foxstar nowhere in sight. This was bad. Very, very bad.
