The Huntress' current situation was laughable. The Bengal had plenty of experience stalking through the desert under a blazing sun, prowling through the forest as day turned to night, and navigating the concrete jungle during the world's darkest hours. All of them had their clear, obvious dangers that she understood and knew how to handle. She never planned for falling into a cave. She had been walking on the plain northward from the Mountain Clans after a rain when she felt the ground give underneath her feet, and before the Huntress could react she found herself tumbling into a tunnel. The air in the tunnels was stale at best, and now thick with limestone dust. 

The Huntress almost coughed a lung out as she pulled herself from the pile of rubble. The dust irritated her eyes as she looked to the cave's roof to see the cat size hole where she entered. A dim ray of sunlight offered an idyllic view of the blue sky, but was unreachable by even the most athletic cat. She sighed as she blinked the dust from her eyes and turned her attention to the cave system. Emphasizing the inhospitably, obsidian lined the walls of the cave giving it a dark purple shimmer in the dim lighting.

She breathed in through her nose and found some relief. The caves smelled faintly of cats, probably the Regime, but had long sense been forgotten or gone without patrols for many moons, so the she-cat deduced that one way would take her to a dead end, and the other somewhere else. The Huntress slowly rose to her paws and gave each one an experimental push. She winced and looked back to her right hind paw to see a rock lodged between her pads. She cursed under her breath and pulled the rock out with a grunt. Blood pulsed out of the now open wound with every heartbeat. It certainly was not fatal, but it would make tracking her easy. With that she set off down the tunnel, hoping to find a way out.

(Phantom I had her fall into the Outlands of the Regime after an acid rain.)