Help! I've Fallen & I Can't Get Up!

Two Moons National Park 
#1
This had to be an okay place to shift. Right? His cat was practically pouring out, a glass much too full. He groaned through his pain, his bones cracking and popping into new places that were still slowly starting to become familiar. His teeth elongated and his fingers sharpened into claws...

The cheetah shook himself out from ears to tail and everything in between. He stretched his front legs and bowed down making sure to get a good stretch for every muscle. It was time to run.

The cat trotted down the slope cautiously. The snow was several feet deep this high up in elevation. The long legs helped keeping him above it, but the lanky-ness of them made it harder to navigate out of deep traps. He needed flatter land to get his run on. So in his trek downwards, carefully stepping here and there where it seemed less deep, a loud SNAP sounded followed by immediate pain in his back leg. The feline screamed out and flailed down into the snow. Stuck! He was stuck. The cat yanked his leg but it didn't budge without causing a painful shockwaves. His angry eyes moved to his foot to get a good inspection. Red was splattered in the stark white snow, his spotted foot stuck in a metal claw.

Trap! He was trapped in a trap.

The cat yowled loudly, a desperate call for help as he tried to drag himself out.
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#2

Hiking so near Levka's land wasn't his first choice. But Emerald Falls had too many touchy memories, and the Spire was more work than he was interested in. He just wanted something refreshing and new for the bear, an attempt to clear his head and destress from the crazy last month of getting the Sanctuary up and running. It was drawing close to the Full Moon, but he wasn't interested in a shift, despite the Kodiak's insistence. Just a hike.

Of course, nothing could ever be 'just' anything, could it? There was the sound of a very angry, yowling cat from somewhere up the mountain, not far from the trial he was trudging along. Cliff stopped short in his tracks, the bear immediately pulling to attention at the idea of a nearby predator. His chest fell rose and fell with steadying breaths, his warm breath billowing out around his beard and nose. The sounds of... pain. A cat in pain, and the smell of blood. And, he noticed, the smell of something unlike any of the bobcats that frequented the area. It was unique enough to have Cliff frowning, and against his better judgement, he adjusted his pack on his shoulder and headed up in that direction.

It would take him a few minutes to get to a place among the trees that he could really tell which direction the smells were coming from. Up ahead, but west some. The Kodiak grumbled and huffed, not entirely sure about walking into something blind like this. But they weren't. This was a cat, but not one native to the area. So it really could only be one thing. It'd only take a few more minutes of walking to confirm. There, nearby a thicket and tethered to a trap, was... a cheetah? Jaguar? No, he'd seen enough jaguars. And it didn't look like a leopard. Too skinny. This had to be a cheetah, but with strange spots. Almost stripes. The bear marooed and huffed and grumbled, alerted by the smell of blood and the other predator. But this one was, effectively, harmless. And very obviously a fucking person trapped by a bear trap. Even if he didn't look like one right now.

Cliff hadn't met any cheetahs. Just heard of them. Knew that Asha and Abraham had been planning to share a territory with them. Thank Levka and the Cheetah Queen were... close. To say the least. So he couldn't begin to know if this one belonged to the group, or if he was a rogue. All he knew was he couldn't just leave him here. "Hey, can... Please tell me you can understand me." He called from a comfortable distance away. He'd fucking learned his lesson with Mateah. Almost cost Asha her leg in the process. He wasn't fucking up this time. It would be a lot more helpful if there was some semblance of a human brain in there. With his luck, he was dealing with essentially a wild cheetah.
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#3
Ugh. He was angry. And in pain. And scared.

The scent of his own blood masked the smell of an approaching creature so when the voice called out to him, he startled and jumped back to only end up yowling in pain yet again. Run away. Get out of there.

But his foot. The teeth of the trap grasped tightly at his ankle, twisting it each way he moved. It was not budging. How long had he been out here with his foot trapped? The pads of his paws were sturdy, but still the snow was starting to irritate them.

His ears flattened against his head and he let out an attempt at an aggressive hiss followed by a swat of his paw. The creature was far enough away from the paw but still, it was his attempt to look intimidating. The feline's tail flicked, agitated and scared.
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#4
The cat struggled, which couldn't be good for the leg that was trapped, and only replied in a hiss and a swat. Well, that was answer enough. Or if they did have some human consciousness, it couldn't come to the phone right now. So he was in a fucking predicament. Like hell was he going to approach the cat and try to get him free. That would get him attacked, and buy him a one way ticket to shift town. So he needed to... call a cheetah. Someone who knew what they were doing, and who's inner beast could maybe help with this one. The problem was, again, he didn't know any cheetahs.

But! He did know someone who did. So Cliff would move to find a log or rock to sit against, still yards from the cat, and plop his bag down. There were snacks, a change of clothes, first aid, water, and his phone. He pulled out the phone first, and would send out a text and picture. While he waited for that, he'd set his phone aside and grab for a bag of, jerky and another of dried fruit. It was always jerky, wasn't it? He blamed the bear for being predictable. With a soft sigh at losing probably the whole bag, he popped open the jerky first and fished some from the bag to toss. It landed near the cheetah, but he couldn't really tell if the cat could reach it. He'd have to see, he guessed. "Gonna try and get someone out here that can help you." He said, even if the cat couldn't understand him. It made him feel better.
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#5
His tail swatted back and forth. This human better get away from him or he'll ATTACK. At least, that was what he thought he could do, but upon trying to jump forward to scare it off, his ankle twisted. He yelped and slumped into the snow, panting strongly. The feline ignored the piece of jerky thrown his direction. It wasn't really time to eat, man.

Cheetah Archer lifted himself up on his front legs and curled himself around to lick at his wounds. His rough tongue gently swiped over the bloody foot in attempts to make it feel better. But since his back was now turned on the human, he started growling as a warning. Don't try any funny shit.

He was severely stuck in this trap. The cat became more intense in his licking. He was desperate to get out of the trap. The human was waiting for him to became too weak and kill him in one swipe, but NOT TODAY. The cheetah was desperate. Even with three legs he could still run faster than this dumb human. He opened his mouth and began to gnaw in his foot. Get rid of the weak link.
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#6
Okay, well that didn't work. The cheetah hissed and growled and ignored the jerky. It turned inward to lick at it's paw, which he couldn't blame it for. He'd let it do that while he punched in the number he'd been given. What was quicker? Texting or calling? There was a chance she wouldn't answer an unknown call, but if she did, the response would be faster. Given this cheetah wasn't going far, he was willing to place his bets and call her first. There was some anxiety surrounding that, but it was easily outweighed by the anxiety about watching a were struggle in a trap.

As the phone rang, he eyed the cat. It was... oh, shit. It was chewing at it's own leg. Cliff sat up a bit straighter, clutching the phone to his ear as he tried to get a better look. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. With gritted teeth, Cliff stood. "Hey!" He called, and shot out a whistle through his teeth as he moved in a bit closer, still some feet away and out of range. "Look here! Don't do that." He wasn't interested in seeing someone literally chew their own foot of. When he shifted back, it would still be gone. The thought of it made Cliff want to fucking puke.
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#7
He was busy trying to remove his trapped leg when the human started shouting at him again. The cat looked at him with piercings eyes and hissed yet again. The cheetah hadn't made it very far in trying to chew his leg off. The white fur around his jaw was colored red from the trap digging into his flesh and this teeth trying to tear away at it. He just wanted OUT. Again he tried to walk away from the trap because why not. It was worth a shot.

Cheetah Archer scrambled about and yowled. He shook his stuck foot, attempting to shake the contraption off. The metal clanked about, sending an uncomfortable sound echoing through the trees. A deep growl emerged from his throat due to the pain and frustration. More and more he flailed about and the more and more it pulled on his foot, ripped deeper into it.

Eventually the cat fell down into the snow out of pure exhaustion. This was it, he was going to die here. His pelt hung up on this human's wall.
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#8
It was a really uncomfortable thing to witnessed. The sounds were fucking horrible. The tugging and hissing and yowling and the clang of metal. It made the bear deeply upset. To the point where Cliff's eyes were definitely black, and he had to step away to go pace between two trees. Maybe even punch one. Just. Stay calm. It was fine, look, cat was giving up. The Kodiak grumbled and rumbled but ultimately it wasn't enough for more than just hyper-fixation. So Cliff moved back to his bag and grabbed for the dried fruit, which he would stuff into his mouth as he sat down and basically resigned himself to waiting. It felt real fucking familiar, but at least there wasn't the worry of two giant bears fighting each other in front of him. Just a cat chewing his leg off. Hopefully Yana could get here fucking soon. Not that he was looking forward to meeting her. He'd seen her at the party for Abraham, and knew about her thing with Levka even before he and Maxine had made the split form the Sleuth. No doubt she'd be telling Levka about this. Hopefully she'd be too distracted to ask many questions.
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#9


 First of all, she had not dressed for Two Moons, she'd dressed for Work Release. So, even as she parked as far into the trail as she could manage in the snow and pulled the duffel she left in the trunk from the back, she sighed at the daunting hell that was snow and heels. Worth it, worth it, worth ... she told herself like a mantra when her ankle wobbled or some more snow fell into her shoe.

Worth it.

 A little more confident as the feeling of an unfamiliar and frightened cheetah hit her as well as a smell of blood once she turned the corner and tried to push past the rest - namely, bear. Yes, she remembered him - no, she wasn't going to acknowledge that she did as she caught first sight of the both of them and glanced warily to the poor ensnared cat.

 "I don't expect you to lose any fingers over this, but there's a chance he won't listen to me - so ..." No forcing a shift at least, not with someone she didn't know and who didn't trust her ... yet, hopefully. Mindful not to get within a paw's distance, she would come close and crouch down, a heavy sigh that came in a puff of steam as she balanced on the balls of her feet and reached out metaphysically.

 The slightest chirp, a tentative brush of flank - whatever it would take. Because like hell was she just going to risk reaching out and pulling back bloody nubs just for the sake of it.
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#10
The cat flattened his ears against his head and bared his teeth as another human came along. What was this? A hunting party? The cheetah spit and hissed, waving his clawed paw at them. Go away.

But the woman continued to come closer, dangerously close but distant enough away that he couldn't swipe at her. He grumbled, getting tired of all these warnings. He couldn't flee so he would have to fight. But he was already so weak from flailing and trying to free himself from the trap, could he really take these two on?

To his surprise, the woman crouched down before him. Something... was different about her. The cat's eyes widened and he laid himself flat in the snow. Archer Cheetah was scared but suddenly a familiar presence was reaching out to him. He was a statue, laying and watching. Confusion clouded his mind, but he stayed still, observing the situation longer.
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#11
It would be... a while. Before anything caught his ear. He'd finished off the fruit and half of the jerky considering the cat had no interest in it. He knew his fatass bear would have been all over that food, even in a trap. Then again, he wasn't really sure a trap could stop the fucking mammoth of a bear. He'd just yank it out of the ground and wear it like a charm bracelet.

Eventually, there was the sound of an approach and the smell of cheetah growing more significant. Cliff lifted himself up from where he sat, spotting Yana trudging through the snow in heels. Oh, yikes. It looked like he'd pulled her from work. But this was kind of important, so. She approached the cheetah, with something of reassurance for him. "I can try and pry it open if you can distract him enough." He offered, but didn't move in unless he was given the go ahead. No way he was getting close without a sound plan first.
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#12
 She didn't dare turn around to address Cliff once she'd established even a faint and tepid connection with the new creature in front of her. It was cold and when the wind made the hem of her trousers touch her she wanted to scowl at the whole new chill. But that was small potatoes, even as she allowed the gold to seep into her eyes and watched him settle in the snow properly.

 "I would appreciate it if you would be so kind. If we could perhaps get him free even if I lose him ..." Better than freezing to death or ending up in the talons of some sort of hunter who would only turn this mess into a proper shitshow. "It's alright." As alright as it could be, at least now, gentle and welcoming at the metaphysical reach, the whole song and dance of chirping and soothing.
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#13
Ugh. This was so confusing and stressful. The feline panted heavily, desperate to catch his breath so he could try again to escape or even fight. The familiar sounds of the creature before him made his ears perk up in interest. What kind of trick was this?

Cheetah Archer looked at her curiously followed by a sigh of relief. The familiarity was slightly comforting to him. He chirped back in a desperate cry. Help. He needed help. Could she fight off the other creature for him while he tried to escape the trap? Though she seemed rather calm around the other one.
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