I shot after the rabbit through the undergrowth, ripping up earth and tearing grass as my claws dug in t for traction. Suddenly I felt metal beneath my back right paw at the same time I heard a sharp snap and felt an agonizing pain jolt up my leg, releasing a loud yowl I was jerked to a halt. Looking back at my foot I saw it was stuck in a trap, trap, I was trapped, it was at this thought that I went ballistic, yanking at the trap, clawing the trees and ground, and shrieking fit for a banshee. Finally, about an hour later, I ran out of energy, my leg was a mess, blood everywhere from the fur on my hip to the bark of the trees which were covered in sap as well from the wounds my claws had made. The ground was torn up as well, leaves and dirt tossed everywhere, and covered in blood as well, I lay on my side just want panting, my eyes closed against the pain as I listened to my surroundings.
Then I heard a branch snap and bolted up, keeping my bad leg from touching the ground, just as I got to my feet a two-legged with long head fur stepped into the little clearing I had made. I bared my teeth in warning, crouching enough to hide my leg but not put to much pressure on it, the two-legged looked at me and the small space and let out a sound of shock. It took a step closer and I lunged, claws bared, only to be stopped short by the trap, still the two-legged took a step back, appearing to see me in a new light. Then the two-legged started making that noise they make when communicating with each other, it looked me I the eye and I saw it's eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, it's long golden head fur was falling over it's shoulders. Slowly it made it's way toward my trapped paw and reached for the trap, I eyed it warily but allowed it, then with a click the trap sprung open. Without a second thought, I bolted into the undergrowth, ignoring the pain in my leg.
Two hours later…
On the borders of Imladris…
I remained hidden in the tall grass of a meadow near the valley of the pointy-ear-two-legged's, I was stalking a young fawn that was sick. My wounds had stopped bleeding for the moment and I had decided to hunt while I could. Slowly I as crept close to my prey as I could without alerting the herd to my presence, bunching the muscles in my hindquarters I lunged. But I had forgotten I was injured and had disregarded the stag who I would normally be able to fend off, before I could deliver the killing blow I was knocked off the young fawn and into a patch of prickly, sour-smelling flowers. As fast as I could I ran from the meadow, a few of the flowers clinging to my black-spotted golden fur and scratching the skin underneath. Quickly I shook out my coat, scattering the flowers and filling the air with pollen, making me sneeze as I breathed some in.
As the sun began to set I found a place to spend the night beneath the branches of a pine with a strange thing in her bowes that smelled strangely of the pointy-ear-two-leggeds. I groomed my fur quickly before settling down for the night, closing my eyes I was soon fast asleep.