((("::~FeatherClan~::"))) Д СңוċҜЭћ Сζαה ЯР:"ҒІу щїτн Тнε вѓееze"

"Not our choice whether she lives or dies," they responded.

MoonPaw glared at the rooster with his spurrs at her throat. A cockerel walked up to them and began wrapping MoonPaw's legs with the nets, then tied them tight with vines. The ones holding her legs dropped them.
 
MoonPaw thought. The chickens wrapped her wings, her neck, and her eyes. They tied a vine to her neck and knotted the other end to a tree.
 
im bored
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