[ Rafael ]
Male | 1 y/o | Siamese Fancy Mouse (Seal Point) | Outsider
Location: Master Bedroom | Mention: None [Open]

The scent of blood and death greeted Rafael's senses as the cream colored buck set a paw gingerly on soft carpeting, entering the room with a twitching nose and wide ruby eyes. The young mouse zipped under the nearby bed, alert for the presence of Two-Standers, wild mice and most of all the cat. He had been exploring in the hallway wall despite the potential of running head first into a DustClan patrol when a distinctive snapping noise followed by an ear-curdling shriek had him rushing into the master bedroom. 'Why?' He had to wonder. He had no fighting skills. No knowledge of healing. If he found an injured mouse what could he truly do? Nothing, perhaps, but to sit by and ignore someone in need was a worse crime than ignorance in his mind.

He took a deep breath before venturing closer, leaving the temporary shelter the bed offered for the other side of the room. A sickening feeling whirled in his belly when he found the source of all the nose. One of the Two-Stander's ghastly traps snapped shut on the neck of a struggling mouse. He was larger than Rafael, his fur gray-black and eyes dark as a starless night sky. A wild mouse. Rafael didn't need medical training to know this mouse was going to die. His neck was twisted at an unnatural angle and blood bubbled at his mouth as he gasped for air. Rafael did the only thing he could think to do in that moment, try to relieve the stranger's suffering. He bounded forward, tugging at the metal part of the trap with his teeth in an attempt release the poor fellow, but it was no good. It wouldn't budge.

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[ Shadowclaw ]
Male | 2 y/o | Black Tan Fancy Mouse | SeedClan Warrior
Location: Sam's Bedroom | Mentions: Shatha

Tiny claws clicked on the tile flooring as Shadowclaw raced ahead of the cat only an inch or so behind him, so close he could feel the predator's breath on his tail. There was no fear in him. Only the rush of adrenaline and the thrill of his grand escape. He zigzagged in confusing patterns, causing the cat to trip over his own paws and let out a yowl of fury. In reality the Two-Standers cat was no joke. He had killed and injured many a Clan mouse before, but Shadowclaw was convinced he was untouchable.

He rushed into Sam's bedroom, nimbly climbing to the top of one of his book cases before latching onto a curtain that swayed in his direction from the open window just in time. He clambered up to the curtain holder and balanced on top, staring down at the cat with a look of triumph. He would never be able to fit up here. The cat spat at him before turning his attention to a cage set atop a nearby table instead and Shadowclaw's gaze followed the ginger beast as he attacked Shatha's home, attempting to use his claws to pry the doors open. The black and tan buck watched with mild interest, no intent to help just yet. It would seem he wasn't needed regardless. The doe took care of herself and the ruckus alerted her master who came running in to shoo the cat away.