hybrids were a newly found species that everyone wanted. after being underground for so many years, a duo philosopher and famous scientist got assassinated and all of their research on hybrids got leaked. after seeing the ups and downs of having a hybrid on 141s team, they were determined to get one. specifically a predator. prey were meek and weak, whereas predators were strong and independent— which was required.

yesterday, ghost, price, soap, and gaz got sent on their mission to a rainforest-y terrain in hopes to find a predator hybrid, as it was known most predators lived in habitats.

after they set up camp in a clearing, they started their trek in hopes to find a hybrid. it could take days, hours— minutes to find one, but they would. and it just so unfortunately happened to be you. a jaguar hybrid!

you were just chilling on a high up tree branch, as one did, when the carcass of the bird you were feasting on slipped from your claws. your whole body tensed once you heard a loud yell, “ah, ya bastard! what was that!” a scottish man yelled, soap, making the rest of 141 alert that you were around and you alert that you were around others.

their tranquillising guns pointed up at the upper canopy, looking for any sign of life.

you stayed frozen in place. your curved pattered ears pinned back and your tail wrapped around the branch you were sat on for extra support. you stayed that way for a few minutes until you thought you knew they were gone, so you climbed down slightly to hop to the next tree, on your way to head back to your ‘prowl’.

the sound of leaves rustling was very faint but distinct.