In The Wild

Chapter four: Found

The next few years flied by surprisingly fast. Branch was a teenager now and would  go hunting with Poppy by themselves. When they first started hunting, they formed the claws that Viva and Clay first grew. It was a bit of inconvenience at first, but thankfully, the claws were retractable. Eventually, they began hunting bigger things like spiders and birds. So they started wearing leaf cloaks as camouflage .

Today would be Poppy's first hunt by herself. She was fifteen now, and all four of them decided she was old enough.

She  stared eagerly at the traps she set up. Viva and Clay were on a fishing date, and Branch was taking a nap in the bunker in case Poppy needed his help. But Poppy didn't need  his  help. She just needed a critter to get close enough to....

SNAP!

.....Finally after what felt like two hours of waiting ( it was actually thirty minutes), Poppy jumped out of the bushes to claim her spoils.
She went to the trap and eyed her prey. It was a yellow and green looking worm with pink stripes and a top hat on. Poppy didn't particularly like worms, but a long time ago, she learned not to be picky. Poppy picked the worm out of the trap and took out her claws, ready to kill it. But for some reason, she couldn't.

It was too cute!

" I kill something else." Poppy said reluctantly." Bye-bye worm."

" Mew," said the worm as he wiggled away in an unfamiliar direction. Poppy had never seen a worm like it before, so she decided to follow it.

They made their way to a small stream, and the worm swam through it. Poppy crossed the stream easily by just by stepping over it.

The worm then jumped over a bush.Poppy was about to copy his move when she heard a voice.

" Mr.Dinkles! Where have you been?"

Poppy had never heard a voice like that before. She opened the bushes and peered through them. She saw a multitude of what looked like trolls. One was holding Mr.Dinkles, and he was blue and the tallest troll there. Beside him was a small yellow troll with turquoise hair. Then Poppy heard two trolls arguing about something. They seemed to be connected by their hair.

" Satin, you're overcooking  it!" One said.

" It's called char-grilled, Chenille." The other replied.

Whatever they were cooking,Poppy decided  it smelled delicious. Sure, the meat wouldn't be alive when she found it, 0but it was still meat. Poppy readied herself for her new prey when....

" Woah, does anyone else see that?" A  purple troll with weird hair pointed at a pair of staring magenta eyes.

" Mew"

" What's that, Mr.Dinkles?" The blue troll asked.

" Mew."

" Guys, Mr.Dinkles says that's a troll!"

" Really, Biggie?" The purple troll said, annoyed." That's not a troll, I know all the trolls in the village as the future king I have to.

" Mew"

Biggie gasped." Mr.Dinkles says she isn't from the village!"

".... You know what, Biggie, fine. " The purple troll gave up. He knelt down and went to the bushes where Poppy was staring at him intentively.

" Hi, my name's Creek." He flashed a smile and held his palm out.

Poppy didn't care for this troll's friendly gesture. She was more interested in the meat behind him. Creek got up and placed his hands on his hips smugly.