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Ouch.
Vada felt a deep sense of hurt in her poor, pale tail, and emitted an earsplitting yowling noise, like a cat would make. Jaws had clamped around her flag, and she would not have it. The pain grew, and grew, and Vada fought tooth and claw against the earth, propelling herself onwards...
And she ran. There had been an odd noise, a release, and now she was free. Vada went running, flat-out againt the marshy dirt, making for dryer land as fast as possible. Oddly, something felt like it was missing, like she had forgotten something. What, she did not realize immedietly, had been her tail. Or most of it, anyway.