A little after this thread(after she was yeeted)
Ginger was limping away, sad and pitiful right now as her little raccoon body was dazed and confused after being tossed on a roof and shaken like a maraca she just wanted to find a safe place to rest up.
As the injured raccoon hobbled along, she would make it to a place that smelt sweet and full of goodness. Making her way there, she would look around and find a shiny spoon to carry around in her mouth as she hunted for something to eat.
On her journey with the spoon in her mouth and her right forepaw pulled up to her chest, she continued on her limpy trek, she wouldn't notice the object in front of her that knocked her back down and made the raccoon let out a small sound of disapproval as she looked up at who or what she bumped into again.