[will we ever get outta here?][l]

[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=393939] the count;; 538 the cat;; Dusky the dreamer the involved;; open. the notes;; open mehh, okay muse, its late at night. btw, Dusky drops an f-bomb and a few other exotic words later. [trapped inside these four walls] The pitter patter of rain of the ceiling above Dusky's head made her recall her memories. She could see from the bottles that outside the old building the rain was pouring. Just like moons ago when she met her first friendly ThunderClan cat. [stuck inside forever] Dusky could remember the day she first met Lionfur. He was so friendly to her. She had never met anyone so nice and hospitable like him. The day was getting late, and a late leaf-bare storm was upon Dusky. She was a plump she-cat, showing signs of a good life with twolegs. The faint scent of them clung to her, as they did provide her leaf-bare meals. Dusky had decided to rest under a huge tree with many branches first. It was very old, and it had a huge hole for an owl nest, though it was clearly abandoned.. of course, it WAS still the snow-fall season. It wasn't providing the right shelter. Shivering, and getting pelted by hail, she darted across as nondescript as she could, in case she gathered unwanted attention, and saw the cats that didn't want her who lived here. That cat, Darkcry, StarClan guide him, was wrong. Lionfur greeted her. Dusky didn't notice anything but his glistening personality first. Later she noticed he wasn't too much for looks, but his personality.. it just glowed far above everything else, and it only took Dusky two moon to know that she was completely in love with this tom, and only this tom. She decided she wouldn't mate with random toms in hope of rearing successful litters of kittens: Her only kittens would belong to her and Lionfur. And every last one of them would be great and powerful warriors, like their father, with a touch of Dusky's understanding. But those dreams were crushed. Dusky's daydream brought her to a situation where she was surrounded by five FireClan cats. They thought she would be a fun plaything, kill, rape and kill, whatever they wanted. Dusky was starving from the sickness, and hadn't eaten for a couple of days. The leader and deputy-- Redeyes and Crueleye-- just completely beat here. When Redeyes when down for the killing blow, a silvery gray tom came to her rescue, pouncing on him, and getting into a fight. He urged Dusky to run, but her leg had been broken, and she was losing a lot of blood. Once the tom was killed and taken care of, they stole Dusky and took her away.. and Dusky just didn't want to think about it anymore. [never seeing no one] It was too hard for Dusky to think about it. She could have had Lionfur's kits. She could have still been with ThunderClan. It had been two moons, away from them, and she hated FireClan more than anything. The more ruthless toms mated with her a few times a month. Because Dustpaw was so young, she attracted less attention than Dusky, but soon Dustpaw would be where Dusky was. [nice again] Dusky kept staring at the window. She had been as still as a statue, day dreaming the entire time. With a heaving sigh that revealed her jutting ribs, she turned her tired head to Dustpaw. "Dustpaw?" She asked, with a drowsy expression, followed by a yawn. Another sigh. She was itching to talk. "When's the next feeding time?" [like you]

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[Silky]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=47e32d] ``kit;; Dust{paw} the longing ``words;; 264 ``notes;; Dust is a sad kitty :< ``music;; i remember - dead mouse It had been so long since Dustpaw had seen her family. She was a prisoner like Dusky, and she had come in just a little earlier than her. The cat that Dustpaw missed most, surprisingly, was Firepaw. She missed his cheeriness, and she missed her mother and father too. How foolish she had been huting out alone. There had been many dangers... Wolves, badgers, eagles, and so on, but she had been caught by a group of tom cats. How embarrassing for the young Dustpaw. Dustpaw missed one cat above anyone though. Her mentor, Drydusk. She was in love with him, and she was so angry at her father when he had made Shadewing deputy. But maybe, when her father passed away - Starclan forbid - Shgadestar would make Drydusk deputy. Or probably not. Dustpaw stretched out as Dusky spoke. Feeding time? Dustpaw thought quite hard, humming to herself. "I think it'll be in a few days... Stupid Fireclan... I wanna go home." She muttered. Dustpaw felt sorry for Dusky; as she was older, she often had toms coming in to mate with her. It had happened to Dustpaw too, but not as much as she was still young. Dustpaw let out a small sigh, thinking about her family. She had heard of this Redeyes; he used to be Coldpaw of Thunderclan, and his siblings were Twixpaw and Troublepaw, or something like that. Dustpaw rolled onto her back, looking out through the glass bottles. The sun was just peeking out through the clouds, but the rain refused to leave the camp. Dustpaw hoped Starclan would drown those stupid toms.

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[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=393939] the count;; only 255, muse is bad. the cat;; Dusky the dreamer the involved;; Dustpaw, open the notes;; as soon as my cold goes away, allergies come in.. ATCHOO! by the way, dusky doesn't use clan swears too much, and you'll find a curse right at the beginning.. Dusky sighed and looked over at Dustpaw. "I miss Lionfur.." she sighed, yellow eyes looking out from the bottles. "I miss eating. I miss hunting. I miss ThunderClan." Dusky said sadly, looking at the rain slowly going away. "Fuck FireClan! Get me the hell out of here, you bastards!" she yowled, rising and putting her side weight on the bottles. She weighed so little, however, she barely ever made the bottles move. Dusky hissed again. "There's nothing here. We need to get out. " Dusky looked out at the rain again for a few moments, and turned her head back towards Dustpaw. "We need to get out. But we can't with how often we're fed..." She rose and paced around the prisoner's den. You could see every bone in her ribs through her tortoise shell fur. What were once muscles he body had taken for nutrients, and her legs were now skinny. Life hates me. I never can truly be happy. I'm always longing for even simple things I'll never get... this life is pure torture. The boredom, the starvation.. the only thing possibly eventful is the mating, and even so, I don't want to do that. I only wanted Lionfur as a mate.. and what if I have kits? Dusky stopped her pacing after a while, and went back to the edge of the cage. She panted heavily, as even pacing around a couple of times had her out of breath. "Damn.." she whispered, laying down. this sucks..

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[Silky]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=47e32d] ``kit;; Dust{paw} the meep ``words;; 204 ``notes;; Dust is a sad kitty :< ``music;; i remember - dead mouse Dustpaw jumped and shrank back at Dusky's sudden outrage, but she was right. They had to get out of here! Dustpaw couldn't take it any more! She looked towards the guards outside, and a plan began to form in her head. She knew when the guards would change over with two more, and that was when they could strike. []b"Dusky... I think I have a plan."

[/b] The young ginger tabby stated quietly, looking at the guards. They were yawning, and the two she-cats didn't have much time to get ready.

"The changing of the guard, that'll be our cue." Dustpaw said. "During the night, it's only apprentices that guard us. If we manage to defeat them, we could make our escape quietly, but we'd have to deal with them fast, drag them in here. The sound in here doesn't escape very well."

Dustpaw looked over to the toms who were yawning more and more. She also heard some giggles of she-cat apprentices. She-cats were easy to deal with, unless someone else, even bigger, was coming with them, like Crueleye or Redeyes. Dustpaw hoped they wouldn't.
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[Cx Sunny~]

[bg=C31616][cs=7] ○•'•○-○•'•○ {Kit} Phoenixfeather the Somewhat Casual {Words} 197 {Notes} Hi. Whatya in for eh? {Music} Bonkers (Dizee Rascal) A sleek cat stinking strongly of Foxdung slipped through the aleys and streets of Fireclan's territory towards the prisoners' area, that old building. "I could do with a mouse or something." she muttered, making her way slowly to the ground near the back of the building. Out of sight, she squeezed through a rather large crack in the wall. She appeared behind a barrell. "Come to Mummy, mousies!" she purred, almost smugly. She tasted the air. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "So this place is actually being USED now?" Phoenixfeather gave up on the mouse and leapt on top of the old barrell. She saw... Two cats. Awesome. she thought. those thugs are killing two more she-cats. Just look at that skinny one! I can see almost all of her bones! She stared intently at Dusky before swinging her gaze to Dustpaw. So young... that isn't fair. thought Phoenixfeather with anger. This is about three kit's deaths worth of damage. she let out a small hiss and leapt down to the floor to confront the two prisoners. "Heeey." she purred. "What are you guys in for?"

[Twilight]

May 29, 2009 7:28:48 GMT -5 Twilight said:

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=212774] Kitll Dolphinfeet the Disgusted Musicll Notesll PRISONBREAK TIME! It was night. The rain was falling hard, and in different levels. A dark gray tom, made so by the rain, had slunk in between the guards. He had mixed some herbs that would make them sleep for a long while in their supper. He hated the way FireClan had trapped it's prisoners. And then, he heard almost silent voices coming from the two she-cats. They were talking about food. Figures. They only feed them every three days or so. It's disgusting. Time to get them out of here, poor she-cats... He sielntly crept forward continously, slowly, letting the rain wash away his scent. Then, he was at the entrance. His dark blue eyes adjusted, and he then saw the shape of the she-cats. Worse than last time, poor girls... Then, he mustered up himself, and went "Psst! Psst!" He was trying to get their attention, not sare them.

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[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=393939] the count;; 215.. muse dying. the cat;; Dusky the frustrated the involved;; Dustpaw, Phoenixfeather the notes;; woah thar twilly, prison break happens in another topic, luv. Dusky looked at Phoenixfeather. "Caught by a-- oh, hey, you smell like mouse. Do you have a mouse?" Her black ears perked up, her bright yellow eyes flashing. "Give it here. Let me see it. Just for a look. Just for a taste," she meowed, tilting her head to the side. "Hm? So you want to give it here? I'm hungry." Dusky stared at Phoenixfeather. "So, what's your name ol' buddy?" She asked, walking towards the bottles. "My name's Dusky. I'm Dusky. From ThunderClan..." she did a quick cough, like she had a chip of wood stuck in her throat. She swallowed deeply. The rain was fading away, now. It was getting to be late, she could tell from her quick glance into the sky. Dusk was coming upon them, but certainly not fast.. No, nothing went by fast in FireClan. Not a thing. The calico's tail curved into a question mark. A form of greeting, but slightly questionable. "I'm starved. Haven't eaten for days, I swear. You got an ounce of pity in you, right?" She barely even paused between each word, giving no more than an opportunity to lift the mouth. Her pleading yellow eyes like a monster's eyes looked up at Phoenixfeather. "Please? Please?"

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[Twilight]

[[Oh! Okay! ^_^]]

[Cx Sunny~]

[bg=C31616][cs=7] ○•'•○-○•'•○ {Kit} Phoenixfeather the angry {Words} 260 ;;COMPLETELY Dead muse in the morning. =/ {Notes} Fireclan sucks, doesn't it? {Music} None Phoenixfeather sized them up some more. They were obviously starving. Another moon, and Starclan might easily claim them. But how could they escape? Their scent is unfamiliar and they are easily recogniseable. They did not have much chance... "I'm Phoenixfeather. Proffessional Fireclan prey stealer!" she grinned, leaning her head down from the top of the bottles and giving the mouse to Dusky. "I'm assuming you hate then as much as me?" She jumped off the bottles, making them clink loudly. "Fireclan abandoned me because I was only born for their pleasure." she spat, remembering back to that horrible moment. "They killed my mother after I was born because they lost interest in her and didn't need her any more. If I could rewrite history, I would never include Fireclan. I'd make sure I stopped it from ever happening. Those horrid, wicked cats." She sat down after her Fireclan rant and washed her paws, waiting for Dusky's reply, thinking about that tragic night. "Mummy? Where are you?" cried Phoenixkit, sitting just outside Fireclan under a tree. "Mum's dead. now be a good unwanted kit and DIE." laughed a large, fluffy cat with one eye. He aimed a blow at her, but she pounced onto his head and off, pushing herself into the tree. "Oh well, starve for all I care. I can't be bothered to go after you." he smirked, and turned back to go to camp. "Those wicked cats." Phoenixfeather repeated, under her breath. "I don't trust them one bit."