A gray she-cat lay in her cage with her paws tucked under her. The den was dark as the other cats slept silently around her in their own small prisons. The only light was given from the full moon that rose high above the small opening in the wall on the far side of the den. It faintly showed the shapes of the sleeping cats. She couldn't sleep.
Somehow in her heart, she knew that the twolegs would arrive in the morning when the sun rose to take her to the place where no cat returned. She could feel it with every instinct in her frail body. Her features revealed her age, her once red pelt had faded into a colorless gray, her teeth were yellow and uneven, and her brown eyes were tired.
She looked up at the moon as she let all the painful memories of her hard life wash over her mind. It seemed that Starclan had destined her life to be nothing but turmoil. She had been betrayed by so many in her life, that she had just given up. You would expect a cat who'd been crushed over and over, no matter how much hope and effort she made, to at least be given a happy ending.
But that dream had vanished. She knew up until this day when the cat she truly loved had betrayed her, and the twolegs brought her here to live in this filthy place without even the slightest hope of ever getting out, locked away in this cage, that she would die here.
But even if there was the possibility of being set free, there would be no where she could go without finding a cat she could trust again. She had given up on everything. Given up on love. Given up on hope. Given up on life.
All she wanted to do was leave. Leave this world and never come back. She knew there was nothing else for her here. But there was one good memory she had, was being accepted by the one cat that looked past all of her flaws and mistakes, and had given her what she had always wanted from another cat: love. And that one cat that she had fallen so deeply in love for was in fact, another she-cat.
But she was gone now, and she knew she would never be able to see her again. She lay in her den all night like that without sleep letting her life run past her, as she knew that she would soon be able to sleep forever when they took her. She watched as dawn approached through the opening, the sun leaking it's rays into the den, stirring the other cats from their slumber. She stretched her jaws in a yawn and sat up into a sitting position, her whiskers twitching.
She exchanged last words with her den mate through a shiny material that kept the cats separated, before she began to hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching the door that opened into the main den. As they grew closer, she remembered her life one last time in a rushing haze before watching the door as it opened to reveal a twoleg.
It came to the front of her own little den and proceeded to lift the latch to open it. She let out a sorrowful breath as she gave herself up to the twoleg, excepting her fate. She was ready.