A black kitten with a white spot on her chest and paws wailed as she was violently grabbed by her scruff by a large Twoleg. She clawed desperately at the smooth ground that was beneath her as she was lifted off the ground. The Twoleg jerked her away from the ground and shut the metal box where she had been before. She glanced around at her surroundings and saw her sibling, a jet black tom, trembling on the top of another silver floor, one without walls.
She yowled as she was abruptly dropped onto the surface next to her brother. His eyes were wide with fear as the Twoleg grabbed one of it's many sharp objects and faced the two kits, narrowing it's eyes. She pressed her flank to him for comfort, mainly for him, but also for herself.
Suddenly the Twoleg grabbed her brother by the scruff, grumbling in it's Twoleg language. It then took the sharp end of the object it was holding and jabbed it into him. The kit watched as her brother let out a small wail and slowly fell asleep. The Twoleg dropped the tom and started to reach for it's sister. She attempted to run from his grasp, but the smooth surface under her paws caused her to slide about, making it easy for the Twoleg to grab her, and forcibly stab the tool into her. She soon nodded off.
As she awoke her skull felt as though it would explode and a new wound stretched across her belly. She sighed softly to herself and crept about her cramped cage. She glanced across the room to meet the gaze of her mother's littermate, a large white tom. His pelt was snarled and his eyes flickered with insanity. Is this what I shall become like? He looked back at her and hissed, showing her his sharp teeth, and causing her to look away.
Suddenly a Twoleg burst into the room carrying a large sack and approached the metal box by the kit. She heard a thud as the animal inside the sack was dropped in the box . The Twoleg then stomped back to the swinging door it had come from. The sound of grunting from the box the cat was dropped into told the kit that her new neighbor was waking up. "Welcome," she mewed, hoping the cat was awake enough to hear her.
"Huh? W-Where am I?" came the groggy reply.
"I don't know what this place is..." the kit mewed uncertainly, she quickly glanced at a small gap in the boxes to see a muscular, gray tabby tom standing there, his fur fluffed out as he stared out past the iron bars that kept him confined. His steps were slowed by tiredness, but he was still alert, his ears pricked and his gaze shifting about the cage.
"Then who are you? Where are you?" He meowed as he gazed around, his pelt bristling with fear.
"I am in the box beside you," she mewed, sticking her white paw through the gap to get his attention "and as for my name, I, uh, don't have one." As she spoke the last few words her blue gaze shifted to her paws, her mother had been taken away before she had been named.
"No name, huh? Well," he motioned his tail to the crescent white spot on her chest, "I think I'll call you Moonpaw, because of the moon shaped spot on your fur. I'm Smokestar by the way, leader of NightClan," His gaze suddenly grew more serious, "I must get back to my clan, is there anyway out of this place?"
"Well, the only way out of the boxes, is if the Twoleg comes in and puts a stick in this hole here," Moonpaw touched her paw to the hole in the metal cube that held the box closed. "Then there are the doors, which shall be easy, on the other side is the forest. But you can't escape during night, the doors wont budge then," she grimaced as she remembered how she obtained this fact. It was when a brave cat had managed to escape his cage, he had ran straight for the door, but it didn't open, he was knocked backwards, after a few more tries, he ran to hide. The Twolegs had found him between two of the silver boxes, and killed him, in front of the other cats.
Moonpaw's thoughts were soon interrupted when she saw Smokestar doing something with the metal cube. He smiled as he realized that his claw fit perfectly in the hole, he glanced over at Moonpaw who was watching him curiously, "I know how to get out, here's my plan," he then lowered his voice and filled her in on his crazy plan that, to Moonpaw, seemed like it just might work.
