Fading Stars – Collared

Sparkpelt paced around her tiny twoleg prison again.

"Please be quiet, Sparkpelt! Some of us are trying to get to sleep!"

"Sorry, Blossomfall!" she yowled back, eliciting some angry grumbling from the older warrior. Beside her, a brown RiverClan warrior glared at her and she curled into a ball, like the others, and tried to sleep.

It didn't come.

As the rays of the sun shone in through the holes the Twolegs had thought it to be a good idea to have in their den, Sparkpelt, wilting with exhaustion and the fact that this was real, slumped onto the soft rock that the Twolegs had provided. She tried to close her eyes, but then a terrible yowling broke out, and she looked up to see a green-uniformed Twoleg with a family of other Twolegs – two mates and a kit. The kit bounced around the den, occasionally stopping and yowling wildly at the cat trapped inside a prison. Sparkpelt curled her tail over her ears and sat there, intent on hissing to scare it away should it come near. It didn't, though, and after a while it had stopped its bouncing and kept yowling at the female Twoleg while jabbing a meaty claw at Blossomfall.

Blossomfall was pressed up at the back of the prison. She didn't want to hurt this kit, but the kit seemed to be ordering a death sentence.

The uniformed Twoleg put on a thick pair of pelts and reached inside. She tried to claw at the Twoleg through the gloves but couldn't touch the Twoleg. She was put in a smaller prison and handed to the Twoleg family.

The noise was deafening. Yowling was coming from every side as the others asked where they were taking her, screaming out for the Twolegs to put her down, reaching claws through their bars to try and escape, encouraging her to fight. And then she was moved through an opening slab of a Twoleg material, and for the first time in a quarter-moon, it was silent.

And then the little Twoleg started to yowl some more as she was put inside a monster.

Sparkpelt flopped onto the floor of the prison once more, defeated.

And then, a few sunrises later, the same Twoleg came in again, with another group of Twolegs, this time with two kits. The older one was padding around, although she had a similar expression to the Twoleg kit that had took Blossomfall. The younger one was sprinting around the place, yowling at any and every cat in his path.

The older twolegs came to Sparkpelt.

She started to hiss at them. How dare they take her then force her to be spectated by a mass of Twolegs as if she was a piece of prey?

The Twolegs took a step back, but the younger Twoleg bounded through. He was within clawing distance- but wasn't this what started this mess? She stepped into the depths of her cage, flopping down onto the soft rock.

Before she knew it, she was moving, and the yowling started anew. She tried to call back, to tell them that she'd try to get them out, but she was unheard in the din.

She found herself on another soft rock, staring blankly at a wall as she tried to process what had just happened.

Sorry for the delay! I had this chapter written up, but accidentally deleted it.