"So, you thought you could escape from the clutches of Scourge, did you?" The first cat, a heavy black tom, snarled.

"Bone was right to tell us to watch him," The tabby female beside him chuckled with a dark sinister sound, "We'll make short work of him, and then Scourge will be pleased with us!"

They advanced on me, one to each side, tails twitching and eyes locked on mine. I crouched, muscles tightening as I knew this would most likely be my last fight for survival. In my mind, it was a better end than submitting to Scourge.

The female leapt onto my back and dugs her claws in, lowering her head to bite my shoulder with her sharp canines. I screeched and rolled quickly, slamming into the ground and kicking with my hind legs to throw her off. Before I even had a chance to kick again, I was stunned by a sharp blow to the muzzle from the larger tom. My head spinning, I lashed out and connected with the shecat's face, tearing skin, before I was rolled over again.

I kicked violently with my hindclaws, and bit down hard on the shecats shoulder before shoving her away and striking at the tom's scarred muzzle. But my efforts were in vain. The next moment I was pinned to the ground, a paw on my muzzle, forcing it into the dirt. The shecat was panting in my ear, then she hissed and spat at me.

"You tore my face up, you little piece of crow-food!"

My only answer was a growl, which earned me a bite on the ear. I spat and struggled, and was cuffed into unconciousness by the tomcat.

When I awoke, I realized I was in Scourge's own home, an abandoned Twoleg nest, and I was surrounded by other terrified prisoners. I struggled to my paws, my muscles screaming in pain and my wounds seeping blood through what was already caked in my fur. I looked around at the other cats crouching here and there; their eyes were empty and seemed lifeless, and none of them stirred, except one who lifted his head and looked at me dully. When he spoke, it was a rasping whisper.

"Welcome to Scourge's Prison..."