Skimbleshanks: Since HAT got stuck in a black hole and can't get herself out... I'm here for the chapter/day! Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and OCs because if I owned CATS, Munkustrap would play with yarn balls.
A few days later I open my eyes and see something at the door and realize that I've been given food. At first I'm ready to outright devour it, but you never know with that ginger fiend so I sniff it warily before I devour the magpie hungrily. Once I'm done I lick my lips and make sure I'm clean before I notice the she-cat from the cell across from me is smirking in my direction and I feel more than a little self-conscious. I still don't know her name...
"What's your name, kit?" she asks.
"V-Victoria," I reply, silently cursing myself for stuttering.
She chuckles. "I'm Elizabeth."
I can't help but giggle, realizing we're both named after queens of England. She looks rather sad, but I can't blame her. I'm sad too and I'm sure everyone else here is too. A shout of fear surprises me and I peer out of my cage and see a hench-cat dragging a white and red tabby tom being dragged down the hall. His pumpkin colored eyes meet mine and I shake, realizing that he'd afraid and I'm probably never going to see this cat that I never knew the name of. He's going to die.
Dear Everlasting, protect us, I pray as he goes out of my sight, but his screams can still be heard until they get quieter and quieter and then... silence. A pregnant silence stays until a hench-cat comes and stands in front of Elizabeth's cell and I'm afraid for her, but her face is calm and sad, like she accepts her fate. I watch her leave and I'm left here all alone. There's no one here, well, no one here that I've seen, and it makes me frustrated. Why do we have to suffer because Macavity wants to watch "games" where cats kill other cats? That's just stupid! I breathe to calm myself and hug my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them as I ponder how I'm going to kill let alone survive.
One step at a time, I think to myself.
"Looks like you live another day, tom-kit," an elder hench-cat says, shoving the tabby from before forward into another cell. I notices it's near mine and that he's covered in wounds, like he's been in a fight and I realize that he most likely has been. "But don't get your hopes up."
The tom sits and sits down as the hench-cat leaves before looking up in my direction. "Hey..."
I hesitate. "Hey..."
"I'm Patch," he says with a friendly smile.
"Victoria," I reply and a shy smile.
"So I take it that you're new here since you don't have any serious injuries or battle scars," he says, eyes taking in my smooth white fur.
I nod hesitantly. "Yeah."
He presses himself against the cage as if to get closer. "Good luck out there. I heard that they're going to have a white queen fight today and you're the only one I've seen besides Griddlebone and she never fights."
I gulp. "Thanks for letting me know..."
"I hope you make it," he says.
I do too... Elizabeth is returned and her face is pale as she gives me worried glances and I notice the hench-cat unlocking my cage.
"You're up, white," he says.
I'm gonna fight, I think, my stomach plummeting. And I'm gonna have to kill.
Skimble: Yep, so there's that chapter. Next chapter she'll be fighting... so, review, please lads and lassies!
Pouncival: *walks on stage and hands over a letter*
Skimble: What's this?
Pouncival: *shrugs* HAT said that it was important.
Skimble: *opens it* Okay... Hm... it seems that she wants you to read one of her friends' stories. EmceeSquare's story Of Candles, Books, and Bells... She also says that she'll be recommending a story every week, stories that she's either currently reading, or read that she enjoyed, and recommending her friends, though since we all know she's forgetful...
Pouncival: Do you really want to say that in HAT's story? I mean, she'll read it later.
Skimble: What's she gonna do?
Pouncival: She knows where your Scotch is.
Skimble: *blinks* Crap...
Pouncival: *rolls eyes* Review while Uncle Skimble tries to redeem himself.
