A/N: OH MY DAYS I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO DO THIS D: I'M SO SORRY!

Mallow: Thanks :) I was tired...

Flight: Good to know that you liked it :)


I felt useless. Having wings was pointless. Life was pointless, at least in these conditions. My existence didn't matter. Nothing matters. I stared out of the bars, not bothering to live. I wished that I hadn't escaped, had not had that small insight into what life could be for me, what life could contain. What life should be. What life should contain. A mew from the cage next to me brought me back to reality. Stupid reality. I preferred the dream world. The dream where I was back with CloudClan. I wondered how they were doing. How everyone else was doing. Their leaders gone. Some deputies. Suddenly, the bars were dark and I was shoved into another container. Another way to torture me. I groaned inwardly, flopping back over.

My nose had become sensitive again, my ears deafened with every little sound. As the door of my temporary containment was opened, I was blinded for much longer than I should have been, leaving me unnervingly vulnerable. I was tipped out onto a cold floor. I stiffened, expecting the inevitable prods and pokes. Yet nothing came. Nothing moved me from where I had dropped.

Eventually able to see, I saw I was in a smallish room with a high ceiling, perfect for flying. I looked around, confused. The things behind me watched expectantly. Was I supposed to... to fly? I opened my wings tentatively, expecting yowling and discipline. Nothing came, only excited whispers and intense staring. I ran forwards, taking flight. More excited murmurs, louder this time. I sighed happily. I could fly, although not entirely free, my imagination made up what the room was lacking. Trees formed in front, leaves scattered on the ground. I dodged them, practicing swiftly. I flew for a bit, around in a circle, trying to think about what I could do. Now my wings didn't seem so useless, they seemed like means of escape. Again. As yet another thing entered the room, I swooped low, aiming for the open door. Nothing stopped me as I drew closer and closer. As I was about to fly out, they realised and grabbed at thin air. For they were too late, too slow.

Looking down each identical corridor, I tried to make a decison of which to go down. I shrugged, any way would lead me to them eventually. I had to find them. But I also need to find a way out first. They don't have the advantage of wings. I reminded myself. The things burst out of the door behind me, and I suddenly realised I had no time for logic in a corridor with a low ceiling. I raced down the left corridor, hoping that it would lead to them. Who knew how big this place was. Speeding down each corridor I came across, I came to the conclusion it was pretty big. I had never even been into these spotless white corridors before, let alone memorised each tilt and turn that came upon me. Each corridor was endless, or at least I assumed, I had never reached the end of one. The things kept on springing out of various doors, chasing before giving up and stopping, but then another wave came. After some time of flying, the effects of exhaustion and lack of adrenaline washed over me. Black began creeping in on my vision. I needed to rest. Fast.

I panicked. I flew faster, probably not the smartest move looking back on it. There must be somewhere. A ledge, even a door frame would do. Why was it so hard to find? They were still behind me so if I did manage to rest, they would get me. How would I? An idea formed in my head. Perfect.


I am so sorry I forgot to do this :( I'm going to stop making empty promises. But, as you know, I am lovely and you are lovely, so you shall forgive me for my writers block and inability to complete anything :3 I have found some new fandoms (yay!): Supernatural and Welcome to Nightvale :D (Please forgive me. I was having an overload of feels)

Thank you and r&r!

Shadow -x-