Talonpaw
I sniffed gently trying to forget the stinging wounds newly embedded into my side. Swiftpaw's amber eyes quickly glanced over at Darkpool then flashed back to me taking in every movement.
"I'm fine," I said through gritted teeth. My bleeding paw hit a sharp rock and I flinched staring as blood oozed out from the cut.
"Sure, y-you might want to go t-to Goldenleaf," Swiftpaw stuttered glancing at me and gave me a look that said do it now. Where did he get that protective side from? It came out of nowhere. I found out that I actually liked it.
Slowly I padded into the golden cat's den. As usual herbs were stacked in neat rows against the rock wall. Slowly I limped in and held my leg away from the rough stones. Goldenleaf gasped as she saw my ripped leg and bleeding face.
"I'll get you some cob webs for a base, and then you'll have to go to the vet," Goldenleaf said disappearing to go get spider webs. Inside I was like um, no way, but these cats were used to that. Maybe they weren't so bad after all. Goldenleaf came back and I went up the street and meowed at the door of a two-leg who I had impressed a few days ago.
The smaller one, a girl ran inside and got her mother. Before you know it, I was inside of a big monster. It turns out they didn't eat you, and I wondered what a vet did. It didn't sound too pleasant. Then I was dropped onto a metal table, one I didn't care for.
Then a woman with jet black hair walked out. She started poking me with things and talking in a strange language. I didn't understand one word. Then I felt a sharp poke in my side, I felt like biting her, but my head was too far away. Then I felt nothing, it was completely numb, and I was put in a crate. Which was another bad thing, I was claustrophobic.
"Bonjour mademoiselle," I looked to my left and next to me was a huge white tom with green eyes. I gave him my personal creeped out stare, I was actually pretty good at it now.
"Um, I'm Talon," I said. That's what you called yourself. You just used the front part of your name, mine was Talon.
"I'm Jason, but you can call me anything you like," The tom purred. I blinked another one of my weirded out glances.
Another voice hissed, "Leave her alone!" It was a tall brown tom with blue eyes. I rolled my eyes this tome. Couldn't I just be who I wanted to be?
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Name's Damien. I'm from the pound and I'm just here for a check up," The tom admitted sadly.
"The pound is a horrible place, even worse than my mentor, and that is saying something," I said then stared through the bars of the cage as a black and white tom with flaming amber eyes walked in. "Swiftpaw?"
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