Thanks for the reviews! :3 I'm glad FallenxEmber are okay too, I honestly think they are super adorable lol.

Anyway, this chapter's kind of boring... They just sit in the doctor's office, nothing else, really. Dx

"Where am I?" I mumbled, not quite awake.

I felt my whole body throb with pain, and it hurt when I move. So I decided not to. I was just so exhausted, I felt like I could sleep for a moon. I wrapped my tail tighter around my muzzle, curling into a tighter ball. I winced with pain as my leg bumped against something. I frowned. What?

My eyes flying open, I let out a yowl of shock. I was in a small, enclosed space! On three sides of me there was just a gray, smooth material, and in front of me there was some type of mesh. I batted at it, struggling to open it. It didn't work.

I glanced around, looking at my pelt. It was ruffled, but was surprisingly clean. The fur gleamed, and was glossy and sleek. I assumed some cat had taken quite a while to groom me. Probably Emberstrike. I sighed, wondering if she was alright. I struggled to get into a more comfortable position in the tiny cage, and let out a whimper as I had to move myself. I felt bruised and sore all over, and even moving positions hurt.

"Fallenpaw?" A panic-stricken yowl rang through the air. I felt my ears prick, I recognized that voice! It was none other than Emberstrike!

"Emberstrike!" I gasped, twisting my body so I could be pressing my face against the mesh. I ignored the pain exploding from my hind-paws when I moved. I could barely see her. I pressed my face so I could glance downwards slightly. The ginger she-cat's paw was clawing in vain at the mesh.

"What's happening?" She meowed, terrified. "Why did they trap us in these… tiny nests?"

A light brown tabby with white paws padded forward, rolling her eyes. "These aren't tiny nests!" She exclaimed. "They're cages!"

Immediately, I hissed in distrust. "Who are you." I snarled, my claws slipping out of their sheathes.

To my annoyance, she just let out a purr of amusement. "Please." She sniffed. "Like you could reach me." She padded close to my cage, and just as I reached out my paw to slash at her, she leapt backwards. She grinned, clearly pleased with herself.

"Just wait till I get out of this… cage." I promised. "I'll shred you!"

Her eyes shone brightly. "Hey!" She protested. "That's awfully rude for someone who just saved your life!"

"Saved my…" I frowned. "What?"

Emberstrike was struggling forward, her paw pointing out of the mesh and waving around frantically, like she was trying to get my attention. "Fallenpaw, I met this kittypet. Her name is…" She trailed off, her voice sounding unsure. "Er, what is your name?"

The kittypet giggled. "It's Linnea." She meowed, introducing herself.

"I'm Emberstrike. In case I didn't tell you." Emberstrike meowed. "That's Fallenpaw."

"Yes, I remembered." The kittypet purred, her eyes twinkling. "Your love!" She giggled in a sing-song voice, sticking her tongue out.

I could hear Emberstrike's sigh as if she was right next to me. A pang of sadness hit me as I realized that I really did wish the pretty she-cat was lying beside me. I struggled to my paws, letting out a hiss of pain as my head smacked against the top of the cage. "When can we get out of here?"

"Leave?" Linnea meowed in astonishment. "But you were just hit by a car!"

"A what?" I frowned.

"She means a monster." Emberstrike explained from below.

"Oh." I meowed.

"Aren't you still injured?" Linnea frowned, her ears flattened against her head.

"What do you think?" I retorted dryly.

"So-ree." Linnea scowled. Then her eyes shone again. "Anyway," She rambled on cheerfully. "My Twoleg's gave you guys a bath. You were both really filthy."

"Wait, wait." I interrupted. "Twolegs?"

"Yeah." Linnea meowed matter-of-factly. "Who else do you think took you here, stupid?" She meowed, laughing.

Letting out an angry hiss, I had to focus and use all of my will-power to not leap forward. I knew I couldn't get out of these Twoleg made death-traps, and I would probably just end up causing a giant mess if I knocked it down.

"So… where are we, really?" Emberstrike asked, her voice confused.

"The cutter." Linnea meowed. "They fixed your friend up, and gave you both baths. There is water and food in your cages, by the way."

Listening to what she said, I immediately perked up. Hunger was gnawing at my empty belly, and I spun around, only to recoil in disgust. In the side of my nest, there was a tiny bowl with small brown pellets in them. I scowled in disgust. It was the rabbit-dropping lookalikes we had seen from the barn!

Nevertheless, I was hungry, and bent over and began to chew at the pellets. They were crunchy and hard, and reminded me slightly of a mouse's bones. I sighed in longing. Quickly finishing the bowl of pellets, I shivered as the warm pellets slid into my belly, curing me of my hunger. I then turned, and lapped at the other part of the bowl, where there was a thin layer of water. After drinking, I still felt thirsty.

I smushed my face against the mesh, in a better attempt to see my surroundings. We were in a pale yellow colored nest, which had many objects on the sides. There was also a smooth, shiny silver thing lying in the middle of the room, which was tall.

"What's that?" I frowned.

Linnea turned around. "That?" She meowed, flicking her tail to the silver thing. I nodded. "It's an operating table. That's where they put you when they had to wrap you up."

I frowned. I hadn't even realized I was bounded!

I glanced at my pelt, and I stiffened with shock as I realized there were white things wrapped around my hind-legs and paws. I could move them just fine, but the white-things made it harder to bend it. The white things looked sort of like cobwebs, except as I tugged at the material, I realized it was more stretchy, less sticky and a lot more thick and firm.

I tried to tug them off, but they wouldn't. I growled in frustration.

"Look, kittypet." I meowed, not too kindly. "We need to get out of here. And to do that, I need these things off of me."

"Thanks for your help." Emberstrike added quickly, her voice grateful and polite.

"Um, you guys can't just leave…" Linnea meowed, almost apologetically. "And those things, you can unwrap them yourselves if you want… later."

"What do you mean?" I snarled, hostility flashing off of my pelt.

"Well." She shifted nervously. "You're hind-legs aren't broken, but they were bruised very tightly and bleeding slightly. That thing wrapped around it is a sort of bandage, and you can remove it anytime, really… It's just to help the bleeding and to protect it slightly. But you can't remove it by yourself."

I growled in frustration. That wasn't good enough! I needed it off, right now! And nobody else could reach into my cage. "Let me out!" I roared. "Where's the exit to this horrid place?"

"Well that's a door." Linnea meowed uneasily, gesturing at a large piece of wood that was stuck to the walls. "And this place isn't horrid, it's actually a decent room…"

Room must mean den, I figured.

Suddenly, a twoleg pushed through the door. I flattened myself to the bottom of the cage, slipping uneasily into a crouch. My leg's were stiff, and couldn't bend so I couldn't go properly. I snarled in frustration. The twoleg pressed his hand to my webbing, and said something in a foreign language I didn't understand. He seemed to be talking to himself.

"I think he just wants to check you." Linnea explained.

I hissed. What if I didn't want him to check me?

I heard a thin yowl of shock from the cage beneath me, and saw the twoleg's hands wrap around Emberstrike. Horror surged through me, and with a terrified howl I clawed frantically at the mesh. "No!" I shouted. "Let go of her, you slimy Twoleg!" I clawed desperately, slamming my body against the sides of the cage in order to move it and knock it over.

Linnea scrambled forward, pressing against the cage so it wouldn't fall. "Woah. Steady there." She frowned. "What is with you cats and freaking out when Twoleg's come? He's not going to hurt her! He's just checking out that dog bite in her shoulder."

Terror and panic was making me dizzy. "Dog bite?" I meowed, horror and confusion mixing inside of me. "W-what? When did she get in a fight with a dog?"

Stopping my frantic clawing, I pressed my face to the mesh, trying to get a good look at Emberstrike. She was standing warily on the silver… operating table, and she looked as if she was struggling to remain calm as the Twoleg brushed gently at her fur. There was a transparent thing wrapped on his hand, perhaps he was wearing cobwebs.

Linnea caught my vision. "He's wearing a glove." She explained to me. "He doesn't want to get her wound infected."

Relieved, I sat down. At least Twoleg's had some sort of sense. I looked forward, and flinched. The dog bite was pretty deep. It had already scabbed over, and the fur around it was all removed. I stared in shock. "What happened to her shoulder fur? Did the dog rip it all off?"

"No." Linnea meowed, shooting me a cautious look. "The Twoleg's cut it off, so they could get a better look at her shoulder wound. They don't want the fur getting it infected."

I guess I understood that logic. Whatever kept Emberstrike safe, I agreed with. Even if it meant agreeing with a stupid Twoleg. I watched the hairless creature apply some sort of paste, ointment to her shoulder, rubbing it gently. Emberstrike didn't wince with pain, but her muscles were tense and it looked like she was in a bit of pain. The Twoleg smiled and gently carried her back to her cage, where he put her gently. He took out her water bowl, and refilled it. He slid a latch, and the mesh was locked again.

"You're next." Linnea meowed, urgency clear in her tone. "Be nice." She warned me. "Or else he won't help you, and you two could be in grave danger." Her eyes clouded over sadly. "He might think you have rabies, after all, you two are strays."

I sulked at her comment. Strays? I wasn't a stray! I was a noble warrior of ThunderClan. I felt my heart pound against my chest, so hard I feared it may break. The twoleg pried open my door, and his 'gloved' hands reached forward. I resisted the urge to lash out to him, and managed to keep myself perfectly still. He wrapped his hands around me, soft but yet firm.

He pulled me out, and I realized he was very careful. He didn't let me bump into anything. I guess not all twoleg's were mouse-brained, after all. Emberstrike nodded encouragingly at me. He set me down gently on the operating table, and he tilted the light over my head.

I flinched away, hissing in pain as the bright light stung at my sensitive eyes. He made a cooing noise, stroking me over the ears gently. Huh. It actually felt pretty decent. I felt myself relax, and the Twoleg made a noise in his mouth. He sounded, almost satisfied.

Perhaps he meant to get me calm! I prepared to stiffen and attack, but catching Linnea's gaze she shook her head frantically. No, she mouthed me.

Forcing my fur to stay flat, and for myself to stay relaxed, I lay down, my legs stretching out behind me. The Twoleg made a noise in his throat, and stroked at my bindings gently. I felt something on them, and I realized in surprise as it was air. He had taken my bindings off!

I craned my neck as I twisted it around, straining to get a better look at my hind-legs. I could feel him rubbing at it, and I stretched more to get a good look. He was applying some sort of ointment, similar to the one he had put on Emberstrike, but also different. Thankfully, he had only removed a small patch of fur, and not my whole leg fur. It would grow back soon enough.

I looked at my scabs. I had two of them, big ones on the back of my legs. They were thick and still slightly crusted with blood, and I could tell that the wounds must have been pretty deep. My flesh was a bit purple, gray and very pale. It was bruised. The twoleg seemed to be pleased by my sort of recovery, and walked over to another cage-like thing. It was wooden, and he grabbed onto two pieces of wood that stuck out of it, and swung it open. He reached inside, and got more bandaging.

He gently wrapped it around my legs, careful not to cause me any pain. I sighed, relaxing and spreading myself out as I lay down on the operating table. After he finished with that, he seemed to let out a grunt of satisfaction. He then rubbed my fur, parting it in different ways. He stopped my shoulder, where the bird had gotten me a few days before. It was scabbed over, but he still rubbed some ointment on it.

He then picked me up gently, and tucked me into my cage. He changed my water-bowl and refilled it as well. Exhaustion and pain wearing me down, I felt drowsy once more.

"How much longer do we stay here?" I meowed sleepily, my eyes already sliding shut.

"We can leave tomorrow." Emberstrike murmured, obviously exhausted as well.

"Okay…" I mumbled, my voice barely louder than a whisper. My eyes finally squeezed shut, I curled up as tight as I could and eventually fell into a empty but dutiful sleep.

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