THE QUIET ONE
Chapter Seven-
{Quietpaw's P.O.V.}
Fear. That is all the shivering black tomcat felt as he was being wrapped in a brown blanket and gently being set in a barred contraption he heard them call a 'cage'. Being a cat for about eight moons, which roughly is about eight weeks or more, made him forget what some Two-leg things were called or looked like.
"You don't have to be so scared now. The mean man is gone to go find your friend," The Two-leg was softly speaking to him.
By the long black hair, Quietpaw could tell this Two-leg was a girl. She blinked kindly at him as he thought about Ashstep and if she got away.
"Not the one he was with, but it'll do," A husky voice made the girl turn around, a strange gleam in her eyes.
"Why do we have to do this?" She asked, wrapping an almost fully white she-cat in a blanket.
"It's our job! I knew I should've kept you back at the house," The older man scowled as the she-cat was placed in the cage next to Quietpaw's.
The she-cat glanced over, something in her dark amber eyes seemed distantly familiar. Then he remembered, she as the one acrossed the thunderpath with another she-cat.
"Let's get going," The man said in an icy tone, slamming the door on the girl's hand.
Quietpaw could hear her crying on the other side and shrunk back in the blanket. He trembled as a cold feeling brushed his fur as the Two-legs got in the monster. The man started the monster and ignored the girl.
"I hate you," Quietpaw heard her whisper, that strange glint in her eyes was hate; pure hatred.
Her intense feelings filled the car and he shrunk as much as he could into the blanket. The monster lurched forward and putted off down the thunderpath. He tried to calm down and quick trembling like a leaf in the breeze. Music was blasting from the speakers, it sounded alien to his ears, he couldn't make out what it saying from all the heavy guitar. It took him a moment to remember that word, he hadn't used it in a while, it felt odd on his tongue.
The creaking of the cage next to Quietpaw caught his attention and he looked over to see the she-cat pawing at the locked contraption keeping her inside. What is she doing?! Doesn't she know if she opens it, there's nowhere to go? He thought to himself as she tried to slide a metal piece the side.
"What are you doing?" Quietpaw hissed out softly, eyes burning into her with curiosity.
"Trying escape from this dump." She spat back, smacking him with a 'now shut up' look.
He huffed in annoyance, turning his attention to his black paws. He could hear the rattling of the cage and such as she fiddled with it, getting no where.
{Burn's P.O.V.}
After she stopped trying to get out of the cage, the ragdoll threw herself against the cage, hoping that she could get it on its side so she could have better luck with the lock. She earned a few glares from the rear view mirror, but she didn't care. Fear and bravery fueled the storm raging in her as she grunted in pain after another attempt of flipping the cage.
"Stupid cat." She heard the man mutter under his breath, making her growl in disgust.
The car jerked to a stop, finally turning the cage on its side. She quickly reached her paws through and fumbled with the lock, but the car door slide open and her paws were smacked away.
"Not today, little kitten." The man spat.
"I'm not a kitten!" She snarled, though it only sounded like a meow to the human.
"Good try." The tom mumbled before getting picked up and carried away to who-knows-where.
Burn clung to the blanket for dear life as her cage was swung around as the man walked towards a building. Suddenly, she realized where she was going.
"NO! No, no, no." She cried, sticking her paws out of the cage, trying to grab onto a couple walking out.
They didn't even pay attention as they walked their mutt to the car. She trembled in fear as they turned behind a counter and was placed on a metal table in a room.
"Be a good cat." The man cackled and walked out of the room with the girl.
"Don't leave!" She tried to get the girl's attention, but she looked away as the door closed.
"Just face it. We aren't going anywhere." The tom sighed.
"I won't believe that! We are going somewhere and that's out!" She growled at him, amber eyes narrowed.
He started to say something, but the door opened again and Burn looked up in hope, but immediately withdrew at the sight of a needle.
"Shots aren't too bad." The women cooed as she opened the tom's cage.
He was clinging to the blanket, but the women removed it and held tightly to his scruff. He let out a squeak of pain as the needle pierced his flesh. The women put him back into the cage after two more shots and moved onto Burn.
As the cage opened, Burn made a break for it, but wasn't fast enough. The women had grabbed her tail and yanked back, making her hiss.
"Don't be a bad kitty. It'll only pinch." She smiled down at Burn.
As the women grasped her scruff tightly, the ragdoll fought back yowls as the needles were jabbed into her skin. Once she hit the blanket again, she glared at the lady.
"She better not touch me again." She growled.
"She probably will." The tom said blandly.
"Was I talking to you?"
"Who else would you be talking to?"
Burn growled and turned away from the black-furred tom, burying herself in the blanket. She barely registered that she was being picked up and placed into another cage, but with a box full of litter and food bowls.
Her amber eyes flickered shut as she disappeared into the realm of sleep.
{Quietpaw's P.O.V.}
He didn't struggle as gentle hands lifted him out of the barred contraption and placed into a bigger one, he just watched with wide eyes. Thoughts of possible death and despair plagued him as he sat in a nest made of what the blanket was.
The larger contraption was metal and paper lined the bottom. Bowls with water and pebbles lay near him, same with box with sand in it. He hoped the stay wouldn't be too long and that someone would let him go, but doubt clouded his mind.
A few other cats were on the other side of him, most were sleeping while others were eating. Quietpaw was a little scared to ask what was happening, but someone beat him to it.
"Hey, Dallas! They brought in new ones and by the looks of it, they might be forest cats!" A dusty ginger she-cat piped up with bright green eyes.
"I noticed Eve. I have my own two working eyeballs." Dallas, a gray-and-dusty white tom, sighed.
"What are your names?" Eve asked.
"Quiet..." Quietpaw decided to leave off the paw part, he wasn't sure why.
"Seems the other is asleep. She must've tried to escape. They give them a knock out shot." Eve giggled.
"Maybe you should shut your trap so she can sleep, like some are trying to do." Another voice growled.
"Seems you made Kingsley upset, Eve." Dallas snickered.
"I know, Dallas! I have my own two working ears!" Eve snapped back.
"Shut up! Both of you!" Kingsley, a dark brown tom with white patches, snarled.
They both quieted down and Kingsley sighed.
"Thank you. Now don't speak again or I will get out of this cage and claw your ears and eyes!"
"You know how to do that?" Quietpaw spoke up.
"Of course. It's pretty simple." Eve answered cheerfully.
"We can show you." Dallas piped up.
"What did I just say!" Kingsley snarled made them all go silent and Quietpaw curled up into his nest.
Maybe it won't be too bad here. He thought with a small smile before nodding off.
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Until next chapter. -Quiet
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