"Ah, you're finally awake!" I looked over at the cat beside me and frowned, annoyed by how fuzzy my vision was. All I could make out was a wriggling blob of black. "I was beginning to worry but I should have known better, after all the healingfolk treated you."
"Healingfolk…?" I whispered softly while blinking my eyes in hopes of fixing my vision.
"Mm hmm, you had a pretty bad injury on you head but they fixed it," the cat's voice was warm and I imagined he wore a smile as kind as his voice. "Oh by the way, my name is Ink."
"What a strange name," I snorted, did twolegs name him that? I had heard they had a very strange naming sense, but to use words that didn't even exist to name a cat…
"It's not that strange," Ink mumbled, he didn't seem to offended though for he soon went back to talking away enthusiastically. "What's your name? Oh wait, let me guess… um Maisy? No that doesn't seem very fitting… what about Cookie or, or Tammy?"
"None of those," I chuckled at his attempts of matching me with such strange names. "My name is Whisppaw."
"Whisppaw? Your twolegs must have some brain damage or something, I mean Whisppaw? That's even stranger than Ink!"
I rolled my eyes and snorted. "I'm not a kittypet, I'm a Clan cat."
"A Clan cat? The heck's a Clan cat?" the blob that was Ink shifted in curiosity.
"A Clan-" I froze as someone else's thoughts spilled unbidden into my ears. I wish they'd just shut up. A grouchy thought from the cat nearby, most likely from some sort of old, prickly tom cat.
Is this the only type of food they have? I will only eat the best brands. A snooty toned thought that made me look up, so there were cats above us as well…
"Hey Whisppaw are you okay?" I jerked, my fur fluffing slightly, as I focused back on Ink.
"I'm fine," I exclaimed quickly, it was back… I was a freak again. My paws started to shake and, not wanting Ink to see, I wrapped my tail over them. Forcing my voice to stay steady and calm, I added. "I'm just not used to being around so many twolegs, and it doesn't help that my vision is still blurry."
"Hmm… well if you say so…" Ink didn't sound too convinced.
"Do you think my vision will stay like this?" I asked in hopes of getting my kittypet friend to focus on something else.
"I don't know, I mean you took a pretty nasty blow to the head…" his voice was dubious and, realizing what he was saying, he quickly corrected himself. "I'm sure in a couple of days everything will be okay, the healingfolk are very skilled at making everything better."
"Alright," I managed a smile before lying down and forcing a yawn. "Anyways, I'm kind of tired so can we talk later?"
"Of course," he fell silent and I closed my eyes, listening silently to the swarm of thoughts that now filled my mind. Everything must have returned thanks to that blow to my head… It's hard to hear myself over all the other voices, I wish they'd just go away. I shifted and covered my ears with my paws, if only that was enough to block them out… I wonder if Whisppaw is okay. I froze, and the fur along my spine rippled as I instantly recognized the voice. Sandpaw was here… Despite everything, I felt a smile starting to form, he was alright.
My cage began to shake and my eyes jerked open as the front wall creaked open. I leapt to my paws, hissing, as a twoleg's paw reached inside it. "Whisppaw, don't worry, it's not going to hurt you," Ink's voice was soothing and I shot the black kittypet a helpless look when the paw encircled around me. Where was it going to take me?