Featherpaw woke up in a small clearing. Rock was standing over her. She could feel his hot breath in her face. "Well?" he snarled "Are you just going to like there gawping at me? Get up!"
Featherpaw scrambled to her feet, noticing a pain in her leg. Rock must have bitten her. Rock began circling Featherpaw, which made her nervous.
"What's your name?" he growled. "F-Featherpaw," Featherpaw mewed quickly. Rock thought about this information for a while. "That is no longer your name. Flame will change it later. Feattherpaw looked at Rock, confused, but he was done answering her.
A silvery-grey tom stepped out of a bush. Rock looked over. "Ah, Storm. Good luck, this one's stupid." Storm flicked his ear and padded over to Featherpaw, who REALLY hated Rock now and figured things could only get worse
"My job is to train you as a slave so you'll be ready for the auction," Storm explained. Featherpaw was horrified. "An auction?!" she gaasped. "For what?"
"She-cats," Storm replied. Featherpaw backed away. "Why?" she asked, though she wasn't sure she wanted to know. "I told you. As slaves."
Featherpaw turned and ran, but Storm was faster. "They call me Storm for a reason," he growled. Featherpaw felt herself being dragged across the grass and into the crack which was her new home.
Soon, she was thrown into the small 'cage' in the corner. Battered and bruised, she fell asleep.
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