.:We all learn to make mistakes:.-

[vines]

❤ Camelai ❤
But now I'm told that this is life,
And pain is just a simple compromise
So we can get what we want out of it.

Camelai pawed at the wire mesh in vain, searching for a catch of some sort. It was no use. She had been in here roughly two hours, and this cage was already getting the best of her. With a final grunt, the ginger tabby threw herself against the silvery mesh; it gave a sickening lurch, and then returned to it's original placement. "Let-me-out!" she screeched, throwing her weight several more times. By now, her whole being was bruised in mind, body, and spirit, and cared about nothing more than freeing herself from this horrible place.

"-And then there's the Back Room. Cats and dogs alike go in, but no one comes out. Well, except for the bodies, but they all come out in the chute."

Percy's words rang in her ears. When he had said that before, she had merely thought it a way to scare her off, and keep the rubbish bin in the back alley for himself. But she had been wrong. Horribly, terribly, awfully wrong in every way; and she was sorrier than ever. Camelai watched with pleading eyes as a Twoleg passed, his shiny white pelt glistening in the light. What if she was next? So far, the stray had seen a small dog taken to the Back Room. Who could say he was still alive, and the stories weren't true? All that mattered was that she was in this place, and she would do anything to get out.

Suddenly, the screech and slam of a door startled her out of her skin. A few cats below her chuckled, and one muttered, "Oh, lovely. Another one!" She craned her neck to see the cat whom the Twoleg was carrying by the scruff. It was too bad how many cats get jailed in this place. No wonder she had noticed a decrease in some of the strays she'd grown familiar with over the moons. Then, the cat was thrust inside a cage, and the Twoleg had gone. A relieved sigh ran through the she-cat's body. They were safe...for now.

Does someone care to classify,
Of broken hearts and twisted minds
So I can find someone to rely on?
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[kelpie]

Frey thrashed in the two-legs iron grip, trying to land a blow on its soft and unprotected skin, but to no avail. It was holding him to far from its body, and they way it held him from the scruff of the neck made it harder for him to move. Yowling as he was thrust into a mesh container, the door of it swung closed and clicked before the white tom could fling himself forward. He looked around wildly, wondering how he would get out of this mess. Both cats and dogs resided in similar silver boxes, though some did not look scared. Around him he could hear the low talk of the animals as well as frantic wailing.

Sitting back on his haunches, somewhat in defeat, Frey recounted his capture. The tom had been in the huge two-leg ‘city’ for a while now, and no two-leg had bothered him aside from a few young ones. Not until now, at least. He had avoided most that looked at him, but generally their interest in the local feline and canine fauna was dim, nonexistent. They had other things to attend to, it seemed. But as Frey was minding his own business, trying to find some mice near an old trash pile, he felt himself being suddenly jerked backwards by a cold, thin wire around his neck. It wasn’t long until he had found himself here. He shook himself. How could he have been so stupid to not pay attention?

With his emotions now somewhat in check, Frey glanced at the cats on either side of him. One was an elderly queen, with matted fur and glossy unseeing eyes. She was huddled in the far right corner, away from Frey, and stunk of fear. To his left was a light ginger she-cat, who looked mildly relieved. He waved his tail to get her attention before asking politely, “What is this place?”

[vines]

❤ Camelai ❤
But now I'm told that this is life,
And pain is just a simple compromise
So we can get what we want out of it.

Camelai eyed the tom, intrigued, as he took in his surroundings. She was analyzing his reaction to being thrown into this deathtrap. Most cats had hissed and growled and nearly killed themselves trying to escape--not unlike what she had done--long after the twoleg had dropped them off. But this one had just sat down and taken in his surroundings. It told her that either he had a good head on his shoulders, or could care less about his future. Either way, she liked this tom; and couldn't help but think that he just might be useful.

Leaning against the wire mesh with a sideways grin on her face, Camelai let her body relax. She must've certainly seemed cocky, assuming that he wouldn't claw her fur out for leaning on his side of the cage, but it was all part of her thought process. "Heya," she mewed brightly. Her ears straightened when he got right to the point. "Oh, you mean this place?" Her voice faded into a soft chuckle. "This, my friend, is where you and me come to die."

She shook her light ginger head like it was some big joke, though it wasn't. It was either this, or be scared out of her wits. So, wouldn't it be natural to smother the situation with humor? The goofy grin had faded into a lighter, more serious smile when she looked back at him. Though her features were still good-humored, as if she was trying to supress a laugh.

Does someone care to classify,
Of broken hearts and twisted minds
So I can find someone to rely on?
ღ

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[kelpie]

Freys ears twitched as she leaned towards him, slightly annoyed by her attitude. What was with her, anyway? Wasn’t she scared in the least? He could admire her bravery, but it was odd. A good amount of the animals in the place looked half mad. “I’m not particularly ready to die,” Frey said dryly, returning her yellow gaze. The former clan cat was perturbed by her response. Dying inside a place like this would be absolutely horrible, a worst nightmare. More importantly, how would the two-legs kill them?

Looking the she-cat over, he could assume she was a loner like him, though it seemed she was a little underfed. It didn’t surprise him. Most loners and rouges didn’t get enough to eat on a daily basis. Frey had seen pretty intense scuffles over the smallest of morsels. He generally stayed well fed on the birds and squirrels in the park.

“You seem quite happy to be here,” he said a bit sharply, shifting to face the she-cat a bit more. “I’m Frey, by the way.”