I didn't want to believe what Horus had said. I didn't want to believe there was no way out. But as the days went by, it was getting harder and harder to believe I would ever get out of this horrid cave.
A steady beat of water dripped from the roof above me.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
It was like that all day. Water dripping from the roof and bats pooping everywhere.
We got hardly any food and the food we did get was rotten and gross.
The first meal I had gotten I had dug into it.
That was a massively bad mistake. As soon as I bit the shrew, I had regretted it.
I had opened my mouth and spat all of it out- to see maggots writhing around in the meat.
After that I had decided to eat as little as possible.

Bats squeaked and flapped their wings at any new guests and usually after that, the guest would smell like rotten eggs and fruit.
Since I had arrived, five new guests had come to my chamber.
A scruffy white cat with a flat face was my favourite among those guests. She was very old and kind, she smiled at everyone. Her ears had soft tufts like a Lynx and she had black spots around her pelt. When I met her the first thing she had said was, "so nice to meet young cats, my name is Bridget!"

"Do you think we can escape ever," I whispered to Bridget. "I mean, if we're stuck here I'll learn to live with it, but I don't really fancy living in a smelly caves with bat poop raining on me."

"I suppose." Bridget mewed, thoughtfully. "If we could sneak past the guards and make it far away without them noticing."

The only problem was: how could we sneak past the guards.

That morning I awoke to a happy face. Bridget was staring out of out caves entrance with wisdom in her eyes. She flicked her tail towards the back of the cave where the puppies were sleeping and mewed, "quiet, no need to wake them. The guards are gone, let's go!"

As soon as I heard that I had to slap my tail over my mouth to keep myself from yowling in happiness.
"Will we come back for them?" I asked.

"Of course, dear. Now let's go before the guards are back." Bridget purred.
I nodded and we began the trek down the long winded tunnel. When we reached a fork in the path, I gazed at Bridget and she mewed.
"Left." And veered down the left path. But turns out, sometimes even old, wise cats can be wrong.

I paused in confusion as we turned into a dead end.
"Let's turn back." Bridget said with a slight tone of worry in her voice.
We turned back and when we reached the fork in the path, this time we turned right. But yet again, we came to a rugged, dusty dead end.

Then we heard pounding and crumbling from behind us. We turned to see a huge serpent with glowing eyes and massive, poisonous fangs.
"Oh, little kitties," It hissed. "I thought you'd know better by now, no sneaky-sneaky off and away anymore for you!"