Harsh light illuminated the room.

Sparkface groaned, almost standing up to stretch before realising how small of a space she was provided. I wonder when they'll let me out of this box, she thought tartly, wrinkling her nose at the unwelcoming scents floating around. Why do the twolegs light up the room so suddenly? Why not just let the natural light slowly fill it in?

She was so engrossed in her thoughts regarding the Twolegs' concerning behaviour she didn't notice the twoleg until it was crouching down in front of her new nest. She blinked up at the creature, amazed at its sheer size despite having seen beasts of the same species before. What surprised her most was that the twoleg was reaching a hairless paw forwards, right towards her nest.

The cream warrior nearly let out a kit-like squeak as the flap in front of her opened. Her kidnapper backed away slowly, perhaps giving her a little space so that she could breathe. It was rather considerate of the twoleg. Heart rate increasing by the moment, Sparkface tentatively took a step forwards, feeling a cold, hard surface underneath her paw.

The twoleg's motionless body provoked her to come completely out of the box, and soon she was standing outside of her little prison, inside a much bigger room of sorts. She watched attentively as the twoleg walked, its long limbs set in a quick stride, towards a large white box, and opened it. It brought a flat thing with something suspiciously mushy on it and presented it to her before placing it by the box-nest she slept in.

What is that? Is this what Twolegs give their kittypets to eat? Already Sparkface could smell the goop, and found that it smelt almost like RiverClan. Only slightly more pleasant. Deciding that it wouldn't hurt to try a little bit, she crept forward and took a few uncertain bites. She spotted a pink concave object beside it and the liquid inside and stooped to lap up some water.

She almost spat it out.

It tasted of unknown substances, with a sharp metallic taste much too artificial for water she drank from rain or streams back in WindClan. But it was still water, and she could tolerate it as long as it didn't give her stomach pains later.

An ear swivelled around, picking up the footsteps that echoed on the hard floor. Good. The Twoleg's gone. I'll just sleep a little more. Feeling a lot better, the outcast lumbered back to her box-nest, feeling her belly wound's constant ache strangely soothing. Sleep came quickly.

Sparkface was standing on the Outlook Rock, breath ragged and heart pounding. Only fear dominated her, and she could hear Lionfrost's snarls at her to let him go. She was holding onto him. He had just jumped off Outlook Rock, the very thing she had wanted to do.

"Please, let me go! If you know what's good for me, just let me go!" Lionfrost's desperate cries were cacophonies to his sister's ears.

"I will never. You, more than anyone I know, deserve to live." Sparkface could barely hear herself speaking. Shock dilated her pupils as the other warrior reached up a paw and batted her muzzle with half-sheathed claws, and out of damned, pure, instinct, she leaped back.

A howl more intense than a wolf's cry ripped out of her throat as she watched her brother plummet to his death.

Written by Saph! 🍩✨