Drake's POV.

I looked down at the little kitten that stared stubbornnly at me. "You can't stay with me Kit!" I growled in frustration.
Arc grunted stubbornnly. "No! I don't have anywhere else to stay! I'm a kitten, you can't abandon me!" Arc whined.
"Yeah whatever, you'll learn to be a lone cat." I said, rolling my eyes.
"But I'm not independent enough yet! I barely know how to eat hard food!" Arc said.

"Whatever, you'll learn, that's what being a wild cat is all about." I said, walking away. I was a metre and a half away when Arc spoke. "You know if you don't let me tag along, I'll go back to the humans so they can take care of me." Arc said calmly.
I sighed and turned around.
"Those humans don't care about you -" I started but he spoke over me.
"I know they don't, but at least I'll be safer with them than alone on the streets. I'll get eaten by a crow before I'm old enough to catch it myself." Arc reasoned.
It was true. If I didn't find him a safe home and a guardian, he'd probably die out here. After all, that's what the humans had planned to do with him, I realised. If I left him here, I'd be no different to the humans. I shook my head. No, I'd never be like them.
"Fine. But that means you need to do everything I say. Got that?" I said and Arc's face lit up with excitement. "Yes!" he exclaimed and I rolled my eyes at him.
"Kits these days." I mumbled.
Arc continued to hop around in excitement.
"Okay, okay that's enough." I growled, but to no use. "I said that's enough!" I hissed. Arc stopped in surprise.

"I said do everything I say, not the opposite." I growled. "Oops"
"Alright, practice! Touch you nose!" I ordered and Arc clumsily tried to touch his nose with his paw, tripping and falling on his stomach. "Stand up!"
Arc scrambled to his paws. "Lick your tail!"
Now Arc ran around in circles, trying to catch his tail.
"Walk on your front legs only!"
Arc stopped running and right away tried to do a front leg stand, but tripped straight away, too dizy from spinning to balance.
Arc groaned as he lay exhausted on the footpath, puffing loudly.
I grinned in amusement at the clumsy kitten. Like I had planned, I had burned out all the energy he had stored.
"Good, now let's go." I said and began padding off. Arc followed close behind me, with the usual excitement and energy gone.

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Half an hour later, Arc had ragained some of his energy and was fast walking beside me to keep up with my long strides.
"Hey Drake, where are we going?" he asked curiously. I sighed.
"Okay, so what I do-" I started but was quickly interrupted.
"Like your job?" Arc asked.
I let out a long breath of annoyance.
"Yeah, like my job. So what I do is I free cats like you, from humans that have them trapped in their homes." I explained, but Arc didn't seem to understand.

"But what if they want to stay?" he asked and I scoffed at his question.
"Well it isn't up to them is it?" I said and Arc looked at me in a question.
"Okay look, cats are proud, free and intelligent animals and we are born to live in the wild. But humans think we're cute and cuddly, so they took away our pride and stuck us in cages and made us beg for food. Now, some cats are brainwashed to believe this is normal. That cats, who rule kingdoms and forests in the wild, are meant to be pets, objects of entertainment for humans. So I am trying to separate cats from humans, and stop them from destroying our reputation." I explained and Arc's eyes flickered with something like realization.
"Does that mean you are a forest cat?" Arc asked, eyes sparkling.
"Yes, I am only in this disgusting place to rebuild our reputation." I explained and Arc gasped in excitement. "Woooow! That's soooo cool! I wanna go to the forest! It'd be so cool! I'd have fresh air unlike this place, there'd be weird animals and trees to climb on and-" Arc continued to yell his ideas of what the forest was like for some time after that, or at least I think he was, I wasn't paying much attention to the blabbering Kit as I counted down the address numbers to find the house of my next victim.

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Clawess's POV.

I watched through the window as it began to sprinkle. I was sitting on the humans bar, looking at the bird that sat in the tree in their yard. I imagined eating the juicy bird, as a change from the pet food I'd been eating lately. The humans were very kind, but I knew they didn't want to keep me, I was just a guest. But I didn't mind, I didn't want to stay here too long, I felt too dependent and I didn't have enough control over things. I didn't want to be a pet, but for the time being I just felt like a guest.

Suddenly, someone jumped onto the window sill, making me jump back and fall off the bar. I looked up cautiously.
A few seconds later, a cat looked down from the bar. He was similar colour as me, black, white and ginger. He had a long and grumpy looking face. When I first looked at him, I thought of a cat version of The Grinch. "Who are you? The humans said they couldn't have cats." I said and the cat looked down at me. "Ah there you are. My name is Drake, and I'm here to free you from the humans." he said and I let out a short bark of laughter. "Sorry, you are here to free me? I'm not in jail or something, and I also don't know you." I said and the cat raised an eyebrow. "I separate cats from humans, to rebuild cats reputations, that what I d-" He said but was interrupted by a kitten, the same colour as him, who jumped next to him. "Like his job." he said and I watched him curiously.
"Is he your kitten?" I asked and the cat, Drake, snorted.
"No, he's my hostage."

April Bluebird/BlueWhiskers1.
The Collared Victims.
Chapter 3; The Next Victim.
24/1/2020.
1093 words.