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songwritersballad lifted her choclate bengal head, as the scars that covered her entire body ached. her near-white ice blue eyes were blazing with fear, unsure of what were to happen to her. would she finally be set free? the riverclanner stood stock-still, too scared to move.
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The former kittypet, Loulou, did as told. She didn't want anyone mauling her! "Y-yes sir!" she mewed nervously.
"Can I help?" Tori asked the deputy.
Substitute joined Tori and Arthur, amber eyes scanning the prisoners. He wasn't all too fond of the dungeons but he had made an exception for today to check up on the number of prisoners they had today. The leader didn't say much and instead, opted for watching Loulou and Songwritersballad for now.
"Hey, dad," Cerulean grumbled, not quite sure why she was there. Maybe is was to match how she felt.
Wolf looked up, her green eye blazing with hatred at the Scarclan cats. The loner was sick with longing for the open moors where she'd lived before these mongrels caught her. Her once-glossy silver coat was now a dull grey with matted knots. Half her left ear was missing and so was her right eye. The scars running along her flank had healed sloppily, and oozed blood occasionally. Still, it was her soul that ached the most, longing for the soft grass underpaw and clear sky above of her home.
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Rarity looked at her masters with disgust. She rolled her eyes.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px][justify][size=8]Ashford came to a halt beside the others, absentmindedly watching the prisoners and listening to the surrounding conversations, though adding none of her own input. With a sigh, she sat, flicking blue opticals around the open space.
Emiko,a brave and perrky little kit,padded nearest to the bars of her cage.''Heelooo!!!um,whats a slave exanimation?(meant to spell that wrong)and who are you?she looked at Ashford."I've never seen you around before!''
Rarity laughed at the brave kit. She watched the kit walk around in her cage (Rarity's cage.)
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The black she-cat stood up her green eyes sparkling and the scar across her eye shining grey her smooth black fur shining her black tail curled back and rested on her back her pale pink nose twitched. One of her ears flopped over her thin white whiskers were unnaturally long. The cat waited until the other cat padded by her cell "A slave check?" she whispered her voice was calm and smooth like clear water flowing over smooth stones. Her body was lithe and sleek yet she was a very strong cat.
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