Cinnamon blinked her eyes open, her whiskers twitching. A sharp pain struck through her head, as if claws were slicing it open. Where was she? How did she get this pain? She tried to stand, but found one of her legs incapable to hold her weight. She slumped back down to the ground, her head spinning. She looked and found another cat holding her up by the scruff. Who... who is this...? Her eyes started to get heavy, and she fell back into a shocked daze.
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