Feelings of hatred would nearly physically manifest from the young tabby. Val limped over the border leaving a bloodied path in his stead. His ears were pinned to his head while his jaws were parted to allow more air to reach his sore lungs. Was this place more than its worth, he was just starting to like it here, and now he was being captured and interrogated through vicious means. He had been missing for about a week now and he wondered if anyone had even noticed, they certainly hadn't made any attempts to get him back if they had.
His right foreleg dangled just above ground level, it had taken several breaks, he had several gashes along both sides of his flank, and a couple claw marks across his left eye. It was still intact thankfully, but the gashes had caused the eye to swell shut. He had little going across his mind other than getting help, and this was the only place he'd thought to go.