ragdoll yowling

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    Ragdoll yowled for help. "Somebody help me! PLEASE!" somewhere in her mad mind, she knew it would just lead tomore torture but the majority of her sanity was gone. She yowled words that were impossible to make out.

    Samson the male calico kittypet was in a cage near her. His fur no longer had it's shine and he was starting to lose weight. It was bad enough to be caught by strays but to have them all around him yelling all the time? "Oh shut up." He spat. "Help will never come and you might as well be quite, quiet is the only peace any of us have anymore."

    Ragdoll laughed. "DOn't you SEE?! That's what I've been waiting for, what we all have! Perhaps when they see me misbehaving, they'll hurt me or even kill me! One step coser to sweet sweet demise!" The insane cat's eyes lit up in s freakish way. she let out a chuckle. than she bent down and took a bite out of her left leg. She was so hungry she didn't really care what she ate anymore. "Want some?" she asked the tom.

    His tail twitched. "I suppose that would work but don't lump the rest of us in with you. I can handle it." "Or so I hope." he thought. "Agh!" He said as she bit her own leg. "No you fool, I am not one for cannibalism or self mutilation." He watched this cat warily now, glad she was in her own cage.

    "Oh oh alright! But don't come crying to me when you starve yourselves! Better than nothing isn't it?!" Ragdoll absently licked her leg where she had bit it. It burned so deep. She hoped it wouldn't go down to the bone again like last time. She shivered and her stomach growled, but she kept quiet for his sake. Maybe she'd be able to have some company for once. "I mean what do you suppose we do?"

    Samson sat and warped his tail around him and huffed. "Fine, I think I would rather go hungry." He sighed when she asked him what to do. I don't know. Just wait I guess. Wait til they torture us again or make us a punching bag. Die with honer rather than starvation. There is always the chance of escape but I don't see that as likely."

    Ragdoll did the same, stretching out her weak legs. Perhaps soon the guards would come. She fell asleep, resting up for the next terrors the torture sessions would bring. She dreamt of her mate. Small visions of her home clan filled her mind. At one point she thought she remembered her real name..... She woke with a fright. "Thunder!" she mumbled, then snapped out of it. "bah!" she attemped to clean herself, but her filthy pelt was far past grooming.

    As Ragdoll rested he sat and thought. "I don't care what they put me though, I will show them that 'kittlypets' are stronger than they think." His thoughts gave him hope but his growling stomach made him sigh. Looking as Ragdoll awoke he looked over to her. "Thunder? Is it storming out?" He asked trying to look up to the dismal window.

    "Thunder?" she struggled to remember what it was she had meant.. "Thunder! Thundersand! No, that's not it.. Thunderman? Thundercan? Whatever it was, it was a dream. There was a cat that looked like me from... Thundersomthing... I think her name was important, but i cant recall."

    "Hum." He said in thought. Now he was interested too. "Sand, man, can...do you mean to say Clan? Maybe this 'Thunder' was one of those groups of stay cats." He shook his head. "I never will know why you wild cats fight each other. This is a wild group as well and yet they take you in. I thought you guys just didn't like us."

    "Thunderclan.." she said. The word was familiar and she drug it out. For some reason, her tounge ached to say it again, to scream it in battle and to purr it softly in stories to the kits at night. "Feels... Familiar.. I think you right, but what does that mean? And, Im not any wildcat, either." ragdoll was hit on the head when captured, and only in her dreams did she remember who she was.

    He shrugged. "I don't know much what it means. I just know some cats from Bone clan came into my yard once and said some stuff about clan, along with some names. Thunderclan was one of them." He nodded. "So your a 'kittypet' too eh? I mean if you not a wildcat."

    Ragdoll shook her head. "I don't really know what I am... or was anyway." She admitted. She looked kind of sad. "I can't remember... ANYTHING! I might have been wild, but well, I guess I'm not now. Sometimes I can remember for a second, or in my dreams but then, I loose it."

    "Oh...." His whiksers lowered. As if being in that place wasn't bad enough she didn't know who she was. "That's so sad. I hope some time you can remember your dreams, some time before they decide to kill us." He looked around in the darkness. "At this rate it may be death by starvation. That or they are just waiting." He shook his head. "Some wild cat who claimed to be a leader was on my and other's yard some time. Getting to see what we do in our nests. She said something about how they were all good cats, and good cats go to...uh what was it? Something about sky....stars? I didn't pay much attention. Well afterlife anyway. If it's true...well even if you don't remember in this life maybe the next." He tired to smile but he realized how grim his words were.

    Ragdoll was somewhat comforted at the words of Samson. "thank you. And its... I think its... Starclan. " she smiled at the fact that she remembered that, although she didnt know how. Then it faded. "If i'm going to die, i want to die knowing who I am." there was a bitter-sweetness to her words.

    He smiled and noded. "Your welcome, and I can see why." Moving fowrad Samson scratched at the cage. "Ah if only I knew how to work these things, I know other cats get put in thease things by upwalkers, or twolegs whatever name suits you. I just never had a reason to get out of mine."

    She sighed. "I don't know how the guards figured it out themselves!" she said to him. "I only knew one prisoner able to work it, and do you know what he did? He unlocked his own cage without bothering with the rest of us, the selfish fleebag!" she spat in discust.

    Samson growled. "What a mousebrain." He looked at the lock. "I think it has something to do with claws...I could learn but." he held up his front paw and unsheathed his claws. They were dull. "My upwalkers clipped them. It takes a while for them to come back."

    "Try scratching against the iron." she began scratching her claws along the metal of her cage. Then she tried unlocking it and failed. She continued sharpening her claws.