The tresspasser

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    Larkcall was nerve racked, recalling the time when she too was imprisioned in this awful place. She knew she risked being imprisioned again, but she would save some lives today. She unsheathed her claws looking for a lock to pick.

    "Don't even try." Sorna said with a roll of her eyes as she sat calmly outside of the prisoners cages, it was amusing staying in here and watching there panicked stricken faces and feeling all bad for themselves..

    Larkcall. Gave him a stern look in the eye. She knew it wouldn't work, but it would be better than cowering away. She reached a claw up to the nearest lock. " what are you going to do about it?" she challanged as she reached her claw into it and felt around for tumblers. She tried to hide her fear, but she was sure it still appeared on her face.