Broken and Bruised | Prison!

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    "Even I don't know the lock code for the cages," she said grinning, "But you could speak to Jael about it." And chuckled evily.


    Fierykit had been listening to the whole conversation thinking, man they really do hate us toms.

    "Blazekit go," Fierykit said as bravely as he could, "This is my life now, a tom in a cage guarded by she-cats," He looked at her, "This is me, StarClan meant for this to happen I'll find a way to get out. I promise."

    OOC:- - - S Q U I P Y ; could you quote the admission pm, or whatever you got the allowance in? :3
    Sorry, but I just have to be sure. ;)
    (no hard feelings :3)


    IC:
    Quinn's eyebrows raised in surprise as the kit told them that she could unlock locks, and that she'd been doing it her whole life. The other members haven't heard of this, he wondered. Did they know, and decided not to punish the kit, since there were still a bunch of extra toms, or were they just uninformed? He shrugged, as he decided he could use this to his advantage.


    "Hey li'l miss," he called to Saharakit. "D'you actually know them unlocking mechs on these locks?" he asked, smiling softly. Now, he wasn't trying to manipulate the kit, but it would definitely work to his advantage if she cared enough to try.

    Panther chuckled. "Well aren't you just a little sweetheart?" He grinned at Morningfear.

    [font=cambria]The silver bengal strode into the lighthouse, almost enjoying the atmosphere now that he was no longer part of it. Auxillia had promoted him to a Scum in the recent competition and, as terrible as it sounded, it put him at a higher rank than these poor souls. Chthonic felt a small smile cross his face as he glanced about, at ease with the dank corridors that had held him for the past few moons. Though he didn't know if there was anything in the rules about Scum being allowed to walk around freely, he sure as hell wasn't going to ask anyone!

    Quinn frowned as he saw another tom, but no one was making any attempts to throw him into one of the cages. "Eh!" he called, trying to get the tom's attention. "Not tryin' t'be mean, 're anythin', but why aren't you in a cage?" he said, poking his paw in Chthonic's direction. Quinn didn't like the notion that while that tom could go free, he couldn't. Now, he was all for letting toms out, considering he was one, but if that tom was out, why couldn't he at least try to free the rest of them?


    He settled down onto his rump, and used one of his hind legs to scratch at a sudden itch behind his right ear. He sighed as he felt it ease the irritation. He then looked at his hind leg and frowned, seeing it dirty. He decided to start grooming himself, but kept one eye on the bengal, waiting his response.

    [font=cambria]Chthonic turned his gleaming amber eyes onto the ragged-looking brown tom who was scratching at fleas or something in his cage. "That's because," he meowed importantly, "I am a Scum. Not just any Scum, either -- the deputy's." Scum sounded bad, of course, but it was better than being a tom. If it gave him some freedom, he was all for it.

    Panther continued grinning at Morningfear mischievously. If he was going to be stuck in this h***hole, then he would try and make the she-cats just as uncomfortable as he was- by any means necessary.