My chance of freedom! Let's hope it lasts...

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    Contrium blinked. He rolled his eyes and padded away from the idiot prisoner, muttering things about Clan cats.

    "Are you alright?" asked a silver she cat apprentice from the other cage.
    ooc: can I be in? :)

    ooc:Sure! But, yesterday, were you mad at Elena and I? :(
    Berrypaw opened both her eyes, eyelashes fluttering from being closed for so long. "W-where am I?", she said dazed.l

    ic: no never whould I be mad at you two. :)


    "Your in the Dungon. That mean no tooth nocked you out an hour a go. You okey? Oh. And my name is silverpaw from riverclan. What about out you?" asked Silverpaw.

    Contrium overheard their conversation and growled a low, deep growl. "It's broken tooth not n tooth."

    She gasped, looking at her surroundings. "But I! I was! He put! He just did NOT put me in this cage! STUPID FURBALL OF A CAT!", she hissed menacingly.

    ooc: Your on! That stinks. we have to go... :(


    "And its no tooth!"called Silverpaw behind the bars.

    Centrium laughed a bit. "Stupid prisoner, trying to get my interest in your little games. Well, they aren't working. I'm not intimidated."

    Berrypaw flicked her tail and turned around, back towards Mr.Notooth. "Yeah, whatever!", she meowed disrespectfully.

    Contrium unsheathed one of his large paws full of sharp, blood-stained claws. "What did you say?" he snarled.

    Contrium slashed a large gash on Berrypaw's eye. "I suppose you want to take that back."

    Berrypaw winced as blood started pouring from her wound, but knowing it would only be temporary pain, stood up bravely. "Never!", she spat.

    Contrium slashed across Berrypaw's chest. "I suppose you're quite a brave prisoner, aren't you?" he mocked.

    Contrium easily dodged, but flinched as pain shot through him. He remembered his past... being abused, called ugly, rejected by his mother. Then... he came here and his whole life was changed... he was a murderer, a destroyer, and... he didn't like it. The muscled tom collapsed on the floor.