A pretty, solid-white kitty-pet with vivid, dark brown eyes and a pale pink bow perched atop her head was thrown into one of the nasty, rusting metal cages of the Elite's dungeon, yowlign in pain and defiance as the cage door was slammed shut behind her, producing a nasty, ear-splitting creak. The kittypet lunged at the cage door, trying to smash it open, but, of course, her strength wouldn't be enough to break through. She wasn't really strong anyways. Sighing, she crouched in a dark corner of the cage, knowing she would catch the eye of many, many toms, maybe even bearing a few litters of kits if she had a bad encounter with the wrong tom or toms, but why would she care? She just. wanted. out. She didn't even know why she was here. All she knew was that she was strolling across the Elite's mansion's lawn, and now, bam! She was here, in this filthy dungeon. Somehow, she'd get out. Somehow.
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