Chapter 36: Captured

Chapter 36: Captured

     Back in DeathClan...

     Blooddrop herded the apprentices toward the back-up camp as Wolfstar tackled moving the queens and kits.  Fear scent hung in the air.  The warriors were hot on Blooddrop's trail, running from the loud monster rolling toward them.  "Meep!"  a cat yowled.  Blooddrop stopped dead in his tracks.  Scarletpaw was tugging at her tail, which was caught in a thorn bush. 
"Scarletpaw, I'm coming!"  Blooddrop yowled.  He looked back to make sure the other cats were still going.  A few had stopped to watch.  "Run!"  Blooddrop yowled to them.  Thankfully they obeyed.  The monster was drawing near fast.  Ruuuuuuu Ruuuuuuuuuuuu. The monster's yowls were clawing at Blooddrop's ears, and he felt bad for Scarletpaw's sensative ones.  "Hold on, Scarletpaw!  I'm coming!"  Blooddrop yowled again.  He raced closer to Scarletpaw.  As the monster was just tail-lengths away from Scarletpaw and Blooddrop, a white blur raced past, freeing Scarletpaw.  Curse you, Bonetail!  It was easier to run forwards then back, and Blooddrop felt his back being lifted toward the monster, a pink, furless face staring at him.  Nooo!  It's a twoleg!  Soon he was inside the monster, trying to claw his way free, but the twoleg trapped him inside a small crate, and no matter how hard he struggled, he was trapped.  In one part where he could see outside the monster, he saw Scarletpaw's horrified face staring at him as Bonetail dragged her away, and then the monster sped out of Blooddrop's sight of his clan.
     The crate was carried from side to side, and the motion made Blooddrop sick.  Soon the twoleg opened a part of it, and Blooddrop sped out, bumping into the side of yet another crate, this one much larger.  Blooddrop ran in a circle, chasing the perimeter of the crate, and as the shocking truth of being trapped sunk in, Blooddrop collapsed in the center.
     "Well, well, looks like they brought in a straggler,"  a voice said.  Blooddrop looked up.  A yellow tabby tom was standing over him.  "You alright, son?" the voice said again.
"What do you think?"  Blooddrop growled.
"Oh, you're one of 'em wild cats, ain't you?"
"Maybe I am, maybe not.  It's none of your buisness."
"Yep, ye sure are.  I'd be Mustard."
"What kind of name is that?"
"Twoleg name.  It ain't my real one.  Now what be yours?"
"Blooddrop.  Do you mind telling me where I am?"
"Sure sonny!  You'd be in what the twolegs call the pound, where all missing or stray cats end up."
"Will I ever get out?"
"Sure, if a twoleg takes you home.  Alls you gotta do is look cute and they'll adopt you!"
Bloodfeather stared at Mustard.  "Look cute!  Never!  Not for a twoleg!"
"Look, sonny,"  Mustard said impatiently. "If you want out of her, they have to take you home.  Been here 3 years.  I'm an expert."
"Uh, ok..."  If he's an expert, shouldn't he be gone?"
"Don't be worring, young one,"  Mustard said. "Oldn's like me ain't what the twolegs want.  They want the youngin's.  Now you had better get some rest.  You got a big day 'head of you."
                                   End of Chapter 35