Chapter 43: The Captured Cat

Chapter 43: The Captured Cat

Blooddrop

     In this place Mustard calls the pound, the same thing happens over and over.  The first chance someone opens my cage, I'm making a run for it.  But no one has.  Until today.
     My cage is opened, and a gray she-cat was shoved inside.  Of course I would run, but her scent stops me.  This cat isn't any loner or stray kittypet.  This cat smells of a clan cat.
     When the two-leg walks away, she she-cat turns around.  "Where am I?" she asks.
"You're from a clan!" I shout.  The she-cat is staring at me.
"How do you know?" she asks.
"Your scent!  I'm from a clan too! I'm the DeathClan deputy, Blooddrop!  Wolfstar calls me Bloodfeather!"
The she-cat's eyes widen.
"That's right!" she exclaims. "I've seen you in gatherings before.  Do you know who I am?"
"No, but first off, why are you here?"
"I don't know.  One minute I'm in my camp, the next I'm in a monster, then I'm in this awful place with two-legs putting strange herbs on my wounds, the next I'm here.  The end."
"Welcome to the pound, my dear," Mustard cuts in. The she-cat looks at him like she never noticed him until now.
"Who are you?" she asks.
"Why, I am Mustard, king of the pound.  Been here a long time.  Total expert."
"What's the pound?"
"A place where all stray and feral cats end up to be adopted by two-legs."
"Adopted!? You mean made into kittypets?"
"Well some kittypets want to be adopted.  Just look cute and they'll take you away."
"If you're an expert... then shouldn't you-" The she cat catches on fast. "Never mind," she says.
"Well, what now?" she asks.
"Ya'll can hear the story of my first mouse!  So, my two-legs were playing with me in the garden, when I saw this pretty little mouse.  I reached my paw out to swat at it, but it lept away.  So I used my keen senses to lure the mouse toward me.  And I reached out..."  Mustard rambles on and on.
"So you're from a clan?  Which one?" I whispered to the she cat while Mustard was boring us to death.
"FireClan," The she-cat replies sadly.
"And it turned out, the mouse was just one of those two-leg toys!  Haha!  Oh! That reminds me of the time I ate this good food..." Mustard interrupts.
The she cat and I exchange a glance.
"So, you never told me your name," I say.
"I'm the FireClan medicine cat.  My name is Grayfur.