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DARK BLUE, DARK BLUE, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ALONE IN A CROWDED ROOM?
Quill was running out of patience.
It had been three days since Daisyflight was ripped away from her family and taken into another room never to be seen again- though the chimera had a horrifying suspicion that the trash bag they'd carried out afterward was a sinister clue as to where she had gone. And he'd never hated the twolegs more. Daisyflight was one of the last cats Twitch had left to turn to as far as close adult figured went, and the fact that she was gone left him feeling like he was suffocating. It'd been a long time since Quill had been made to feel small and useless, but he was feeling it now as he watched the looming threat draw ever closer to the things he cared about. And it wasn't that he didn't trust Skyclan to come, because he did. Thistleback was a tenacious bastard that wouldn't break a promise, and the appearence of the patrol a few days prior was proof enough that they'd be back.
But would they be back in time?
Before it had been a simple waiting game. Deal with the bordom and close quarter, eat the shitty food, and act mean enough to keep the twolegs from wanting to take you home. Easy. Maybe it wasn't fun, but it had been doable. Now though? A unknown factor had been introduced. Quillstrike had no idea why they'd suddenly taken Daisyflight away. She sure as hell hadn't gone to a family and she hadn't even been there as long as most of them. She wasn't even the most aggressive or skittish cat in there! That was the biggest injustice of it all in his eyes. Out of all the cats locked up there, her disappearing had made the least sense and been the most unfair. She hadn't even done anything to deserve it.
"Heartless fucking twolegs." he growled as one of them pushed open the door to the room they were all housed in.
Quill had grown familiar with it by now, had been watching. He knew the routine, knew the schedule, and he slunk to the back of his cage with bristle fur and hateful eyes as the shelter worker began going from cage to cage, changing out water bowls and topping up food dishes.
As it finally came to his cage, it paused a moment, regarding Quill with curiosity. He understood why. Normally Quillstrike was right up at the bars living up to his names, growling and lashing out at the cage door in warning to try and keep them away. It was unusual for him to be at the back, to be so still and quiet. The lips on their grotesque, flat-muzzled face turned up in a sick caricature of a smile, muttering words he didn't understand,
He stayed still. Stayed quiet.
Stayed hateful.
The door swung open slowly, hesitant, as the person pushed the dish of food into the cage, wary eyes flicking from the food to Quill. When all went well, they grabbed the water dish and made to repeat the process, pulling the door open and reaching in to place the bowl down- and that's when he struck. He had promised Twitchbolt he would never fight like he had that day with the apprentice- like he would kill if he got the chance- but he had to forgo that promise now. Skyclan had to know that they were on a time limit, that Daisyflight was gone, that they were going to lose more fucking cats if they didn't get their asses into gear.
He had to try.
The water went flying in a violent spray as he shot forward with a murderous yowl, knocking it back at the twolegs face as he latched onto the meat of their arm. He felt nothing short of pure justice as his fangs buried themselves into flesh and the creature screamed in pain, instinctively yanking their arm from the cage and dragging a clawing Quillstrike right out with it.
The twoleg was able to shake him off after a moment, but the way they cradled their bloody arm and backed toward the door had a part of him tempted to keep going, to just fight and fucking hurt them until they ripped Quillstrike apart with their meaty paws or dragged him off to join Daisyflight. It would have been easy to let that bloodlust win out after the confinement and the loss, but that would ultimately be a selfish way to end his life when it could go toward something else.
For the first time in almost a month, he glanced up at the cages to lock eyes with Twitchbolt.
His heart ached.
The door swung open again, snapping his attention back as a second twoleg rushed in, attracted by the noise. More sounds and pointing, and Quill backed away, toward the window.
He couldn't be selfish. He had to get away. Had to bring the rest of Skyclan back tonight to get the others out. Get them out. It was an almost manic mantra that echoed in his mind as he turned and bolted for a table sitting beneath one of the windows, leaping atop it in a desperate attempt to get out in a similar way to how Momo had gotten in- but his paws had hardly touched the tabletop before something was thrown over him.
He spat and clawed at the thick fabric of the blanket as hands grabbed at him, lifting him up and carrying him back toward his prison. No, no, FUCK! He'd been so close. He'd been right there.
When the door of his cage closed on him again, locking him away from the closest thing he'd had to freedom in weeks, he sent it rattling with a heavy lunge, knowing he wouldn't be able to use that trick again. They'd be watching him now.
OOC- a failed escape attempt! Feel free to have witnessed things, but please note that nobody is escaping in this thread and it was more for development than anything :) obligatory mention for @TWITCHBOLT but feel free to post before!
skyclan - male - 14 months (Feb 17th) - bisexual - homoromantic - single - a very tall, dark chimera tomcat with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck.
