Captured! (Closed)

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"StarClan no..." Swoopnose muttered under his breath. The twoleg kit that was holding him had a tight grip, and his ribs were starting to hurt. Being carried through SkyClan territory was bad enough, but it really got scary when they left the forest. Twolegplace was bizarre, everything was foreign and unnatural. The acrid scent of twolegs and monsters filled the air, clogging up his nostrils. This was a place where no clan cat belonged. Everything inside of him screamed to get out of there, kill the twoleg kits if necessary. But he was too drained to even flail too much, let alone escape. Their captors were walking next to a Thunderpath on a small white strip of stone. This was something the warrior had never seen before, and he was soaking up the sight when something absolutely dreadful happened. He was shifted to be squished between the twoleg's front leg and chest, and then the strange furless paw stroked across his head. Was this what it felt like to be a kittypet? There was no doubt how uncomfortable it was, but there was nothing he could do about that. He looked over at Robinsong with an expression of complete horror on his face. Hopefully the twoleg carrying her wouldn't try to do the same thing. They left the strip of white stone to go into a grassy field behind a twoleg nest. A smaller, almost cat-sized, version of a twoleg nest was on its side in the middle of the clearing as well. The two twoleg kits kneeled down near the small nest, and for a moment he thought they would be let go. But nope, he was just being stroked across the head again. He hissed, but his only reply was that growl or purr he had heard earlier. Looking over at his sister, he really hoped that she had thought of something since he had last asked. "How in StarClan's name are we going to get out?"

Robinsong wouldn’t stop. She was writhing and flailing and squirming. Anything to get the weird Twoleg kits off of her. She wanted to go back to the forest. This place was strange and full of scary scents, and worse, she was trapped. There was nothing she could do to defend herself of danger presented itself. Even after she had lost all her energy, she only took a small break before struggling to break free again, hissing and spitting as strange, furless, long toes rubbed themselves over her. It seemed the kit was obsessed with it. Oh, StarClan, this was uncomfortable. She could never be a kittypet. The Twoleg’s paws wanted to touch all of her, rubbing through her thin pelt, caressing her ears, wrapping round her tail. She moved around and around as if she could shake it free, a low growl in her throat. She let out a sigh as she was lowered to the ground. Was this it? She twisted around to try and claw it again, but it simply turned her around again and continued stroking her with it’s paws. She huffed in extreme annoyance. Her sharp eyes turned to gaze at her brother. ”I don’t know if we can.” She mewed, and visions of herself as a kittypet ran through her mind, sending shivers down her spine. ”We might have to fight our way out of his one.”

"Every time I try to fight it either suffocates me half to death or just moves me to where I can't do anything. Maybe if one loosens its grip we can take the opportunity then?" Swoopnose added on to Robinsong's idea, hoping that the twoleg kit that was holding him would allow him to breathe more easily. It suddenly turned him around so they were face to face, and started stroking his head again. Once again he tried everything to get away, but he was wrapped up into an extremely uncomfortable embrace. Now he was covered in twoleg stench and felt sticky. The cold was no longer a problem at all, the fear and body heat of his captor making him actually feel a bit hot. The twoleg started moving its face towards his, and he moved his head as far back as he could, until they were nearly touching. His breath came heavily as they stayed there for a few moments. Was it going to eat him? But it quickly gave up whatever it had been trying to, and he couldn't help but feel satisfied by the disappointment on its face. As a monster rolled by on the nearby Thunderpath, the twoleg holding his sister barked something to the other. Now he was being picked up off the ground again, and was suddenly roughly shoved into the miniature twoleg den. Soon the other twoleg same, stuffing the other warrior in as well. A flap was closed over the entrance, and as soon as he realized that he was free, he realized that he still wasn't. They were trapped in there. Too out of breath to speak, he looked over at his sister.

Robinsong hissed as she was shoved rather roughly into the weird, tiny, den-like thing. She immediately was on her paws again, looking frantically for a gap in the material she could wriggle through, but her attempts were futile. If she hadn't wasted all her energy on trying to escape, maybe she would be able to get out! Fury burned deep inside the warrior as she panted and flopped down. She just felt so useless! She threw a glance at Swoopnose, wishing she could just close her eyes and be back at camp already.

ooc: so so so sorry it took ages to get to! I'm on a posting spree ;)

"This is small, kind of like a den. Maybe I can tear through it," Swoopnose panted, mind working double speed to try to find a way to get out. At speaking, he padded over to one of the walls, and scratched at it. The tiniest dent was created, but not nearly enough to be able to create a hole he could crawl through before nightfall. But it would hurt to try again. So he raised up his claws, clawing at the wall with all of his strength and might. To his relief, his claws dug deep, though not all the way through. Then to his horror, he realized that his claws were struck. Repeatedly he pulled and pulled, until he finally came lose. Unfortunately, one of his claws tore in the process. After a series of pained hisses, he padded back over to Robinsong. "Ow... I guess we can't do that. Do you have any ideas?"