Swiftly Taken [[Open]]

Swiftheart padded through the moor stalking the scent of a rabbit he found. He spotted it little tail flickering up and down through the grass as it hopped around looking for food. He crouched down and stalked quietly towards it. He almost jumped out of his fur when he heard something stomping moving through the grass close to the Thunderpath, not far from him. The rabbit heard it too and took off. He would have taken off after it had he not smelled the distinct smell of a two-leg. The fur on his shoulders raised and he glanced around cautiously looking for it. He spotted something colorful out of the corner of his eye and whipped around to face it, hissing loudly. When he whipped around he came face to face with a two-leg kit, who didn't seem the least bit afraid of him. He backed up, eyes wide, as the kit slowly crept forward. He lashed out at the kit and caught its paw. He whipped around while the kit was distracted and was about to run away when he felt large paws grip him and lift him up. He squirmed in the grasp, lashing out at anything his claws could reach. "Let go of me!" He growled loudly before attempting to bite the owners hand. Suddenly he was moving and once the got turned around a bright red monster came into view. Panic swirled in his dark green eyes and he squirmed even harder, but it was no use. He was getting tired and he wasn't achieving anything, but he continued to try and fight. He had a kit back in camp that he had to be there for. He had a mate and a family. He couldn't let this happen, but before he knew it he was thrown into a cage and locked up. He lashed out at the shiny bars that kept him locked inside and hissed furiously. Why were they doing this? Why were they taking him away from his home? So many thoughts were racing through his head and he didn't know what to do. He was stuck inside with no way out. His chest was heaving and he stopped fighting. He couldn't anymore. He had to save his energy for the right time when an opportunity to escape appeared. He sat back, tail lashing angrily, as he thought of a plan to escape.

Blackpaw whisked down the rims of the Thunderpath, pliant and lean frame steady, as his eyes remained emotionlessly fixed on the ground. Suddenly, he heard faint hissing and thrashing in the distance. He whipped around, and, through the cars spilling over on the hard, cold, Thunderpath, he spotted his father.

Blackpaw gasped, scrambling to his paws. "Father!" He yowled, glancing to both sides. The multicoloured paint that adorned the monsters' bulky figures blurred past him. "I'm coming!" He continued, desperately searching for a way to cross unharmed.