What A Tragedy! [closed/solo]

Mottledwing was strolling along the Twolegplace, sticking nearer to ThunderClan's territory. With fearful, hazel eyes, she watched the zigzagging roads, knowing how many cats have died or been captured there. She snuck across, tail weaving in the tranquil air. Her linty paws stepped lightly across the ground, and for a moment, she loitered in the clear walkways, her expression vacant and austere. The queen knew she shouldn't be out here, but she was yearning for fresh air. Smears of russet dappled her white coat, and tufts of fur protruded from her dainty, triangular ears. She then saw a syndicate of Twolegs in the distance. Haze clouded her vision, as one of them spotted her.

It was all over.

Mottledwing's ears pinned against her skull, as the sovereign of the cryptic group approached her. She spat and hissed as his long, ugly hands tucked underneath her forearms, lifting her up uncomfortably. "Stop!" she yowled in protest. "Put me down!" Mottledwing thrashed in his grip, but he rigidified his steal. A duress he uttered, dragging the she-cat away. Mottledwing clawed at him angrily.
"You're horrible! Get away from me!" she screamed, outraged. The Twoleg hopped into his monster, allotting his phalanges to the frontal wheel. His foot pressed onto the gas pedal, and the automobile jerked forwards. Mottledwing gasped, as smog arose from the hind engine. The Twoleg looked ahead, expressionless.

And with that, Mottledwing was missing.