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βThey say that cats are angels with whiskers.β
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
She had a plan drawn up in the dirt, using a stick. There were several girls surrounding her, some with magical potential, some promising that they were stronger than the average female. Clover trusted them, she knew that they wouldn't lie when the situation was so serious. The kitten stood, pretending to stretch when really, she was testing the integrity of her chains. They were tough, digging into her ankles and wrists and weighing her down. She had been outfitted with a muzzle as well, having bitten one of the guards. They weren't supposed to hurt the merchandise and yet, a few girls disappeared and came back with various bruises and hand prints marking their bodies. "When guards come to check, Clover will distract," the change was about to happen, which Maple had noted during her short time here and confirmed with a girl who had been stuck on the island longer.
As soon as the rotation changed, Clover stood, stepping over their roughly drawn map. She flung her arms in the air and began to shake, falling to the dirt and making choking sounds. "Help!" Maple stood, screaming, "someone come help my sister! She's having a heart attack!" Several guards ran at once to open up the cell door, three girls waiting to take them out. They lay in the dirt in the next thirty seconds, groaning, clutching their family jewels. Clover stood, pushing her way out the door with the others. One of the girls who called herself Emma ripped the key off of a belt and began opening other doors, a fight breaking out. "Back up! We need back up!" A guard yelled into his radio as he was shoved into a cell, the doors slamming shut behind him.
"Yes!" Clover shouted as gun fire rang in the air, screams following and reverberating off of the walls. "Clover!" Maple yelled, the kitten realizing that she was bleeding. Her stomach, she had been shot. Despite the bullet wound, her rage came pouring out of her and she leaped, the chains clanging as she wrapped them around a human's throat, using them to choke him into dreamland. She leaped on another, her claws swiping his throat. Erika might have had a problem with it, but the kitten had no qualms in killing humans. More of them rounded the corners, bearing guns and other weapons; shouting threats that if the girl's didn't get back into their cells, they would never see the light of day again.
Maple pounced, the guards leveling their guns. Clover shoved her out of the way, one human pumping several bullets into her body. "Clover!"[/color] Maple screamed as the doors above them broke open, the Harington's having at last arrived. Maple lifted her sister, slinging her arm across her shoulder. It was chaos, between the fighting, magic, and bullets, Maple was having a tough time locating Clover's owner.