Felis Blood

[iris]

Kayla's POV

I never expected anything like this. Never expected of being a mom. My child, Hope, was fast asleep in my arms. She had light tan, or white, skin. She had light brown hair and the most interesting eye color. Like my own, they change color from blue to green and almost every possible shade in between. Those eyes, for the moment, were closed. She also had a gray cat tail and gray cat ears sprouting out the top of her head instead of normal human ears. The fur felt like moss, or some really, extremely soft fluffy blanket. her feet were cat paws, and her hand were cat paws although they took the shape of human hands.
My light brown hair, which was now growing long since I haven't had it cut in a while, fell over the sides of my face. The scientists have treated me rather well, since I have to feed both me and my baby. My child had two bottle of milk a day, which I somehow knew was just barely enough for her to stay alive. She needed more, daily, and one scientist, Brianna, was basically the only good scientists in this place. She said that whatever tests they did on me or my child, that I had to hold on. I couldn't let them show pain, weakness. Brianna was eighteen, nineteen maybe, and actually knew who the father of my child was. She said it was a wild cat, blind, yet a bit bigger than the average house cat. He was a gray tabby tom with light, clouded blue eyes.
I looked around the cell that they call my 'room'. The walls were dark, stone gray, plain and uninteresting to the eye. There was a bed for me, with a single, rough pillow and a scratchy blanket. It was always hard to get to sleep knowing that my baby could be taken away from me while I was completely under.
Nightmares came to me almost every night. They took my baby away to either check on her growth, development, etc. or to test on her. I hated it. Hated it to my very core. I hated to hear my baby cry, to hear her scream from what they do to her. She's only three months old for Pete's sake! Oh yeah, I'm almost thirteen and a half, and she was born on my birthday. Ha ha, ironic huh?
Footsteps, heavy ones that I've become accustomed to, weren't there. No, these were the swift, light footsteps of Brianna. She was coming to give me and Hope our breakfast, and to check on my child. My thoughts were correct as Brianna entered the room. Her short red brown hair fell down to her shoulders and brown eyes gazing at me and Hope with sympathy. She knew I didn't need it, but it was always good to know that she knew what I must be going through. She had a one month old back home, and knew what it felt like. To be away not knowing if your child is alright.
"Hey Brianna." I said, no louder than a whisper. Sometimes I did that. Speak so softly, that its hard for others around me to hear. Brianna merely smiled, yet it didn't reach her eyes. She didn't want to be here. She didn't wan me, or Hope to be here. I've had this plan to escape, for a couple of days now. Yet, I've been so scared, I never really mentioned it to Brianna or anyone besides Hope a little bit. She set down a gray, metal tray with a loaf of bread, some water, a bottle of milk for hope, and pealed, cut up banana. Yep, this is what breakfast was like. Yummy. Note the sarcasm.
I took the bottle, somehow knowing Hope was hungry, and once I put it near her face, she immediately reacted. Hope the three month old practically attacked to bottle, sucking on it like crazy. Thats the thing. Hope never cried when she was hungry. I really start to worry about her. I also think about a whole bunch of things that, my thoughts seem loud in the silence.
"Brianna." I started, keeping my voice low, my hand holding the bottle of milk that Hope was eagerly sucking away on, and my eyes trained on the tray of food. "I want to escape."

[iris]

Jayfeather's POV

Its been moons since I had been captured by strange twolegs. I don't remember much of what happened, only scenting a female twoleg farther away from where I was, and hearing her sob. She was crying out in twoleg language, and I actually felt the need to comfort her then. I then knew that not all twolegs were bad. Why? Because I could actually understand the next thing that female twoleg kit said.
"YOU SICK MONSTERS! THAT CAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE AND FAMILY AND YOUR DOING THIS TO HIM?! TO BOTH OF US! DANG, I THOUGH YOU WERE CRAZY BUT NOW, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK OF YOU PEOPLE ANYMORE!" Now that I am thinking about. I can remember it more clearly than before. The female twoleg who was shouting, bit another twoleg on the hand. I heard the scream from the older male twoleg, in twoleg language. But I could guess what he had said.
"I hate you. I can't believe you're actually going to do this to me. To him. He'll never even know. Never know that he's a fa..." The female broke down into sobbing again, and them a gasp of pain. For the next hour, I felt pain, I heard the kit cry out in shear agony, and I think I could almost sense her pain, her anger, her sorrow and grief. Everything that she was feeling at that moment.
A flash of anger burned through me for a second, before I realized that I wasn't getting any sleep. Sighing, I felt myself relax, not knowing that I was so tense before, and fell asleep.

I was in a closed den. Very large and very dark. The same twoleg kit from before was sitting on some high platform. She held a wriggling, baby twoleg and I could actually smell Thunderclan scent from it.
"He might never know who you are Hope." The twoleg whispered to the smaller kit. "That you are his child." My mind was swimming in a sea of thoughts. Who's child was this twoleg kit? Why did the kit, who smelled like a female, smell of Thunderclan?
My thoughts directed themselves to what the female from before was saying. The unfinished sentence. The unfinished word.
"He'll never even know. Never know that he's a fa..." The word clicked. Father. She was going to say father. She was also talking about me. I knew that. Was? No, it could be. Oh but it was.
I saw two little gray cat ears and a tail on that small, tiny twoleg baby. That baby was half cat. I dug my claws against the cold, hard stone floor of the den. So thats what they did. Make the female kit from before, when I was captured, make her have my kit. She was right. Those twolegs were sick. They were more than sick. They were evil and twisted and cold, stone hearted creatures.
"We're gonna escape. With that nice woman Brianna. She knows where my father was taken from. We'll go there. We'll find him. We'll find your father."
Then black hit my like getting runned over by a monster.