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I'm starting to get into the writing thing again, and this is the story I wrote!

Name: Irena

Age: 16

Color: Irena a red tabby with big ears. She have a tail with orange on the tip, and her left leg has a black socking. She have thin sheets of hair all over her body, but not enough to keep her very warm. She has a orange patch on her cheek, and her underbelly is brown.

Irena was thrown to the wall again, like after all her whippings. She angled her body to the side as she rolled on the ground, hitting the wall silently. The pain from the whipping was intensified as you landed on your arm, surprised that you didn't break it. The door slammed shut, but your ears perked up. You listened intently for any sounds, but only heard screams from the other prisoners, wailing, and other's begging to be let go. All of this was normal, but the steps of the gaurd and feet sliding on the concret was new. They always added prisoner's, but she was almost last in the line. The feet came closer as she slowly got up, sucking in her breath as pain shocked thourgh.

She leaned on the wall and slowly made it to the door. The steps stopped at her front door, and the sliding of feet stopped also. She jumped back, slamming into the corner as the pain filled her, erasing all feeling from her body. She stood rigid as the gaurds opened the door, trying to stay strong. Her eye's darted to the bag on the floor, the men not even looking at her. They closed the door again, and walked off. The bag suddenly moved, which sent her into a stat of panic. She made a hiss noise and jumped over the bag, slicing it open. Her landing was off, making her fall on her side. She made a gasp as pain overwhelmed her, blocking out all feelings. Her thoughts came back to her, slowly she maneged to get up and concentrate.

Her ears were perked, though her eye's struggled to focus on the bag. The bag moved again, and her eye's seemed to work again. A shape slowly rolled out of the bag, bloody and covered in dried mud. She silently took in the details, then it opened it's eye's. His amber eye's stood out from the brown mud, and he got up. Irene hissed defensfly, fluffing up and putting the best mean face she could. The pain wasn't as fast to come, but it striked again, almost crippiling to the floor. She imeaditly got up, meeting his eye's.

She couldn't tell what his color was, since his fur was almost completly covered in mud, only bits of cream here and there were noticable. His eye's were wide, and he was staring at her with hard eye's. He stepped towards her, but stopped as she lifted her mouth in a snarl. She didn't make any conversation towards him, but her mind was racing. They never put 2 prisoners in the same cell. Etheir they had a new policy or is was overcrowding. His mouth moved as he stepped forward, but she took a swipe at him. She maneged to catch his name. "Colo." She muttered, and saw him take a jump towards her. She went balistic, her pain and rage were bundled up into a jump. She landed on his thighs and lunged for his neck.

Colo's POV

"Let me out!" He spat, kicking the side of the bag. He felt the bottom of his foot hit what felt like a leg. He then fell on the floor like a dumbell, then jerked up. The bag jerked to the side, causing Colo to scramble. He was almost knocked out by wall, then he fell on the floor. His eye's opened to see himself on the floor. He jumped up, swiping at one of the guards face. Before he could come in contact with the skin, he felt a boot in his chest. The powerful kick sent him rolling down the hall, and landing harshly by the wall. He fell to the floor, coughing up blood.

The guards came for him again, fear welling up inside him. He maneged a snarl before he was kicked in the gut, feeling like he couldn't breath. He was thrown in another bag before he felt them stop. He struggled to fight the lack of sleep, then he felt the sensation of falling. He landed flatly on the floor, and tried to get up. He heard a hissing sound and stopped dead, trying to get the scent of the other inmate. He slowly moved to see what reaction he would get, and saw the outline of the figure move over the bag. The claws ripped thorugh the bag, Colo still forzen.

He laid there, not moving. He felt breathing, and he could catch the scent of the other neko. Once he gathered his curage. and jumped from the bag, seeing the girl in the corner. She didn't look in much better condition then him, except for the mud of course. "My name is Colo." He maneged to choke out, but the girl was staring into the wall. The rumors about the prisoners not being able to speek might be true. He stepped towards her, seeing her tense up like that, then cower in pain. He felt her pain come in a pulse, hitting him like a brick. He felt bad for her, and instictivly tried to comfort her.

He saw her leap on him, feeling her claws dig into his thighs. He put his arm infront of her face. Once he felt her jaws snap on his arm, he jerked his arm to the side. Her body moved like a chain, once link after another. He than twisted his arm, feeling her lose her grip. She twisted in the air, landing on her hands. Her body seemed to jerk unnaturly as she lunged at him, jumping high into the air. He moved to the side at the last minute, then bit her side. He heard a bloody scream that made him shiver and lose his grip. The girl landed on the side and stopped by the wall. She looked at him with thirsty eye's, then they seemed to be slammed down.

He looked at her side, seeing a part of the flesh come up. Her side was lined with stiches, and almost fall apart. He walked up to her, checking out her wound. He then saw a little chip at the edge of it. He sniffed it, then jumped back in disgust. "That's rotton flesh!" He muttered to himself as the circle of purple seemed to grow bigger by the minute. He walked up to her and poked it, feeling intense pain. He feel to the floor, panting in shock. He got up and looked at it closly, and reached for it. He let out a muffled scream as he tried to pull it out, his body shaking. The chip broke of easily, then the pain stopped. The ring of rotton flesh seemed to stop growing.

He had only a moment to notice the girl had woken, and felt his shoulder get slashed. The swipe sent him sliding towards the corner. He pressed on the wound and saw the blood soak his shirt, and glanced at the girl. "Stay away from me!" She yelled, her voice cracking. It sounded like all they do is scream, but he went up in defensive mode. She ran towards him, uncordinated, but fast. Her fur brushed across his tail as he landed on the side, and crounched down. She ran into the wall hard, stumbling back.

She seemed to be in a different place, until she caught site of him. She lunged at him again, then took a launge for his tail. He jumped sideway's, but she wasn't able to match it. She stumbled and leaned side to side, unable to move. Once she tried to take another step, she fell right on her face. He took a few cautious steps, then poked her arm. "Hey." She looked at him and gave a pathetic swipe, then got up. "Sorry about that. The chip make's me look dangerous to the public when I get totured." She said, giving a flashy smile.

Name: Colo

Color: Colo is a golden tabby with cream spots. He has a black patch on his chin and neck, with a cream socking on his front right foot. His tail is tipped with black, and he has amber eye's. His ears are long and wide. His fur is much more thicker, and his teeth are more edged.