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Rock followed Mouse as she ran towards the sound. He found Mouse by another cat that he assumed was Macy. "It looks like a trap. Where does it hurt?"

As Macy heard Mouse's voice she relaxed a bit, laying her head on the ground. Macy didnt bother saying anything to Mouse as she pawed it for her throat stung. She spoke though once she was spoke too. "If i did i would be out of ot by now. And it hurts where the rope is on my side and stomach." Macy felt the blood begin to trickle down her body and she closed her eyes tight and gritted her teeth. "It hurts so bad." Macy said through gritted teeth. She planned on telling them everything after they got her loose because she knew there was a chance theyd leave her to die if she told them now. Nevertheless guilt was still deep in her heart.

Mouse stared at the rope. "Please stop moving!" Mouse didn't want another friend to die. There was going to be a lot of emotional trauma and she might get out of control. There has to be something, Mouse' heart started to race as she saw a trickle of blood. "Rock, have you seen this thing before?" she looked at him despereatly(yes probably misspelled but whatever).

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"Luckily I have," he turned to Macy, "Thank goodness it wasn't the claw, you would never escape." He looked at her wound. The rope tied around her side and stomach, pretty tightly. He shook his head, and memories flooded back to him.

(Rock was running, running for his life. The skins were chasing him down another alley. He ran and ran, dodging every swipe of their nets. He was only a kitten, only 6 months old. He ran behind a trash can to hide, his secret tunnel that Skins would never hide. Eventually the skins left. So cautiously he crawled out, he looked around. The coast was clear. As he walked out the trap caught him, the rope digging into his side. He yelled and screamed, but no one came. He lay limp feeling blood trickle down his side. But finally his mother came. "Mother help me please." He cried out. "My son," she said, "I will free you don't worry, but it will hurt." She bent down, he teeth biting into him, to get he teeth under the rope. She den bit and chewed and finally he was free. But he had a scar that would keep him from forgetting.)

Rock licked at his side, the scar was still visible. He looked at Mouse then at Macy. "Macy this will hurt a lot. But will you allow me too?" He asked. Mentioning his head at the rope.

Gatsby had finally managed to get out, and was roaming the streets. He couldn't find Macy when he'd gone to her house, and none of the other cats he usually saw were out and about either.

honestly, he was pretty surprised, and a bit put out. Were they all avoiding him?

Macy felt the rope cutting in her side even more and tears flowed down her face. "Im sorry Mouse i just want out." Macy said, still gritting her teeth. Macy then looked at the male as he spoke. Macy nodded as she began to really cry, "I just want out! Im scared!" Macy then watched as the male came closer. She was shocked as she felt his teeth digging into her side. She tried to be quite but to no avail. She began to somewhat scream as the rope dug tighter into her side because of her moving. The male then began to chew the rope, reliving the pain little by little. Soon Macy felt the rope fall to the ground. A cold wind blew into the shed, making her wound burn like fire. Not wanting to move she layed limp, still breathing of course. "Thanks" she mumbled after a while.

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He finished chewing the rope, trying to ignore her pained yelps and screams. But he knew he had too. The rope fell to the ground and Macy moved away. He nodded, "Anytime." He said. "But, sorry to ask, but who did this to you?" He suddenly remembered Drat's death. Was it the same cat?

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He finished chewing the rope, trying to ignore her pained yelps and screams. But he knew he had too. The rope fell to the ground and Macy moved away. He nodded, "Anytime." He said. "But, sorry to ask, but who did this to you?" He suddenly remembered Drat's death. Was it the same cat?

Mouse sniffed the spot where the fox trap was. "Do you think you can walk? This place isn't safe." She looked around cautiously, waiting for the murderer to pounce. Her claws slid out. That murderer... At least Macy's not dead...Unlike Drat. Though, this time, there wasn't much of an aching sadness. Just a small hollow feeling.

Macy listened to the cats questions and she reluctantly looked up at them and spoke. "I dont know his name but no offense to him, hes an ugly cat. He has a missing ear and scars. And i might be able to walk...." Just then Macy remembered what she had to tell them. Tears began to fall down her muzzle again as she spoke, "Im so so sorry guys! I told the crazy cat what you guys look like and that you know about Drat's death. Oh and that other cat too! Im so sorry its just that he was going to kill my friend and make me look at his dead body! So you guys arent safe! You need to move to another town!"