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There was something nice about it, sure: the commander seemed afraid to do him much harm, and at least he didn't have to do any work or deal with his clanmates. He was comfortable, healed and well fed, though he refused to eat their prey other than every few days. He had accepted that he would be here for a long time, which just made the comfort that much work. If they were going to keep him here against his will they should treat him like a prisoner proper, not a pampered kittypet: he doubted any lesser prisoners they kept would be this well looked after.
Chim rose and paced the confines of the space, then looked up toward the entrance of the prison with a flash of annoyance in his half glare. "What does a cat have to do to see some sun around here?"
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on May 31, 2019 13:24:40 GMT -5
"Bark like a dog and dig."
Prisoner Limavady had his paws crossed. His head perched on top. Moodily, he eyed Chim, not really knowing or caring too much about who he was or where he came from.
Chim barely spared him a sideways glance. "Finally, a tunnel cat with a sense of humor. I was beginning to think you were as bitter and boring as everyone says."
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on May 31, 2019 14:03:27 GMT -5
A back-handed compliment? He squinted his green eyes. Typically, he would have pounced. He didn't like being insulted, even if it was merely truths. But what did it matter now? They had locked him up, stripped him of his title, taken his kin and shamed him into the darkest depths. Even The Blind Protector would have a hard time meandering around here, if he was even real.
He pursed his lips, taking offense. All there was left to do was bicker and be negative. "Well, I've never heard of you. Too bad you couldn't make yourself more infamous before they set you here to rot away. One of these days they're going to get tired of feeding us, you know. They'll put poison in the mice and we'll gurgle ourselves to sleep." Yes, he had seen it happen before, had been the one to do it. Winter didn't have mercy for captured evil-doers.
The tabby-striped turkish angora turned his back to the outsider. He seemed defeated, heartbroken, dramatic; it was hard to pick only one pathetic adjective for him in this moment.
Chim chucked, dark and mocking. It was rare for the deputy to laugh or find any kind of joy at all, but the cats of the Regime wouldn't know that: nerves made him sour and chatty and inflamed his tendency to annoy everyone around him, and laughing at them he'd found was quite an effective way to do so. As a prisoner he probably shouldn't be angering his captors, but when it came to anything personal he wasn't often sensible, which was how he'd ended up here in the first place.
"I wouldn't expect you to know who I am, but you're wrong about the rest. They won't leave me here for long, and they don't kill me either." A savage, bitter grin. "Wish they would, easier for us all. But no, your Commander is too scared to harm a hair on my pelt."
The ginger tom shrugged. "Better for the rest of us that way." He considered the other prisoner for a moment. "What'd you do to get in here, anyway? Try and overthrow him?"
"You're in prison. Who are you going to fight, me?" Chim snorted. "Good luck with that one. Just try and see if those damn guards don't come rushing in."
