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It was just one of those days, he was walking around his forest and saw some unfortunate backpacker litter on the fucking floor! How dare they?? Time to grab another example~ he did what he usually does, and dragged the body to the front of the forest to the sign, “Please use the trash cans! Thanks! 🐱” written on the sign in clear English… how sad that people can’t read.. he headed towards his cottage, but before he could take another step, he felt a sharp pain in his neck.. then he felt some cold, iron cuffs set on his wrists.. the last thing he remembers is someone saying “Okay! We got him this time..”
Turns out that backpacker wasn’t there all alone.. the wife of his was just taking a quick number one behind a bush. In all his eagerness to get his bloody fill, he forgot to listen to the surroundings… and now he sat there, in an orange vest and a lifetime in prison. But if he does something, he will be executed right on the spot.. they know how dangerous he is, but still let him wander around delicious….. human bodies.. he repressed the urge for the 9th time today, and got up from his seat to go find a lunch lady and ask for some scraps of today’s meal. The lunch lady just handed him everything and nervously left her station.. heh, looks like everyone here does know their place.. “the forest cat”, he liked that nickname… mysterious and it didn’t actually tell you why he did to get placed in this spot.. he smirked as he gulped down some milk and followed it by a sandwich with ham and lettuce.
The next day he woke up a little sore. He stretched like he usually did, strong at the bars of his cell.. he then walked up to them and sat down on the floor. He wasn’t allowed to transform and just get past them, because he would get shot on the spot. He didn’t matter. He was.. expendable. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling of the cell.. bland and white. He wished there was something to do other than wait for the free time where he could wander outside of the cell. He felt a tap on his shoulder, he looked over only to see a police woman with a fancy dressed up person.. he raised one of his eyebrows as he collected himself off the floor. “Hm? What’s going on here..?” He asked, his ears facing the police woman only for the person in fancy clothes to speak up. “Hello, Dawn Vanderboom… I’m from the Urbanshade company. I’m here to recruit you for a mission. Are you in?” That didn’t explain anything at all.. he thought. But it sounded Ike he would get to go outside of the prison. So he agreed, nodding his head and extending an arm to shake, only for the end of a gun to be pointed to his forehead. “Dawn, retreat your hand.” The police woman ordered. He sighed and pulled his hand back, not wanting to loose one of his lives just to this weak of a being.. if she didn’t use a gun, she would be already at the entrance of the prison.. for a reason. The Urbanshade employee talked a little with the police woman, before they slowly walked out of his sight. He wondered when he was going to go on this mission. He sat against a wall, only for the bars to automatically open for the free roaming time, he huffed and stood up again.. well, at least that killed some time.
After the few time, he went to grab his daily meal, two chicken legs and some mystery sauce that tasted like ketchup but was more.. watery than it. He thought it was good enough, so he didn’t care to get another until he went to get a snack time later. He felt a strong sharp pain in his arm this time, and as soon as he did, everything was woozy.. he didn’t know why they kept putting him to sleep, why not talk it out? He never got to get anywhere without making him fall asleep.. but he didn’t complain. At least it would be more fun to mess with them once he’s awake.