Trapped

Oakmoon looked around, it had been a week since she was caught. She wanted to go back to her Clan, but the Twolegs were so nice. Oakmoon enjoyed racing across their lawn, even though it had large fences. Oakmoon had started to understand some twoleg speech, she had known the name they gave her "Mint", "Food", "No" and "Aww" but the rest were just splutters of yowls. Mint blinked around as she splayed out on the twoleg couch. The twoleg's kit ran to her, they teased her by dangling a feathery creature above her. She crouched, tensing her hind-legs. She pounced, grabbing the toy in her jaws.