Author's note: This story is NOT related to Arportsya.
~Welcome Captain White.
>access file 128
Name: Subject 128
AKA: Pvt. "Kitty"
Species: Unknown, only surviving member on record.
Feline. Bipedal. Tan fur. Large eyes, presumed night-sight. Green irises. Slender. Thin bones. Long prehensile tail. Plantigrade. Blood near-identical to human. Reactions and reflexes greater than human's. Hyper-sensitive hearing.
Traits: Timid, quiet, good-natured, friendly. Sympathtic.
Weight: Approx. 100 lbs
Age (Human Years) Event
Tarkina: Chapter 7 Tarkina Chapter 7
I pretended to be asleep until the healer had left. When I was sure he was gone, I got out of bed and padded to the door. I silently turned the handle and sneaked out of the door. I quickly scanned left and right and ran to the left exit. I ran through and found myself in another hallway. I recognized it as the first hallway I came through when I first came here.
"You've healed then?" a voice said, freezing me to the spot. I slowly turned around to find the healer who tended to my wounds standing there.
He looked stern, but upon seeing my feral state (it was hard to notice, but he was a healer) his face softened.
"You're turning feral?" he whispered.
"Try your best to hide it, if Kenmark knew there was a feral around his mine, who knows what he might do?" he sighed. "Come on, I'll take you back to the mine."
I hissed in protest but followed him back to the mine shaft.
I entered the mine shaft, seeing the warden, the slaves and everything e