(Don't mind the crappy bars, I did this at about five a.m. After pulling an all-nighter, so... Anywho, seriously, if you want to have your art featured here, just send me any sort of fan art about this book! :3)

Flamefoot woke up to a pounding headache. He winced, then gingerly gathered his paws beneath him and tried to stand up. A flash of pain blazed in his skull, and he quickly laid down again.

After the pain dulled slightly, he slowly raised his head to look around.

He was in a dark room, and it looked like his cage was one of many that were all crammed together. His "den" had some sort of shiny webbing on all four sides, so he could see all around.

Below him was a cat he didn't recognize, who smelled of WindClan. Across from him was a smaller russet colored WindClan cat, who looked to be an apprentice, and above him was a black spotted white ThunderClan she-cat, who was pacing back and forth angrily.

When he saw the cat in the den next to him, he almost jumped back in surprise. It was Leaftail, the RiverClan cat from before.

"Leaftail!" Flamefoot hissed, trying not to draw too much attention to himself.

Leaftail looked over, and Flamefoot could see the surprise in his eyes when he recognized him.

"Flamefoot! You got captured too?"

"Yeah... I was trying to save Darkwind, but..." He trailed off, and Leaftail nodded in understanding.

The ground beneath them started to rumble, and Flamefoot realized they were now moving. A few other cats started to murmur worriedly.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded over the other quiet mews. "Flamefoot! Is that you?" Asked Spottedstorm.

"Spottedstorm! Yes, it's me." Flamefoot replied. He caught a glimpse of piercing amber eyes behind a sleeping white tom. She was only two dens away from him.

"Does anybody know what they want with us?" She asked, a steely note in her voice. He had to admit, her refusal to give up was admirable.

The white she-cat above Flamefoot snorted. "Who knows why twolegs do anything they do? It's hopeless to try and figure them out. We just have to figure out how to escape."

The white tom who had supposedly been sleeping before jumped in. "Dappleface, it could still help us if we know where exactly we're going."

"But how are we supposed to figure that out?" Spottedstorm snapped.

Soon every cat was stating their opinion, with some wanting to study the twolegs, some wanting to focus on thinking of ways to escape, and some just yowling at the others to keep quiet.

The noise grew and grew as cats argued, and it became harder and harder to hear anything else. However, Flamefoot's cage was pressed up against the wall of whatever they were in, and he could here the muffled grunt as a twoleg came closer to them.

"They're coming!" He hissed loudly, and a few of the cats around him paused and listened. It became just quieter enough that faint footsteps could be heard, and the rest of the cats quickly stopped talking.

***

Silence greeted the man as he opened the back of his trailer. Dozens of eyes stared at him, and he felt a slight shiver go down his back. He shook his head and closed the door again. Now that the cats were quiet, he could get back to driving.

The five hours it had already been had seemed to go by in a blink. In another couple of hours they would be at the cat-specific shelter, and then his job would be done. He only hoped the rest of the cats his team hadn't managed to catch weren't causing any problems.

***

As soon as the door closed, Flamefoot cleared his throat. The door had given him an idea, but he needed the rest of the cats to help.

Only Leaftail, Spottedstorm, Dappleface, and the white tom looked at him, but they would be enough.

"Dappleface, is it?" Flamefoot asked, and the she-cat gave nodded.
"I have an idea to get out of these things, but I'll need your help. Do you see that little bar thing on the side of my den?"

Her eyes searched his enclosure till she spotted what he was talking about, and she reached out to tap it lightly. The thing was a simple rod, no bigger than a twig, that had a knob on one end that was preventing the other side from slipping away from the door. "This thing?" She asked.

"Yeah, that little bar thing." He repeated. "Now... Try flipping up the knob at the end."

After a few attempts, she managed to move it away, despite the awkward positioning.

"Great! Now, just push it back a bit so that the other end isn't covering the side there anymore."

Dappleface struggled to move her paw through the webbing of her den, but eventually she managed to slide it back. As soon as the end of the bar was pulled all the way back, the entrance to Flamefoot's den creaked open.

Excitedly, he pushed at the swinging wall, and it flew open, crashing into the den next to his with a loud bang.

The rest of the cats, who had been arguing once more, stopped at the spontaneous noise and turned their gaze to Flamefoot. When they saw that he was out, the few heartbeats of silence were broken by a clamor of questions.

He looked from one cat to another, overwhelmed, till he just decided to ignore them as he set about letting others out. First he went to Leaftail's, the den sitting right next to him.

Flamefoot ran over the technique he'd told Dappleface in his mind before setting a paw on the twig-like bar of Leaftail's cage. After a few moments of fiddling the door was open, and Leaftail stepped out of the small den gingerly, as if he was afraid it would leap forward and trap him again.

Flamefoot turned to him to start explaining how to open the latch on the dens, but Leaftail was already at another cat's enclosure, playing around with the bar and sliding it back.

After recognizing that Leaftail was all set, Flamefoot climbed up to Dappleface's cage above his, reasoning that she should be let out next because she had helped him to escape.

As soon as she was out, she went to help her ThunderClan friend, who, to Flamefoot's surprise, was not all white, but had a black patch over his ear and eye, shoulder, and tail tip. He spotted another one on the cat's leg, too, as he got up inside his den.

Once the cat was out, he and Dappleface went off to help more cats, and Flamefoot turned to Spottedstorm.

Within a few minutes, all of the cats were out and safe.

Flamefoot looked around, a strange sense of pride swelling inside him as he saw the product of teamwork.

But now that they were all free, cats were starting to argue again about what to do next.

Flamefoot opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, another voice rang out over the others.

"Cats of the Clans! We must focus on one thing if we want to get out of this death-trap! Why don't we make as much noise as we can like before, then run when the twoleg comes and opens the door?"

The rest of them murmured their assent, and then started to yowl as loud as they could.

Flamefoot joined in, glad that they had a plan of escape.

Soon enough, the constant movement underneath stopped like before, and a shout could be heard from outside. The door to whatever they were in was yanked open, and without even pausing to look, Flamefoot hurled himself out of the huge thing and soared past the twoleg, who was staring in shock at the barrage of cats.

He landed on rough, hard black ground, and immediately dashed off to the side, where he could scent trees. The thunder of pawsteps told him that the other cats were right behind him, and together they all raced into the forest, not once looking back.