{I'd} Do {Anything} For {You} [Pic, Zen, Hunter]

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[atrb=background,http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/5909/robinhoodmiddle.png] OOC: Just to avoid any confusion, Robin is not on Iris territor for most of this post, just in a random part of the city nearby. C; It was several hours past dawn, the summer morning already feeling more like midday. Outside an abandoned sweet shop, Robin Hood sat, her fluffy tail wrapped around her paws as she waited for Oliver. She and the tom met almost everyday to roam the city and country together, sometimes stealing from the Iris Pride and the Tempest Pack, or an unsuspecting villian, sometimes playing pranks on others or each other. Generally, they had fun and helped other creatures. Ususally, they made an arrangment to meet somewhere the next day. Yesterday, they had parted just before dusk, having agreed to meet here the following dawn, or shortly thereafter. Usually within an hour of dawn, they were already running around and getting on with things, but now, a few hours later than the time the marmalade tom should have arrived, she was completely alone. The Turkish Angora was now worried, an emotion that she rarely felt. Where was he? Neither one of them had ever failed to appear at the arranged time and place before. She didn't even consider that he might have abandoned her for a pretty, helpless she-cat. No, she wasn't that type of cat. Her mind was racxing over various things that could have happened to him: he could have fallen down a hole and have broken a limb, helpless and alone; he could be lying dead somewhere, mauled by dogs. Anthing could have happened to Oliver during the night hours. Rising to her paws, the she-cat began to pace in front of the shop. Maybe she should try to find his scent trail? Go back to the place where they had ended up before parting and search from there? It sounded like a better idea than sitting here waiting for him to appear. Something inside her urged her, Go, hurry, you haven't a moment to lose! Racing along the streets, she stopped when she came to the park that had been last place she had seen him. Flaring her small, pink nostrils, she took in all the scents she could. Yes, she could smell her own scent here, and Oliver's. Frantically she followed it when it led away from the park. Across streets, over rooftops, until she reached an old house that had presumably been his resting place for the night. However, his scent led out of the house again, and in a few minutes, she reacdhed a place where it mingled with that of several Iris Pride felines and the Iris border. her blood ran cold as she realised what must have happened. Maybe if she went further there be signs of a struggle, but she simply stood next to the white-washed wall of a house, trying to take it all in. Oliver, caught by the Iris Pride. It had obviously happened sometime last night, but why Oliver had left his shelter puzzled her. But what did that all mattter, now that he was there? She knew why he must have been captured- their thieving from the Pride had obviously become a problem for the feline pack. And now they had decided to do something about it.

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2nvbajl.jpg] Oliver had always seen himself as immortal: the amazing feline who could get away with just about anything. He and Robin Hood never really looked at the danger when they ran together, thieving from the pompous and helping the weak. It had never really occurred to him that one day he may get caught. It was on a warm summer evening that things changed for Oliver. He had parted with Robin at dusk, and he had just retired for the night. Oliver never slept too deeply, just in case he was attacked in the night. As he slumbered for a few minutes, he suddenly heard a loud wail from outside. With a small frown on his features, Oliver had stood on all fours and flicked his tail curiously. It sounded as though someone was in danger, and Oliver's instincts immediately kicked in. He never ignored someone who needed help, even if he was utterly exhausted and wanted to fall asleep. Exiting the house he had been sleeping in, Oliver began to follow his ears, and without even realising it, he was straying closer and closer to the Iris territory. It was then that he saw a small she-cat running, leg bloody and eyes wide. He ran to her in confusion. She was spooked, her body smelling distinctly of the Iris Pride. "What's wrong, miss?" He asked, and the she-cat quickly explained that she had to feed her kittens. She had had no food, and so she sneaked into the Iris Pride to steal some. However, she had been caught, and now there were cats after her. She looked deeply troubled, however Oliver assured her that he would fend the cats off. He ordered her to go back to her kittens, and promised that he would deliver some food to them soon enough. In the meantime she should lie low until the Iris cats calmed down. Once the she-cat fled, Oliver saw five cats, varying in sizes, approach him. They looked rabid, the way their eyes blazed and their claws were unsheathed. Oliver did what he had to: he attacked. He needed them to forget about the she-cat they were chasing, and instead focus on him. Oliver wasn't sure how he was going to get out of this one, however he did he best to attack before running. Unfortunately, Oliver could not fend himself off against five cats. Especially when he was recognised, "I saw 'im stealin' from th' Iris Pride a few days back." One grunted, and Oliver wilted at the memory. He and Robin had been caught in a close shave. They had been stealing some food for another feline family when a guard had spotted them snooping around in the food storage. They luckily escaped, but only just. Now that incident was back to bite him on the arse. With a lot of struggle, Oliver was dragged back to the Pride, where he was locked away for thievery and aggression towards the Iris Pride. Already Oliver was slightly wounded from the scuffle with the cats, but now he was in deep trouble. The Iris Pride didn't take kindly to thieves, and Oliver reckoned that they would kill him within the next few days. Shit.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2zojkf8.jpg] Lumbering through the alleys, Panja’s heavy paws crunched on gravel and pieces of crumbled asphalt. Walking less noisily behind him was his smaller companion, Kira, the one he had chosen to accompany him for this task. He had been informed earlier in the day that a thief had been found pilfering food from the Iris storerooms and was now captured, currently waiting to be interrogated. Panja snorted quietly to himself. That any stranger had managed to get within a mile of the Iris border was a sign that the guards were beginning to slack off. Back in his day, this wouldn’t have happened, and the patrols were taught that there were always consequences for laziness. A thief sneaking past security was not only embarrassing for the guards, it was humiliating for the entire Pride; it showed a weakness in the Pride’s structure, and if one cat could break in and rob them, then that meant others could, too. He led Kira towards the hospital, looking back at her as they walked through the broken glass doors that served as the entrance to the old structure. He didn’t know why exactly he had chosen her to go along with him, only that she had been the first cat to come to mind when it had been time to pick someone. Maybe a part of him still wished to be her teacher, and this little mission would be good training. Whatever the case was, he needed someone who would be good at teaching this cat a lesson or two on how the Iris Pride dealt with thievery. Oliver was housed in one of the cells on the main floor, the floor where captured spies and prisoners of war were contained. He motioned for the guards stationed at the room to step down from their posts, then allowed Kira to walk in ahead of him while he shut the door behind him. The orange housecat seemed so small and weak compared to the other prisoners that were locked away in the hospital. It shouldn’t be hard to intimidate him. “We have penalties for stealing,” Panja told Oliver darkly. He felt Kira’s presence beside him. She would be the one to issue any physical punishments, if it came to that.

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Whose turn is it? Is Hunter in this thread? -confused- x333

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She followed her old teacher dutifully through the alleys without saying a word. Nothing needed to be said. A thief had stolen food from the Iris Pride and now he was going to get his punishment. Panja had come to her earlier, telling her to accompany him and she had followed his command without a second thought. Reason? There were two good things about this. One: the thief would get the punishment he deserved. Two: she now had the chance to act like Panja and her were getting close to each other once again after their little… argument.

As they went through the doors of the hospital, Panja looked back at her and a little smile appeared on her lips as she looked at him. They would get along just fine. The old lion was almost making it too easy for her to become friends with him again, and as she got closer to him, she could continue getting his knowledge. Because unfortunately for her, Panja wasn’t a stupid fool even though that was what she wished he was. He was old, but he was also strong and wise. He knew a lot about fighting and strategies which Kira definitely could use. And she learned his soft behaviour to know which was quite useful for her as well. After all, you could manipulate with others in many ways, so learning different ways to tackle various situations was a plus for the young lioness.

They walked down the corridor with the prisoners’ cells. It was quite empty now after the battle with Tempest, so it was good to have a little thief like Oliver around – he was the start of a brand new collection. The guards moved away from the tom’s cell as Panja commanded them to and the two lions stepped into the cell. It felt good to literally look down at the domestic cat. His orange body was already covered with a few minor scars and Kira hoped she soon would get the chance to make him more… complete. He had to fit into the environment of the prisoners after all, so it was no good that he had so few scars. But she would hopefully chance that soon enough. As the door closed behind them, she let Panja get the first word. He was the one in charge. She was just here to accompany him. ”I normally feel bad about harming another feline. But today I don’t feel any guilt at all – ain’t I lucky?”

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[atrb=background,http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/5909/robinhoodmiddle.png] Robin's mind whirled as she attempted to figure out what to do while in a state of panic. Carefully backing away from Iris territory, she sat down and took a few deep, measured breaths to calm herself. She knew she couldn't waste any time now she knew what had happened to Oliver, but running straight into hostile territory without a plan and in her state wouldn't help him. One of the first things she realized was that if she walked into Iris Pride territory, she'd be recognized almost immediately. To her knowledge, there were not many cats in the Pride with luscious white fur like hers; added to that, there might even be felines posted to look out for her, as she'd been stealing from the Iris Pride for many seasons now and they knew her by sight. Deciding that she therefore needed some semblance of a disguise, the she-cat loped through several streets until she found what she was looking for: a pile of dirt and leaves. It was a pity there was no mud around, but it hadn't rained in months, so that was hardly possible. Giving her coat a quick grooming, making sure that saliva dripped onto her fur, she then proceeded to roll in the leaves and dirt. Looking a good deal scruffier and certainly not pristine, the Turkish Angora trotted back the way she had come. When she reached the spot on the scent border she looked around carefully. There were several guards around, and if she moved forward now, they would surely spot her. Wondering if there were many sentries situated on the rooftops, she circled around behind a fairly short building and took a running leap onto its roof, landing silently on the tiled surface. Crouching so that no-one looking her way could see her over the peak of the roof, she peered around, noting the two guards on roofs, both a good hundred metres or more away from where she was. If she was quiet and didn't move too suddenly, she might be able to make it past them. Keeping herself as flat to the roof as she could under the circumstances, she edged across it, making sure that the only parts of her body that moved where her eyes and legs. Making it to the edge of the roof without being seen, she painstakingly braced her body, and jumped. It was as much of a glide as the thief could make it, and her paws only made as small tapping sound as she landed, so carefully she crouched once again, not a moment too soon. One of the cats on the rooftops nearby gazed toward her, staring for a long moment before descending that what he'd heard wasn't anything to be concerned about. Her heart racing, Robin slunk across the roof and repeated the same jumping technique. She was more silent this time, and didn't pause as she repeated the process once more, getting further away from the guards and the edge of the territory. A few minutes later, she leaped onto a roof of a building that was shorter than the rest, and decided that it was time to go back to earth. Peering over the gutter into a dark alleyway, she made sure that there were no signs of life, and jumped. She landed hard on her paws with virtually no sound, though they smarted from the impact. Cautiously, she made her way along and out of the alleyway, winding through the deserted streets. Now all she had to do was find the Huntington Hospital and free Oliver. Her body itched with impatience for him to be free, and her heart clenched with unexpected fear. Why was she so worried? Hang on, Oliver. I'm coming.

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2nvbajl.jpg] Oliver slowly opened his eyes at the sound of pawsteps approaching the door. He watched as it swung open; the light partially blinded him, before the large shadow of a lioness obscured it from view. Squinting, he watched as the lioness stepped into the room, followed by a large, white lion. He let out a shaky breath. Was it really necessary for two lions to confront a thief? He knew he had been recognised by the cats as a familiar thief among the Iris Pride, yet he didn't think he really needed two lions to interrogate him. What did they think he was gonna do? Kill them? Oliver let out a small snort at the thought of him attacking and succeeding in killing the lions. It was wishful thinking; there was no way in hell he would be able to stop the lions from doing anything they wanted to him. As the male lion's voice rumbled into the darkness, Oliver out a small sigh. They were greedy pigs who thought nothing of the starving cats outside of their Pride. Even their own Alleycats were malnourished because the royals were hungry. He raised his gaze until he was looking right into his eyes. Oliver knew little of who everyone was, but he gathered this was the leader's mate, Panja. He wasn't so sure as to who the other lioness was, but it wasn't as though Oliver particularly cared for her. "Really? Well you have enough food to share around," Oliver drawled casually, knowing that this was just going to dig him into a deeper hole, "I've seen you pigs ravish into food that you do not need. You're growing fat off laziness and gluttony. There are cats out there starving while you get larger and larger." Narrowing his eyes, Oliver hissed at the lioness as she threatened him. These cats could kill him in seconds, and Oliver knew he should be treading carefully around them. Oliver vaguely wondered whether he would get out here alive, whether Robin would ever know what had happened to him. "You'd harm a cat that merely wanted to help the young and the weak? You'd feel no guilt for harming a feline that has morals?" Oliver spat, rising to his paws. His fur prickled and his back arched as he got into an aggressive position. Unsheathing his claws, Oliver was ready to strike back if the female did anything to attack. Yes, the most Oliver could do was perhaps deal a few light scratches to her nose, but it would still sting. Letting out a few breaths, Oliver's eyes darted around the room. It was small and dark and windowless. There was no escape other than the main door, and there would be guards patrolling the hospital. Lashing his tail in agitation, Oliver took a few steps back, until his paws brushed against the wall of his cell. Trapped, with two angry lions advancing on him. Well, this was a bit not good.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2zojkf8.jpg] After Kira gave out her sarcastic remark, Panja grunted in amused agreement. Kidnapping and beating other cats wasn’t something that the pride did on a regular basis, but under special circumstances, like now, it was sometimes needed. A criminal was a criminal no matter what the species. The lion impatiently stood by while the orange tom tried to justify his thievery. His reasons were quite strange; he seemed to have been concerned not with filling his own belly, but those of his friends and fellow loners instead. This selflessness was to be admired, Panja supposed, yet it hardly excused the cat from being punished. “Your efforts are a waste,” he rumbled, and regarded the thief with disdain. “There will always be starvation in this city. Those who are too weak to earn food for themselves will die out and make way for stronger animals that can. Such is the way of life.” Out of the corner of his eye he glanced at the lioness next to him, then nodded once. It was time to teach this pathetic waste of a cat what happened when one insulted the Iris Pride. The signal was for Kira to move in and punish the thief in whatever way she wanted. He had seen before how brutally she could torture something, and if she wasn’t careful, she could easily end up killing the small tom. Not that it would particularly matter, though – this loner had no value to them, whether dead or alive. “Perhaps, when we are done, we will feed your body to the starving dogs that roam the streets. I believe that would prove much more useful than your stealing.” Panja snorted and waited for Kira to get the job done quickly. He had better things to do than waste his time arguing with a dirty prisoner.

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The little cat spat out an answer to her comment, rose and unsheathed his small claws. Not that he could do any major harm to her. Actually, Kira ofund it kind of funny that he wanted to defend himself like that. What a brave little fellow he was – or foolish. She nodded in agreement to Panja’s words. ”The weak shouldn’t live,” she concluded coldly, her brown eyes being just as cold as her voice. This was a world of the strong and not anyone else. ”And if the ‘young’ haven’t joined the Pride, then they don’t know what’s good for them,” she continued reasonably to the orange tom, her voice completely calm. Then, on Panja’s mark, her shoulders tensed and her body changed into a hunting position with lowered head and lashing tail. It was time for her to punish their prey.

With Panja’s rumbling voice echoing in her mind, her eyes locked on the cat – like a hunter who aims her rifle at a target. The tom’s rear was pressed toward the wall of the cell, giving him as far a distance as possible from the young lioness. But the cell was small, and there was no way he could run. He was trapped. And unwanted. The orange tom was no one but a thief who deserved a painful punishment, but even though she knew Panja wanted to get on with his life – just as much as herself – then she wouldn’t let the cat’s punishment become brief. The torture should last for long enough for him to feel it like eternity and when the two lions went had done their business and left the cell, she wanted the scum to fear their next visit.

She wanted to plant fear inside the thief’s head, just like a gardener plants a seed.

She unsheathed her own claws and looked at the tom for a brief moment, burning eyes impaling his body. She hoped he could feel his heart beating heavily in his chest by now, because she wasn’t going to be nice to him. Actually, she would love – adore – the feeling of superiority that was about to come.

And then she stroke him as a lightening, hoping to overwhelm him in a lovely embrace of razor sharp claws across his striped back.

((OOC: Didn’t know how to start it, but here you’ve got your torture Pic, very ordinary ^^))

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[atrb=background,http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/5909/robinhoodmiddle.png] So far, so good. Robin Hood trotted along a deserted street, her eyes never stil. She couldn't afford to be waylaid by anyone or anything; who knew what was happening to Oliver right now? Breaking into a slow lope at the thought, she glanced upwards. She could see the Huntington Hospital clearly. It wasn't too far away; if she was quick, she'd be there within ten minutes. Attempting to stifle her anxiety that was worse than the heat generated by the sun, she shook her head and continued on her way. She had not gone far when a blur of brown passed in front of her. Slowing to a walk, she strolled confidently down the street, attempting to look as if she belonged there. If anyone decided there was something odd about her, then she was as good as done for. A vpice hailed her from behind. "Hey, you! I 'aven't seen you 'ere before." Ignoring it, the Turkish Angora continued on her way. A moment later, she heard pawsteps behind her. She whirled to face a tomcat. His long brown fur was bedraggled, and he looked rather thin under it; his amber eyes burned with a feverish light. "And I haven't seen you around here either. Good day, sir." Pointedly, she turned her back on him and resumed walking. A few seconds later, he called out, "But I recoginze yer from somewhere. . . 'Ey, aren't yew that theif?" Turning a corner, the she-cat broke in a run, her fluffy tail streaming out behind her, her ears flat to her skull. She couldn't afford to go back and shut him up. She couldn't waste the time. Even so, her heart thumped hard against her chest as she heard the tom raise his voice to shout, "Stop! Stop the thief! She's gettin' away!"

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2nvbajl.jpg] Oliver gritted his teeth, knowing he was in big trouble. Most of the time he was extremely glad to be blessed with a small, lithe body that could easily hide in the shadows and quickly outrun a more lumbering animal. However, this time, Oliver longed for a larger body, just so he could feel less weak. As he watched the lioness advance on him, Oliver felt his fur prickle across his spine, and he he sharply hissed in futile. There was nothing that could stop her from hurting him; he was trapped in a room with two large lions. Trembling slightly, he backed himself against the cold, unforgiving wall, but was helpless as she sliced through his skin like a knife gliding through butter. Oliver keened in pain, squeezing his eyes shut and tensing his whole body. Blood began to pool at the welt, and he looked up to meet the cold, dark eyes of his attacker. "You coward," Oliver grunted through the hazy pain, "You have more than enough food for your Pride. They are growing fat and lazy off of it all." Oliver tried lashing out with a quick paw, hoping to catch the lioness' muzzle against his sharp claw. It was the only way Oliver could retaliate, but he hoped it would case some stinging pain. Closing his eyes again, Oliver sunk his head to the ground as he tried to regain his breath. The pain was beginning to ease, and his vision was starting to clear. He hadn't expected the pain to be so great, yet he knew that more would soon be coming. Obviously they wanted to tease him, perhaps even make him beg for death, but Oliver vowed never to do that. He would never want to beg in front of these filthy lions. Oliver vaguely wondered whether the wound across his back would scar. He already had a few scars from fights with other cats and dogs alike, but he'd never received such a large wound before. Oliver's mind wandered to Robin as he thought about where she might be. He hated to think that she might be waiting for him. Perhaps she thought that she had been stood up. Oliver hoped not; he was loyal to his friends, and would be there for them. It was only because he physically could not leave this institution that he was still stuck in his god forsaken room. "Go on then. Give me your worst, kitty," Oliver taunted, knowing he may as well go the full monty, "Give me your best." ooc; terrible muse is terrible D8 sorry for the wait <3

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2zojkf8.jpg] Panja continued to watch the scene with an impassive expression, even as he felt a warm feeling of pride for Kira and a slight twinge of satisfaction as the thief slumped over in anguish. Blood began to pour from the wound that had been opened up along his spine, clouding the air with a bitter metallic smell. Another strike like that and the criminal might easily end up bleeding to death. That wasn’t exactly what Panja had intended to happen – he had considered maybe letting the cat go after he was put in his place – but he didn’t really feel like calling Kira off either. She wouldn’t be pleased if he denied her the chance of being useful and getting rid of a pest like this tomcat. They were just starting to rebuild their friendship again, and the last thing he wanted was to offend her. The thief was spirited. Or maybe just stupid. “You heard him, Kira. Give him your very best. We wouldn’t want to disappoint our guest, would we?” He narrowed his eyes into blue slits and waited for the cat’s proud words to turn into painful screams. But before the lioness could move back in for another attack, a warning yowl echoed down the main hallway that meant someone unauthorized had entered the hospital. Distant cries of, “Intruder!” and “Quick, get her!” sounded from the main entrance. Panja stood and turned for the door. “Hold on,” he told his partner, looking at Kira over his shoulder. “Keep him…busy. I’ll be right back.” He pushed down on the doorhandle with his big paw and nudged it open, then began heading down the hallway in search of the intruder. The guard that had been standing on duty outside followed at his side, both he and Panja momentarily forgetting to assign someone else to watch over Oliver’s cell, leaving Kira as the only one now watching over the thief.

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-SUPERLATEJOLT TO REVIVE THREAD- HUNTER'S TURN?!

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Her claws drew blood on the cat’s back and Kira chuckled darkly. She let the little tom catch her broad nose with his tiny claws, and her pretty, brown eyes lit up; his pathetic attempt to defend himself and his so-called bravery only made her laugh even more. ”You wound me!” she exclaimed with an exaggerated offended voice. ”How could you do that to me? After all, we are giving you a permanent place to stay – and free food if you behave as the good boy whom I’m sure you are,” she teased while holding him down with her heavy paw across his shoulders. She enjoyed how fragile his unscratched shoulders felt under her paw which seemed quite massive compared to his little body, and for a moment she wondered if she could crush his skull by just stepping on his head.

But the “fun” ended as Panja gave his command and her amber eyes narrowed into slits. She unsheathed her claws on the paw which wasn’t holding the cat down and made ready to strike at the orange cat’s face, but before she could do the deed, shouts from outside stopped her. What now? she wondered angrily and turned her head to look questioning at Panja. Hopefully the torturing wasn’t already going to end. And just to Kira’s luck, Panja told her to stay with the prisoner. Fine with me, she thought and a satisfied smile spread across her lips as Panja went out of the door to take care of the up come matter.

Then I will take care of the fun part. She looked down on the scum which still was caught beneath her paw and aimed the smile at him. ”You heard that little one?” she asked and put her head not far from his ear, lowering her voice so much that it wasn’t much more than a sadistic whisper. ”It means that you and I will be all alone in here.” A low chuckle in his ear made for a pause in her voice and her breath played with the small, soft tufts of fur in his ears just as she was playing with him. ”Hush now my dear,” she continued, ” - now we have time to come a little closer to one another,” she whispered in his tiny ear as her sharp claws slowly dug into his fresh wounds.

((OOC: There!!))

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[atrb=background,http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/5909/robinhoodmiddle.png] Robin knew that if she put a paw wrong now, she'd get caught - and she'd be no help to Oliver or herself then. Fit as she was from doing this sort of thing on an almost daily basis, she couldn't run forever. The tom who was following her had slowed almost to a halt, overcome with the effort of running and yelling at the same time. However, his cries had alerted other Iris felines, including several guards, whose yowls filled the air as they pursued her. She'd left them behind by putting on a burst of speed and knocking over several dustbins and other objects to slow them down; now they were several blocks behind her, giving her a few more minutes to figure out what she was going to do. Taking a running jump and practically flying over a fence, the she-cat ran down a desertey alleyway, turning a sharp corner, and slowing to a trot. Around the next bend was the Huntington Hospital; there would be plenty of felines there who would try to stop her. The Turkish Angora decided on a direct approach. She'd been in the hospital several times before - the first was in her first year away from her family, when she'd been exploring Hexasol - getting to know it. The wily female had acted as if she was willing to become an Iris pridemember, giving her the perfect excuse to see every part of their territory. She had used the excuse of needing to be in the country regularly as an excuse for her long absences, until, one day, she decided she knew Iris territory off by heart and tested her knowledge by performing her first raid of Iris's food stores. The hospital, as she recalled, was where the important felines lived, as well as one of the food stores - and also where prisoners, mainly canines, were kept. The latter could be found on the upper floors, and she'd naturally assumed that this was so there was to eliminate almost any chance of scum escaping. Robin knew, in that split second, what she was going to do. A small grin on her face, she leaped onto a large dumpster and from there onto a windowsill. Stretching her body upwards, she tensed her limbs, launching herself upwards. Hooking her paws around a gutter, she pulled herself up onto the curved roof. A single street away, she could see a small goup of felines - two ordinary cats, accompanied by a cheetah, a bobcat and and a caracal trotted along the streets, the cats searching for the scent of the intruder. Flattening herself to the roof, the trickster scurried across it, peering over at the hospital's roof. Luckily for her, it was unoccupied, but she would bet that there were several guards near the stairs leading down from it into the building. She threw herself into the air, landing on all four paws. Somewhere beneath where she crouched, Oliver was being tortured, killed, or questioned, she was sure of it. Voices, yowling “Intruder!” and “Quick, get her!” reached the white cat's ears, and she knew that they'd seen her crossing onto the roof of the hospital. Se didn't have a moment to lose. Dashing down the staircase, she caught a guard who had just noticed her in a flying tackle, pinning him to the floor - his head hit the hard, concrete floor with a crack - she'd knocked him out, unintentionally. Racing along the corridor, she passed several empty rooms - the rumours that some prisoners had escaped must have been true, then - until she heard voices up ahead. The scent of lion filled her nostrils - Panja, Florence's mate had been here, only moments before. More importantly, Oliver was here. The she-cat's stomach twisted as she glanced at what the open doorway revealed; abandoning her usual nochalance, air of calm, and all caution (not that she ever used any of the latter), she hurtled into the room with a cry that was more like an outraged growl than a yowl, taking in Oliver's pained face and bloodied body before landing on the back of his tormentor and sinking her teeth into the back of her neck and her flanks. "Get your filthy claws away from him!" Rage such as she'd never known she could feel had filled her and was now overflowing. How dare this lioness harm Oliver? She wanted to kill her, to rip her to shreds, to. . . No. That won't help anything, remember? A calm part of her brain reasoned. Taking a breath though her nostrils because her mouth was full of short fur and tight skin and blood, she remembered that the most important thing was to rescue Oliver, not to kill his tormentor. Jumping over the lioness's head, she nudged her friend, her green eyes steely and her voice low, urgent. "Oliver, can you run without collapsing? We need to go, now." She traced in her mind the route they'd take - it would work if they left immediately. If Oliver couldn't walk, she'd have to carry him, somehow - maybe across her back. She was heavier than him, but she didn't think they'd get very far that way.

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