Rose - A Poppy Playtime Story

Chapter 60 - Visitors

(Back to Catnap because I say so :D)

Catnap sat on the cold concrete, his ankle aching with pain. A few bruises were visible, as well as small little scratches from the metal.

The mini Dogday was still in his arms, safe in the cat's embrace. When the doughman had come to "visit" the feline, Catnap had to refused to hand the body over.

He was rather happy to say, that his claws had successfully dug into Doey's skin when the doughman tried to pry the body out of his grasp.

By Catnap's count, he had been in that room for a week, or, seven days. No food, or water. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't had anything of that sort since he woke up with the human staring at him.

The burn on his knee looked like it was somehow healing, thanks to Catnap's previously unremembered skills.

He had found some string sitting in a dark corner of the room, and with lots of effort, the cat had managed to stitch his knee back together. 

His eye was a different story.

Whenever Catnap touched it, he immediately recoiled. The fur there was horribly burnt, and it felt like an imprint of sorts was marked into his face.

The cat had pushed through the pain, feeling around the burnt skin. The shape of the mark was in a hand-like shape. Which, unfortunately, didn't make much sense to Catnap.

He sighed, a small puff of red smoke exiting his mouth. That distant voice told him to be afraid of it, like before, but he couldn't muster the energy to.

A crisp knock echoed through the room, then a mini (not one of his) walked in. It was a mini Crafty, her face scrunched up.

She threw something at him, barely giving Catnap time to duck out of the way. He turned to stare at it as it hit the floor. It was a piece of bread, stale by the looks of it.

"Be grateful." The Crafty growled, before roughly closing the door. Grateful. Catnap hummed.

He turned away from the bread, not caring for it. Even though his stomach started to growl just by seeing the food.

The door opened again, this time with no knock. A few minis peeked their heads in to look at him.

He just stared.

"Why is he alive, again?" One asked, letting out a small, "Ow!" As someone hit them.

"Don't be rude, he can hear you!"

Catnap let himself relax. They seemed harmless enough. Though, he brought the little Dogday's body closer to him, not taking his eyes off of the little heads.

"Do you want to kill us?" A mini Dogday suddenly said to Catnap, coming fully into the room. The others gasped, and attempted to pull her back.

This one was strangely tall, with curious button eyes. Her ears were slightly matted, hanging down to cover a part of her face.

Catnap gave her a small smile, finding the little paws trying to reach the odd canine strangely amusing.

He shook his head, instead of a verbal response. This seemed to please the mini, her head turning to look at her weary companions.