The dog pack -PAFP-

"Well, you're stuck here now" he shrugged lightly, slowly standing and shaking himself off.

Moon looked back once more, wondering if she should abide. Soon shuffling lightly over to where he was. He was definitely an odd sight. She had never seen a dog with such a small frame. Tail curling around herself as her ears flattened lightly. "What if I didn't want to come here in the first place?" She mumbled softly.

"You do realize that I wont do anything, yet atleast, I'm too weak right now" He told her, his ears flicking in her direction while his head was turned a different way, his gaze not even on her, "Come here, you don't need to stay over there" he barked.

The feline flattened herself against the ground. Deciding to not go further. Not wanting to come across this canine. Who would probably grab ahold of her and do soemthing. Wether it be breeding, or using her as a Chew toy. She frowned as the other had caught her scent. Knowing that she would definitely be found, and was dreading that moment.

In the largest part of the "cave", a pure white dog lay looking around, he was a bit larger than the cat and he was extremely thin. Bongo, a miniature pinscher, had albinism and was completely blind, "I smell a cat..." He said quietly, "One in heat" His ears twitched.

The cat let off a soft noise once she was shoved into a hole. Ears flattening as she heard the voice from deep within the hole. Not answering as she soon moved deeper. Tail curling around her cautiously. Looking back, seeing the dogs guarding the hole. Knowing well she couldn't go back. Adventuring deeper.

"Get inside" A dog snarled and shoved her down into a hole, leading toward a space big enough for the dane, "Who's there?" Came a voice deeper inside the hole, the larger dogs blocked the entrance so the cat would have to go farther inside.

Moon was pleased she wouldn't have a Great Dane on her. But was worried about the small dogs. Especially the one that they call Bingo. Squirming as she hissed angrily. Trying to pull away and make a run for it. But knew well that wasn't going to work. She blinked as she noticed small dogs running around. Ones about the size of her and slightly bigger. Even some small ones. Which wasn't fun.

The large dog, a great dane, raised his brow and watched the cat, "Too small for me you idiots, and a cat? Seriously?" The large dog snarled, hackles raising, "Take the cat to Bongo, he has more use for her than I would" The dane huffed angrily and walked back to his "throne". The dogs gave huffs and started dragging the cat off toward another part of the junk yard, where smaller dogs ran around.

Moon, a small silver colored she-cat. Had found herself wandering along a old, dull railroad track. She was far away from home, and knew why she ran. Her owners had tried to breed her with someone she had despised. The Tom had seemed fond of it, trying to mount and breed the living daylights out of her. But she escaped and ran off into the unknown. And now she found herself here, wandering this never ending trail of railroad tracks. She flicked her ears up as soon as she heard barking. Making her look back and bristle up in fright. Seeing a few dogs bound over and pounce on her. Making her squeal in panic. She was knocked out and awoke in a large dump. Quivering and found herself tied to a pole, wondering why she was there. And noticed the dogs, who were all looking at her with hunger. And she shied away. But knew she couldn't get away, since she was chained up to the pole beside her. And Moon noticed a large dog jump down and make their way to her, and she mewled helplessly.