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       All was quiet, all was dark, and every shadow seemed dangerous, hostile. Each moment passed like a lifetime, and River felt like her blood was simultaneously freezing and bursting into flames. The she-cat darted between the mesh containers used as prison cages, peaking inside quickly before moving on. As she moved down the rows, River felt a growing sense of foreboding.        Something feels wrong…this feels somehow too…easy.        The brown she-cat shook her head. That couldn’t be right. They had had a tough time getting past the stray patrols and cats they had encountered, and it had taken them the entire night just to get here....