The feline slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry, but slowly the dark, damp view of the cell came into focus. She made out somebody entering through the doorway, their form sillouetted against the light that filtered into the thick, dusty air of her prison.
Seperot approached her and knelt down quietly. He showed her his paw; two crystals, his own, shone brightly.
\"Moogie, I was able to get out of here and find these. But... your pendant...\" He hesitated for a second, as if fighting something. \"I... have that too. Right here,\" He said, reaching into his pocket and revealing the necklace. Moogie peered at him, slightly puzzled with his apparent reluctancy to hand it over to her, but she took the crystal and attatched it around her neck without a word.
\"My head really hurts...\" She complained quietly. Seperot took her hand.
\"Don\'t worry Moogs. I\'ll get you out of here faster than you can say \'Holy Yliakum\'!\" And with that, he pulled her up and moved to the doorway. Seperot poked his head outside cautiously. Down the hall, he could still hear the echoes of people speaking in the room where he found the crystals. It was good to hear that nobody had noticed their absence, but that would not last much longer.
The feline rogue lead Moogie through a maze of corridors, avoiding patrols by hiding in shadows and waiting for the guards to pass them. Seperot counted himself lucky to be the species he was. His keen ears allowed him to detect the footfalls of guards before they could be sighted, and his highly sensitive nose lead the way to the smell of fresh air in the outside world.
Moogie stopped suddenly as they were nearing the exit. She held her head and grimaced, pain flooding her senses.
\"Ugh...\" She groaned. Seperot turned in alarm and approached her.
\"Come on Moogie! We\'re almost out... don\'t give up now!\" He encouraged. The girl leant against the wall to steady herself and forced her eyes open. She looked at him, nodding slowly, and he took her hand once again. \"That\'s it... not far to go now. Then we can look at that head of yours, hmm?\"
The two escapees managed to exit the building unseen. They fled deep into the surrounding forests, their aim to get as far away from the cultist\'s hideout as they could before nightfall. The sky was beginning to get dark; the songs of birds high up in the trees became quieter and crickets began to chirp in the undergrowth. Seperot gathered fallen tree branches as he moved through the dense carpet of leaves, and eventually they found a clearing, a perfect place to set up a fire and rest for the night.
As the night drew on, the two felines curled up next to the fire. They tended to eachother\'s wounds and talked about their situation. Neither of the Rangers knew what to do next. Events seemed to be dragging them along for a ride; The origins of the cult remained a mystery, yet they seemed to have eyes everywhere. Strange people seemed to stalk them from the shadows, such as Tycho, Seperot\'s mysterious visitor in the cultist prison.
After a long deliberation about their situation, Moogie and Seperot went to sleep.
Damn... what a long, boring chapter. I\'ve decided to stop writing and just ask Seperot to steer an event in a particular direction (there\'s nothing like getting someone else to do your work, hehe. 
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