Ishama

My name is Ishama.. if you're here for a story.. I'm sorry to disappoint, but I don't remember much of my past. From what I do remember though, I woke up in a small, cold cave, my claws clicking on it's smooth surface while I paced it from wall to wall. I could hear laughter and voices from those twolegs who rested outside of my 'cave'. They would come by, open the drape that was shielding me from the sunlight, and toss in scraps of meat.. but that's all I got. It was like this for days now.. I was beginning to crave the warmth, to see the birds, and feel the soft ground only a few leaps in front me! I began to chew and claw at the cold gapping walls that held me prisoner, I even slammed my body against it a few time..! But it never budged. The twolegs only yelled at me, hitting the roof with a thick stick or sometimes even me. 

A moon must of gone by by now.. I've grown use to this pointless routine of theirs.. but, something about today seemed different. The twolegs who approached him smelt different and that scared him. Backing into a corner, I felt my fur bristle, I kept my head low while I growled. I wanted to look big and dangerous, but they looked unfazed by me. I knew I looked thin, but I was still fearful.. right?

. They said something about 'relocate' and 'iron fist'..?