I stared at the two glowing orbs in front of me. The shadows hid the rest of this cat’s body, and I probably looked the same – a pair of eyes looking out from the darkness. We stood there a long time, blue locked with amber, until I blinked. He disappeared, and so did the dream. A rough paw prodded at my skinny grey side. I wondered who it was, as prisoners were not allowed to speak and guards certainly did not want to talk to a ‘dirty-blood’. To them were specks of dirt that they could kick around because our blood wasn’t ‘pure’. Though nowadays most were either half-blood or less.