Utterly Mad

She ran through the tunnels beneath Kings court, familiar with the layout because of all her time spent in the center back home. The two buildings were built to government specification, and were mostly the same. The door she was looking for wasn't the same though. Instead of a simple light steel door, what she found and hardly noticed even as she hit it, was that it was a heavier kind of portal covered in warning signs. She hit it hard enough to joggle her brains and there came a sharp snap from somewhere in the frame as the old, poorly made lock gave way at her rush.

Where the sewer access was back home, she was shocked to find only a brick wall. Panic did not so much creep into her, as much as it leapt on her like an over eager lover. Her pursuers were somewhere behind her and Catnip had no time to panic. Panic was counter productive. First thing was first, close the door. Maybe if it was shut, they'd assume she'd gone through a different one. With that done, and the door held shut with a pipe (it didn't occur to her to use it as a weapon) she looked to the bricked up passage with an eye used to construction and fabrication. The bricks were just bricks, pre-cataclysm stuff. The mortar on the other hand... It was grainy, weak. Too much filler and not enough of the stuff that made mortar bind. A simple push wasn't quiet enough for her purposes so she took up the pipe. After checking the hallway to see if anyone was coming, she gave the bricks four hard strikes, resounding through the halls like the tolling of an ugly and poorly made bell. The first blow only cracked mortar while the rest pushed aside and finally broke through. The hole thus opened was small, too small for a normal human. Catnip though was not normal. She stuck her head in and when her whiskers didn't encounter an obstacle, she pushed herself all the way through. First the arms, then the ribs. The feeling of her ribs compressing to fit through such a small space was unpleasant, but not painful. They were designed for just this purpose. There was a frightening moment when, like her sister, her hips caught on the edges of the hole. Her ribs could temporarily collapse like those of a normal rat, but her hips would do no such thing. She twisted and turned, trying to find any angle she could.

What finally turned the trick, was the feeling of someone grabbing her tail. Catnip screamed and kicked out, striking someone in the gut with both feet before planting them and pushing with all her might. As she painfully pushed through, she felt someone stomp weakly on the middle of her tail. She screamed again, more in pain that fear, and grabbed for her tail to pull it through. Her foot slipped through someones grip and then, she was out of their reach and into the deeper dark beneath Pricetown.