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    A few days had passed since Capone had been put in here. It was bloody in here- and most of it was her own. They had been torturing her over the days. And it hurt. It really really hurt. Capone's thoughts were coming in pieces, through a hazy filter. There was nothing in her world but this pain. She could hardly stand. She wanted to go home, they were questioning her. She was hours away from kitting. How could Capone possibly have the strength to kit when she couldn't even move her paw? "Ssss-stop. I'll tell you..."


    Capone had tried, she really had. But this had been going for three days, and she could only take so much. Torture was everything she'd imagined it to be- but she hadn't given enough credit to how much it hurt. They were classless, but efficient. Capone hated them. But she was beyond pride now. She was in pain unparalleled. "What you want."

    Gravelstar stalked around Capone. "Good, afterwards you can have some more prey and cobwebs. I want to know how many prisoners you're holding in the Elite. I want to know which groups were involved in the most recent battle. I want to know where their territories are. I want to know where your territory is and the terrain. I want to know the names and descriptions of every high ranking cat in the Elite! Make that every high ranking cat in every one of your alliences!" Her den was gross, it smelled bloody, there was sticky red pawprints everywhere. She felt sorry for the apprentice who would have to clean this up. The questions were coming out fast, so Gravelstar paused, and began to repeat them slowly.

    Beewing
    [size=5pt]Furry body, shiny wings
    Be careful as sometimes she stings[/size]


    Wildfire
    [size=5pt]Fire can burn
    Fire can heal
    Fire can destroy
    Fire can create [/size]


    Wildfire stood erectly next to Capone, he sat gaurding with his eyes flicking between the cats in the room and the entrance. Beewing, whom was standing gaurd on the other side of Capone, she slipped out of the den to get the cobwebs and fresh-kill just after Gravelstar had mentioned it.


    "If I may say so, Gravelstar. I think it would be best if we let her rest, just for tonight... Since she is so close to her kitting, it would be best for the kittens.", he dipped his head to his leader respectfully.

    "The Sect Abraxasth a black tom, ToWS with Kallahan grey tom tabby tom, ToMS Elix-soar black serval blue eyes white paw big. " The punctuation was quite bad because she herself was confusing to understand. There was very little pausing for how much she was speaking. "Me leader, Don Brae good white with brown tabby patches. Patches smaller. Cen-Centherio Theo, cinna-nom tabbah. Neruka black Comets. Philidelphia Blackheart, cinna-girrrl. They sissies. I me-me-meann. Sisters. Scythe of Skullclan."


    With each place she pointed in the general direction of where she knew their territory was in relation to Windclan. Spirits help her. She wasn't a little leak- she was gushing. But so was her blood. And Capone didn't think she could take any more of this. She just wanted it to stop.


    "Only knew a few depu-shes. Wolfnight Quito for Comets. Pendulum ish black serval, Elixor's brudder. ToMs leaders big she-cat things... Big... Big... Players. Oooh. Oooh. Flurryfall comet He-shure."


    Capone was getting a lot of blood in her mouth, so she tipped up her chin and gurgled it for a moment. Then she spat it out, turning her head away from the leader. Ugh. She'd be more disgusted in her bending to even this small amount of respect, but she was in pain too much to care about it. The last question she really didn't like, it was the Elite's territory. The concept of lying was easier done when you weren't delirious from pain and bloodloss. Even if you lived in a constant state of hiding the truth. Delirium changed things.


    "Treey. I'd say around thirty. Trees, some plains. It big. It Mansion. Grounds. Trees. A month north. Ah.... Ahhh." Capone sneezed out some of the blood that had collected in her nose. "Nuno... Oooooh. Did you see the star? Yahaha. We caught a star- she in ToMs now. De-shoal-late-shtar. Round and pound. Catch a falling star. South, run a day, walk a two. Go towards the yew berries. We got lotsa dem dere."


    Yew bushes were quite decorative- humans had used them in the olden times just to decorate the house and such.

    ooc: Good cop/ bad cop :)
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    Gravelstar listened intently, focusing on deciphering her words and remembering every bit of information. It came out muddy and confusing. 'Sect... Abraxisth is a black tom. ToWS... Kallahan is a gray tabby tom... Elite... already know Capone... then Don Brae is a white and brown tabby tom...' She ran over all the information in her head, over and over and over, memorizing it obsessively. So many in the allience... it was staggering, and very very concerning.
    'Yew bushes... mansion... north... moon... Deshoallateshtar?... ...Desolatestar? They have Desolate?' She ran her mind over everything. The last part was confusing, sounding more like a riddle than anything else.
    She was quiet for a very long time before turning to acknowledge Wildfire. "Yes, I do think she's earned herself a break. Thank you for your cooperation, Capone." She was being carefully distant now that today's interrogation was through, lest the Clan call her violent and merciless again. 'I will not be compared to the likes of the Elite,' "Wildfire, would you mind fetching some new bedding for her?" Her nest was bloody.

    Killjoy had followed her mother...or rather was forced to follow her mother into the Windclan leader's den. She sat towards the back, her fluffy tail wrapped neatly around her paws. The blood from Blacktwist's claw on her neck had since dried over...and now was an irritating scab. But the silver tabby didn't pick at it. Instead she watched, her eyes inscrutable, as her mother was interrogated. It hurt, to see Capone like this. Killjoy saw her as one of the strongest, most intelligent cats in the world. But now she was being beaten, and forced to share information. But the she-cat forced herself not to look away. She still had no idea whether Windclan knew that the two were related...although their looks could probably settle that issue.

    SunFang padded into the place where they had been holding Capone, the leader of the anti clan group the Elite. Her group had led many attacks on his birth clan, and he bore nothing but hatred for the now battered she cat.
    The den itself was dark, as they had been holding her captive, trying to get her to talk about the cats that her group was holding captive.
    He bared his fangs at her when she spoke.

    "Ugggh." Capone rose her head an inch, then crashed back down. She couldn't move. The talking had taken a lot out of her- a lot she didn't have to spare. Her kits were going to come today. Capone wasn't sure she was going to be able to do it.

    SunFang walked over to Capone.
    "You're with kit are you not?" he meowed, dropping a mouse in front of her. Despite the fact that she had done many bad things, her kits weren't to blame for it.

    "Mmmm." Capone grunted, breathing in quickly. Prey. If she had had the energy she'd stuff the mouse right down that tom's throat. But she didn't have it, she felt dead on her feet.

    Duskpaw, who'd been sitting a short ways away from the torture, slowly rose to his feet. It had been viscerally satisfying to watch Capone brought low, but he had nothing against kits. It didn't seem fair to let them suffer, just because their mother was a brutal tyrant.


    He exited Gravelstar's den, his ears pinned back at the thought of helping Capone, but doing so anyway because of her kits. A moment later he had reappeared, a soaking ball of moss hanging fron from his jaws. Reluctant the apprentice may well have been, but he was fast once he'd set his mind to something, as he had now.


    Capone hadn't yet touched the mouse Sunfang had brought, though it didn't concern Duskpaw much. Dipping his head, he dropped the ball near her mouth. I wonder if she can even see me? he thought to himself. She looked quite dead to the world at the moment. And who could blame her? The Elite's leader was almost literally slipping in her own blood.


    Briefly, in case she hadn't seen or heard him, he grunted, "There's water if you want it."

    Daredevil, too, had been shoved into this den here with his now blind mother. He really had little memory of how on earth they'd been captured, he seemed to have sort of blanked out. All he knew was, he was stuck here in a den surrounded by his mother's blood and a bunch of stupid WindClan kitties. How humiliating...he thought with a sigh. Seeing Capone like this really bugged him. Was this the same she-cat he'd always been terrified of? The one who he could hardly believe gave birth to him? She seemed so...helpless. His pale, cream-colored tail flicked in the darkness as he huddled in a corner, watching the cats around him. He almost felt grateful towards the two who'd just come in, giving his mother food and water. At least they weren't going to starve her to death or anything.

    Beewing
    [size=5pt]Furry body, shiny wings
    Be careful as sometimes she stings[/size]


    Wildfire
    [size=5pt]Fire can burn
    Fire can heal
    Fire can destroy
    Fire can create [/size]


    Beewing trotted into the room with cobwebs on her front paw and a rabbit in her jaws, one for Capone's two kittens. She dropped the mice between the two of them and then hobbled over to Capone, where she started to work on her many wounds.


    As she stepped over to Capone, Wildfire slipped out to get the new moss, Poor, Capone... he thought silently. "Please get some more cobwebs while you're out there." Wildfire jumped at Beewing's sudden words, but turned to nod and brushed out for the moss and cobwebs.

    Capone managed to slide her chin a few inches to lap at the water. This was bad... Her mind trailed off, too much in pain to really truly focus on thinking. Kits. Could she deliver like this? She'd have to. Owch.

    "... Alright, when her nest is changed let's give her some privacy for a while..." Gravelstar meowed. She didn't know when Capone was going to kit, but the WindClan leader at least had the decency to leave her alone for it.

    Capone grunted, the labor pangs starting to set in. "MmmmMmrr." Kits. Coming now. This wasn't going to be pretty.

    Duskpaw nodded to his leader's order and turned to leave Gravelstar's den, his tail twitching in uncertainty and a wavering, confused vindictiveness. The apprentice, just before he left, turned to look one more time at Capone, at the brutal leader of the Elite.


    All he saw was a blood soaked she-cat, pathetically lapping up a bit of water, her belly swollen with kits. Duskpaw's pelt bristled, and he fled the sight.

    Beewing
    [size=5pt]Furry body, shiny wings
    Be careful as sometimes she stings[/size]


    Wildfire
    [size=5pt]Fire can burn
    Fire can heal
    Fire can destroy
    Fire can create [/size]


    Wildfire stepped back into the den with a wad of moss just after Gravelstar spoke up. "I think that she should have Zinniawisp help her with her kitting. And would you like me and Beewing to stand gaurd outside?", he prompted trying to grab Capone by the scruff to drag her out of her nest, and replace it.

    Killjoy could barely stand to watch her mother in so much pain...especially when she was about to kit. Sighing, the pretty tabby padded a few steps closer, where she drew her tail lightly along Capone's flank. "Do you need anything, Ma?" she asked her, completely concerned.

    Gravelstar turned back to Capone's kits. Maybe she should make these two leave as well... "You two, come with me," she meowed, "we'll go get herbs and Zinniawisp. You can come to see with your own eyes that we won't use poison on Capone."

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