SWEAT DRIPPIN DOWN YOUR CHEST [open, torture]

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    This would be fun. The graceful yet muscular she-cat carried an apprentice nearly her own size and way older, all the way into camp, dumping the unconscious bundle to the ground. She aimed to send a hard kick to the other apprentice, hoping to cause enough pain that ephemeralpaw would wake up.

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    Ephemeralpaw woke with a start, her heterochromatic eyes widening with pain, she hissed as the kick connected with her hindleg. [b]"Fuck."     She muttered, clenching her teeth.


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    Thornpaw felt the familiar anger in his body. Heterochromic eyes trained on the prisoner and his sister, the white tom stepped towards the scene with a look less than pleased of the situation. "..What do you have here, Lip?" He said, his voice neutral even though a part of him was upset. "This one doesn't look like someone who wishes to join the Clan."