Take this gift I bring ;; open, capture

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    ★ ★ ★ This meant another power and it helped get Lit what she wanted. If they would not come for Pip, they would for It. The demon could be seen with a dire wolf pup dangling in her jaws. Once in the center of the camp, she would set the thing down and look about. Would anyone show? She wouldn't hurt the kid, no. He was only two moons old and this clan frowned on that. But, she would keep him captive.


    //what power should she gain x3 idk what one to pick lol


    "Speech."

    YOU SEALED YOUR DEMISE

    ★ ★ ★ The two moon old would growl as he was set down. He wanted to play with his chewy, not be toted to some new clan. The pup was less than amused right now. Tail up behnd him as he stood. Ears back.


    "Speech."

    YOU KNOW, THAT YOU ARE WORTHLESS


    ARIZONA;;



    Arizona was nervous to see the two month pup was the one to be captured by her clan mate. But as long as they weren’t hurt she wouldn’t speak up about it. Pondering on whether or not Littlestar approved of this short of thing. The polar bear had no issue with taking others captive, since her uncle had done it plenty of times. Even tortured someone in front of her, of course she was hiding and he didn’t find out till later. Capturing was just a part of clan life when they were fighting. Were they at some kind of war she didn’t know about it? Or maybe a clan had been annoying in the past month. Arizona didn’t know, but she was sure she would find out later.

    Still, it made her uncomfortable to see that it had been a child that was taken. Back when she was a cub she had been kidnapped by her own father and held in the exiles. Maybe she should say something, unsure if it would really make a difference. “Really? A kid?” her eyes flickered off the kid and onto the Hawkclanner.

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    valor couldn't help but cringe a little as he saw the exile pup plopped down in the center of camp. the hellhound only approached out of concern, ears pinned down as he looked between it and hestia. "i think you should bring him back, hestia. unless you think they care enough for a ransom; this kid doesn't belong here." captures were traumatizing experiences, being dragged from ones home and forced into another was terrible. even if he was from the exiles, he didn't deserve that sort of treatment so young.


    8.23.17.

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    Mercy had to agree with everyone else; while she had been growing numb to captures and the like as time went on, stealing children was crossing a line. "I agree. This isn't right." Her brow was furrowed as her hazel gaze dropped down to the pup. As much as she pitied him for having been born to such a vile place, this could only bring about trouble.


    The boy was lucky that he hadn't been kidnapped by an anti-clan, she mused. She doubted they would show as much mercy as HawkClan, even if they were dealing with a child.


    This rubbed him the wrong way very hard. He knew this kid, he'd been around this kid. He was much to small to be away from the family that he knew. It made his muzzle curl, the hunger rumbling in his stomach as he limped his way forward. He felt ill ever since he'd been hurt but he was being taken care of by the medic here. Lessa was kind to him and she treated his wounds rather gently. It was something he needed to thank her for but currently he was livid and pissed off that Hestia would take little Isaac from his home at all. "If you don't take him back I'll do it myself." His voice was a low growl and the sad thing was that regardless of if they would take him back or not the Exiles were going to attack them. They would do it just because they could with no regrets. "The Exiles are going to attack us for this. Even if we do bring him back so we better prepare."

    ★ ★ ★ "Relax. He won't be hurt and they do care enough for a ransom. This is the only youth in the clan that is under apprentice aged, I belive. He is high ranking and Alciblades and Zedihka, or what ever their names are, are super close with this one. They will come for him. And if you think he is helpless, try touching him. He burnt my mouth pretty nicely." She mused with a flick of her tail. After all, the point was to get the exiles to come to her and Littlestar. This would do nicely. Selo would fly down and land on her shoulder. Offering a cry that made her ears perk. "Seems they are already taking notice of him being gone."


    "Speech."

    YOU SEALED YOUR DEMISE

    Littlestar had burned people alive, had bitten people till blood was drawn, had done things she thought about to this day. But she drew the line at harming innocents (even though she had.. harmed innocents before). She drew the line at harming kids, pups, kittens. Littlestar felt especially regretful when she remembered torturing a kitten her own age when she'd been a kitten too, back in the Exiles. She remembered how every other clanner hated her because of the clan she'd belonged to; the Exiles. Hence why she saw Hestia, the pup, and her golden eyes narrowed. At first the tabby assumed that Hestia was going to torture the little pup and she was going to demand that Hestia leave him alone when she heard Hestia explain her reasonings behind this capture. Her dark gaze flickered down to the two moon old. In him she saw herself, a young vulnerable child from the Exiles used only as a pawn in other peoples games. But.. if he belonged in Hawkclan, none of that would happen.


    Now she didn't want to hurt the pup. But sending him back to the Exiles, that would do more damage then staying in Hawkclan ever would. "It's better for a kid to grow up in Hawkclan then the Exiles, remember." The Monarch mused aloud, standing before the little Exiler pup and Hestia. When Merlot spoke, she turned her eyes to him and nodded. "I know, that's what we want. We've been trying to lure them all here so we can slaughter them one by one." She was aware how blood thirsty this sounded especially considering Merlot had been an Exiler only a week ago. "The ones that won't kneel, at least."

    His ears pulled back at Littlestar's words. She couldn't honestly be serious right? He took a stumbling step back as he looked at his sister before he shook his head a little bit. "You can't be serious. Some of them are my friends." His voice was strained and he turned his head away from the scene. It was foolish to think that some of them would even kneel. Kneel to the world that had decided to reject them and now that they were free to do as they pleased rules still wanted to control them. It was highly unlikely. The adolescent felt a darker mood pull at him. He'd left the exiles to get away from bloodshed, to stop himself from becoming the monster he was slowly afraid of changing into and fighting whatever this was that was happening to him. And even leaving the Exiles was not going to help him. He lifted his head up and stared at the Hawkclanners before his odd colored eyes looked down to Littlestar. "It's not right. It's not right and you know it." With that he turned and walked away, hobbling with pain gracing his pawsteps.

    "what- no. no he might have family there." the exiles was the lowliest of all places. where they condoned just about anything under the sun, where they housed those that didn't deserve the air they breathed for what they had done. valor was still stuck between his morality and hound instincts, though. he knew it was morally right to raise the pup here, that he would have a better life. perhaps a better person along with it and do great things. but he knew what it was like to be ripped away from loved ones and friends, even if they weren't seen as great from the outside. valor took a step back, his expression falling to a frown.


    "after the fight, or whatever you plan on, he needs to go back. let him find his own path like you did, learn from those mistakes. someone misses him though and that's not... that's not fair."


    8.23.17.

    ★ ★ ★ The female would let Lit handle this. She had nothing else to say. Her eyes drifting down to the pup and tail tip twitching. He was a monster already. It was to late to save him. But they would come and they would fall.


    "Speech."

    YOU SEALED YOUR DEMISE

    ★ ★ ★ "I'm not a kid!" He growled back. Fur on end and eyes narrowed. Fire flicking about his paws. He was not amused by this. He would turn to eye the gathered and folded his ears back. They spoke about him. He heard them and they knew it. "I am still here!" He argued with a huff.


    "Speech."

    YOU KNOW, THAT YOU ARE WORTHLESS

    "You can't be serious. Some of them are my friends." Sometimes she forgot that her brother didn't really know who she was. Sometimes she forgot who she was. She had accepted that.. that side of her about a month ago which in turn had granted her the raptor claws she wore now. But she failed to remember that others did not know about the 'side'. People wouldn't accept it. And besides.. just because she had the side didn't mean she couldn't spend days trying to improve it right? Littlestar tried to think morally on this, turning her dark gold gaze to Merlot as he looked away. True empathy flooded her, thinking back to the days where she had friends and family inside the Exiles after she left. People she would never want hurt. "If they choose to engage in this war, then they're condemning themsel-" "It's not right. It's not right and you know it." The bitter truth filled her and perplexed her. She knew it wasn't right.. but sometimes she couldn't help but think that was what some of them deserved. The bad ones, at least. The ones that sadistically grinned whilst digging their claws into a helpless kitten, the ones that bathed in blood and glorified torture and war and everything else. But she was hurting her brother. She couldn't do that, especially not when she'd just gotten him here. I'll talk to him later.


    Littlestar then looked at Valor as he offered his own words. Like Merlot, he was against the idea of keeping the kid here. Her ears twitched and she expressed a little confusion, ears tilted back. "His path will be violence all his life if he doesn't stay here. I know it's not fair but we have to try and help him in some way, right? He's still young, he can still change like I did. We just have to help him along the way." Her gaze then moves towards It as he speaks. Her face lowers and she knows he's gonna oppose it but she hopes he might become more appealed to the idea after saying here for a couple of weeks. "I know, little guy." Littlestar snorts, sitting down. "You're going to live here now. It'll be a free life, a better life. You might not see it as that right now but it'll get better, I promise." She expects retorts, spit, resentment. She knows this because she can only think of how she would've reacted had she been captured and taken to a different clan back in the Exiles. But if she'd been shown a better life, then her little mind would've been swayed and she would've gotten to that better life before the things had happened. Tenderly, her paw brushed against her crooked jaw, deep in thought.