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    — It had been several hours since Lambstar had been dragged from the border of Bloodclan and tossed into the place where they had chosen to leave her. The door was cracked open, but the Thunderclan leader dared not leave the confines of the room that smelled of blood and mildew, her shivering form curled in the corner furthest away from the entryway. Hazel eyes stayed glued to the cracked door, fleeing into the shadows of the leader's room whenever the form of a cat waltzed by the room. She didn't want them to see her like this, all wide-eyed and scared of every single thing that moved and creaked in the Bloodhouse.


    Lambstar had already done a fair share of crying, but she dared not to speak or even so much as breathe in the presence of a Bloodclanner. She was currently holed up in the corner farthest away from the entrance, tail laying across her belly to try and somehow hide the baby weight that she was steadily gaining. The curly fur under her chocolatey colored eyes was dripping with the remnants of tears as she tried to hide her face away under the fur around her neck, trying desperately to shut out the rest of the world so that she could focus on what she could do when she got home...if she ever went home.


    Lambstar didn't trust any of the cats here, she didn't know if they would even keep up their side of the deal. She didn't know if they would let her go home or if they had said that just to mess with her head; they could be planning to gut her like a fish and toss her and her unborn children into the river to float into forest, only to be found water-logged and swollen several miles away. She just...she just wanted Slatepaw, she just wanted to go home.

       

    Exhaustion painted across the placid beast's face as he turned the creaky wood corner. Heavy feet coming down unto the rotten flooring without mercy, his saunter slowing further until he stood staring at the pregnant Thunderclan leader in the corner. Cerulean depths of cursed hues rested so momentarily for he turned his gaze toward the balcony. His place. Scapula swiveled benesth his pelt as he crossed the room but he paused again, tilting his head toward the tormented feline.


    Stress disrupts pregnancy. Caledon of all cats knew that. "Relax." He forced the wind through his windpipe, scratchy from lack of use was his tone. Afterall, he had only lost his son a few days ago. An unmistakable darkness hung so blatantly over his shoulders. "My mate miscarried, you have to relax. Stress is poisonous" he added with a lash of his tail. A shadow falling over his face as he crawled over to his and waspwing's personal prey pile.


    Latching onto the tail of a large rat, he pulled it from the pile with a violent tug. The aroma was fresh and sweet, well, to him. To a forest clanner there was no telling the smells that plagued her senses. Retracing his steps he dropped the rat at the molly's paws.

    CAL'S BRIEF TAGS

    ThunderClan? The scent of a forest clan drew Quinn forward with curiosity. She'd never been fond of RiverClan's neighbors, always finding them stuck-up and rude. It made her feel a bit better witnessing one of them in captivity. Getting a better look, she was more surprised to find the new leader Lambstar there. However, it seemed the molly had gotten herself pregnant, meaning no harm would come to her. Lucky cat, thought the white feline to herself, tail flicking behind her. Approaching Caledon, Quinn mused aloud, "So, what are we doing with her if she's pregnant? Just holding her for kicks?" She supposed she didn't really understand the purpose of just holding a cat, but it would be simple enough to explain to her the power of holding a cat in a position like Lambstar.

    Did Vihaan feel bad for Lambstar? Very. She was being held here, and not to mention she was pregnant? Man, he hoped her kids were going to be okay. He wasn't sure quite who he would be blaming if something went wrong there.


    He nodded at Caledon's words. Everyone got stressed, and he couldn't even imagine how ThunderClan's leader must be feeling. Honestly, he wished they would just let her go. But he also knew that wasn't happening, which kinda seemed dumb to him. He briefly unsheathed his claws, feeling a little frustrated about it all, but calmed himself down quickly. None of this was the tabby's decision to make, anyway, and he just had to hope Lambstar would be okay and all, and that her kits would be safe, too.


    What Quinn had said was also a good point. He didn't really understand why Lambstar was being kept here, nor did he expect to understand. She was pregnant, no one was harming her, and yet Vihaan knew that there was no way she was being let go.


    "Must be a reason," he told Quinn, sounding incredibly bored. "Though it could just be along those lines." His long tail swept the ground as he talked. This was all just silly and a waste of time to him, anyway.

    — The thuds of the Bloodclan leader made Lambstar stiffen as he entered the room, her fur standing on end as she tried to push herself further into the corner, trying to melt into the shadows so that she didn't have to be seen like this. Relax? The leader's ears flattened against her head and her hazel eyes blazed with hatred, lips too weak to be pulled back but the anger obvious on her soft features. "Relax? Relax? If you wanted to avoid stressing me out, you would let me go home!" She snapped furiously, tail curling closer to her belly as she laid back down stiffly, her gaze turning from Caledon to Quinn and Vihaan who had joined Caledon a few seconds after the alabaster tom had come into the room.


    They were talking to each other, but Lamb couldn't hear their voices over her anger and the raging beat of her heart roaring in her ears. She was forced to her paws by something akin to rage, though Lambstar couldn't even speak as her tongue was within the confines of her fangs as her shaky attention shifted from Cal to the rat at her paws. Lambstar stared in shock that quickly transformed back into feisty frustration, the Thunderclan leader swatting at the rat angrily, sending the limp rat barreling across the room and at the paws of the two other Bloodclanners.


    "I'm not eating your stupid rats." The voice of the leader was strained as tears started to well up in her eyes once again. Damn it, damn it. Lambstar aimed to swipe at Caledon's exposed gum, but more of a way to get him away from her instead of actually hurting him. Claws were sheathed and there would be no damage to the leader, he could easily sidestep the attempted blow. "Get away from me! Take your friends gawking at me and go! I'm not some toy to mess with, i'm sure you have enough of them to play with already!"

       

    ‘Ooh feisty feisty!’ The kit cried out, bouncing over in delight. ‘Whatsa matta? Ya don’t like rats?!?’ He squeaked in cute little puffs of rage, as he bushes his pelt up.

    You can't fool your body

    You can only fool your mind

    Minnow ★ BloodClan ★ Member ★ 7 moons ★ female

    Minnow had seen Caledon padding towards a room, the one that sometimes held prisoners. The scent coming from it sent Minnow's stomach seizing, she was sure the room wasn't empty right now. BloodClan had a prisoner. The turkish van hated, hated to find prisoners in BloodClan, all she wanted to do was help them when she came across them. Because of that it was probably better that she stayed away from them, but Minnow didn't want to leave the frightened cat alone with some of her clan mates. That had to be terrifying. She crept into the room after her leader, eyeing the ragged she cat inside. Her scent was ThunderClan, which bothered Minnow even more as that reminded her of poor Duckpaw. The she cat suddenly lashed out, clearly out of fear, and Minnow watched with wide, sympathetic eyes. She felt so, so bad for the she cat, it was likely she hadn't done anything to end up here either. The molly didn't know what to say, there were too many of her clan mates here who didn't think like her. Minnow ended up taking a silent few steps forwards, trying to look as unlike a threat as possible so as not to scare the she cat any further. Of course, she was barley seven moons, and looked five, so she probably wasn't scary at all anyway.

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    C A L E D O N

    the room was that of subtle comments, Quinn appeared, a question passing from her lips in unison with the appearance of Vihaan. Who smoothly agreed as she finished, tattered auditors twitched in acknowledgement before he drew in a breath. For kicks? amusement was long gone, Caledon had buried two of his children before they had even reached adulthood. Dark oceanic hues cast themselves unto Quinn, staring for a moment. “This is Thunderclan’s leader.” he began, his sonorous voice laced with iniquitous wisdom. The strings to their marionette. “Riverclan is beyond getting on my nerves, and now with Doestar dead. They are as weak as ever.” he added, glancing at Lambstar, who had shifted further into the corner, fear, blatant in her eyes. “Thunderclan is to bend to my will until this deed is done” he narrowed his eyes, the tactician looking between his two subjects before shifting his attention to Lambstar.


    An alabaster bolt of lighting shot forward, sending the rat corpse across the room. Icy daggers followed the body, a voice heated by the hellish depths of fury met his tattered ears, though he remained placid. The curly-furred queen continued, and his brow cocked upward as a paw came for his muzzle. He remained stationary, letting her unsheathed paw hit his exposed jaws. The feeling would be of slick bony blades coated with saliva. Eerily slow, his gaze crept over to the corners of the pits that were his eyes, meeting with Lambstar as she continued to shout. A simple snigger escaped his tightly-clenched jaws. He had successfully resisted the urge to catch her paw between his pearly blades and crunch down to bones and fillet tendons. It was hard, considering how weird he was about cats touching his face. He only let Waspwing touch his face, but even then, the sensitivity was maddening.


    Caledon twisted around and sauntered over to the rat she had thrown. Once again, grabbing it between his teeth. As he approached, he once again, dropped it at her paws before slamming his paw down on the skull and making the wood ‘CRACK’ loud in protest like thunder. Brain and blood smeared against the mahogany surface. “the brain is most nutritional, try and stomach it, it’s healthy” he spoke as if she hadn’t as if he had ignored her. Though it was a true test in his patience. “You and I both know, that isn’t going to happen. You aren’t going home until my deed is done” he added, pulling his brows together as he spoke. ‘I’m sure you have enough of them to play with already!’ the words rang in his head. “enough, is a relative term.” honey tone dipped in potent venom, he lowered his rump to the floor before her, blatantly displaying his intentions to stay. “stubborn girl, I’ll stay right here until you eat” he added, lowering his head so that the were eye-to eye.


    //jade you ninja hahaha

    CAL'S BRIEF TAGS

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    ———— SHEOGORATH ————

    WHEN THE DEVIL IS TOO BUSY THEY CALL ON ME BY NAME YOU SEE.


    The sound of recognizable voices filtered into ruined, tattered ears, war-flags upon a lacerated skull. A wicked grin spread the monster's brutalized maw as he sauntered down the hall upon large, broad paws, reinforced weaponry clicking against the wood. Then he was there, at the doorway, peering into the interior with blistering optics that raked across the figures of each individual located within. He was just in time to watch his leader crush the brains from a rat carcass, smearing crimson matter across the scratched wood. A dark, deep chuckle rumbled past a cavernous chest to bubble across a barbed tongue and spill from scarred jaws. Sheogorath made his cold presence known in one chilling instant, his hulking figure slithering like a devil into the interior with teeth glinting in the display of a wolfish grin. "My my, it's a party in here, isn't it? Do I need a formal invitation to join in?" The Healer, former tyrant and king, inquired with amusement etching his tone.


    Caledon's words made sense. ThunderClan truly was weak, so it would be easy to bend them to their will by controlling their pregnant leader. She definitely didn't have a problem with that. On the contrary, hearing there would be a raid on RiverClan filled her with an ounce of unease. They had once been her family, her allies. Where was that loyalty she'd once had? Pathetic of her, really. Maybe she really was as slimy as a frog like her former Clanmates said. Shaking her head, she lashed her tail, eyeing Lambstar carelessly. Quinn didn't truthfully have an opinion on what happened to her, so she nodded to her leader before departing, figuring there was no further reason to be here.

    — Lambstar was stubbornly silent as she watched with hard hazel eyes as the alabaster king retrieved the rat and proceeded to squash its skull in half, brains leakng across the floor towards the curly-furred molly’s paws. Stepping back, she let out a hiss of disgust as her back found the corner that she was so familiar with. This corner was most likely going to be her refuge from the duration of the stay, Lambstar curling into it for safety and swatting vehemently at anybody who drew too near. Her eyes flickered to Minnow for a split second, maw turned down in a spiteful frown as she glared at the kit. She was in no mood to be looked at like that; Minnow was looking at her like Slatepaw did when she was sad and she...she couldn’t deal with that right now.


    “You’ll be here all night then, I’m not eating your prey, no matter what you say or how much you threaten me.” She hissed angrily, backing up into her corner and lowered herself stiffly into a laying down position, tail still wrapped tightly around her stomach. The voice of Sheogorath echoed hauntingly through the room, sending fearful shivers down her spine and causing her fur to stand on end.


    “Get out!” Lambstar nearly howled in rage, her claws sinking into the rotting wood under her delicate paws. Her sides were heaving with the emotions pulling through her, lips curled back in a disgusting snarl and her ears as flat as thy would lay against her head. She wanted them all out, hot fiery tears springing up in hateful hazel eyes as she glared at each of the Bloodclanners.

       



    You can't fool your body

    You can only fool your mind

    Minnow ★ BloodClan ★ Member ★ 7 moons ★ female

    Minnow was horrified to hear that the she cat was ThunderClan's leader, and how Caledon planned to use her against her own clan. Use her to raid RiverClan. She wanted to ask why, why they were even planning to raid RiverClan when they'd never done a thing to them in Minnow's memory. She didn't even know what a RiverClanner smelled like, unless you counted Quinn. But she couldn't ask questions like that. Caledon didn't react much to being swatted at, only fetched the rat and... Crushed it's skull against the ground, forcing Minnow to look away again. It was just prey, but the blood and, mess, were too much for the girl to look at. Caledon insisted he was going to stay until she ate the rat, and then Sheogorath showed up. So far, Minnow feared the maine coon more than any other cat in BloodClan, why did he have to be here too? Lambstar looked almost out of her mind with terror, and Minnow again wished everyone would leave her alone. She glanced at Quinn, looking for a reaction to raiding RiverClan, her home, but if there was one Minnow couldn't see, for Quinn left moments later.


    Lambstar was glaring at all of them, and Minnow's olive green eyes stared back down at the floorboards, the ones free of rat insides. She figured the ThunderClan leader hated her too, no matter her intentions. She glanced at Caledon when Lambstar refused again, then shrieked at them all to leave. "Caledon.. Maybe I could get her to eat?" It was likely clear why Minnow thought that, she was the least intimidating out of any of them, and probably much kinder when it came down to it. Perhaps if she were the only one left, Lambstar would calm down. The caramel molly remembered how the ThunderClan leader had glared at her though, so maybe not. Besides, what do I know about eating? Really, the fact that she was trying to help someone else eat was hypocritical. But I should try, right? If all else failed, Minnow supposed she'd leave LambStar, unwillingly, to herself.

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    Caledon's words made a lot of sense, though Vihaan still couldn't help but feel sympathy for ThunderClan's leader. He could tell she was terrified, with the way she lashed out. The tabby imagined himself in her position - yeah, he'd be scared too, but maybe at least trying to act calm. Then again, it was difficult to imagine being in a position like this. Poor Lambstar.


    He could tell that Minnow was sympathetic too, and he moved a little closer to her, hoping that his expression wasn't too intimidating, though he had a feeling it was. Vihaan pretty much was always frowning, and he didn't really know how to control that, nor did he especially want to. It was just normal for him, and it wasn't even that he was especially sad. It was just his face. But Lambstar didn't know that, and probably just saw him as another aggressive BloodClanner, which was completely untrue. Grumpy? Yes. But aggressive? Only once in a while.


    When Sheo entered, it was like the air seemed to change. Vihaan's brother truly was intimidating - there was just something menacing about him. Sometimes, he even scared Vihaan a bit, and maybe he'd only appear more scary if they weren't kin. Lambstar had certainly managed to get herself quite an audience, though of course, this didn't surprise Vihaan. She was a prisoner, and no ordinary prisoner - ThunderClan's leader. Vihaan didn't like the idea of leaders being more important than anyone else, but he also couldn't deny that they were certainly regarded as... well, worth more.


    Lambstar didn't seem to want to eat, and honestly, Vihaan found that to be a stupid idea. The rat didn't seem to be poisoned or anything, so she was just pushing away a meal she needed to feed herself and her unborn kits.


    "Just eat it," he snapped, starting to lose his temper. Who cared if the brain was visible now? Was that disgusting? Not in Vihaan's opinion. Everyone had a brain. It made you smart. Or at least... it made some people smart. There were always exceptions, fools who didn't know how to use that ugly mush in their head. "You need it, and so do your kits." He tried to push the anger out of his voice, but the grey and white tom knew it was still very much present.

    the lean cat rolled his eyes at the sound of the agitated leader of one of the many forest clans. pathetic. not eating, for what? pride? had hibiscus been the one to capture, he would of tortured her anyways. they were trying to be nice. his tail lashed slightly, as he grinned down at the scared leader, hazel orbs displaying nothingness. "now now. you are in no position to call any orders, lambchops." he gritted his teeth, tauntingly. forest cats really had mouse for brains, didnt they?

    Felix






    Felix felt a little rude, for intruding in this room that was already too full. It held the scents of its usual rot or poisonous smell, from living in a urban land of waste. This was his uncle’s quarters, after all.


    Though it seemed as nobody had a problem with it, when the tuxedo skunk into the room, his fiery unpredictable orbs or orange swiveled around to take in the sight.


    What a mess.


    He listened to the voices around him, and flinched upon hearing Minnow’s.

    “you can’t even get yourself to eat” he bit out, tail twitching, as he scowled.


    And of course, a moon ago he’d be horrified if he’d said that aloud. These days he found it horribly difficult to care about what others thought of him.


    But Lambstar needed to eat. Those kids inside of her weren’t going to be healthy if this kept up for long. “Vi’s right though. Dyou really want to endanger your children because of your pride?” the boy mewed slowly.


    Glancing sideways, the male sighed irritably, at some lanky male with a foul attitude.

    Hibiscus was certainly correct, but the extra comment was unnecessary. Everybody here knew that Lambstar was hopelessly without any authority or real say. No little warriors and apprentices to order around here. This was real life. And it’s a dog eat dog world.


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    — Lambstar's claws dug into the floorboards under her alabaster paws, her shoulders tense and her entire coat bristling under all the watching eyes of the Bloodclanners. Had they never had a prisoner before? It was like that this was their first time seeing a cat captured and forced to bend to their whim...filthy Bloodclanners. The Thunderclan leader was seething as she listened to all of the condescending comments from the cats who were enjoying this way too much, her ears flattening against her head as she hesitantly rose to her paws.


    Approaching Caledon and the rat, claws itching to sink into his exposed gums and to rip, the leader lowered her head and took a gulp of the mushed rat brains, careful to avoid the skull fragments that were jagged and dangerous. Lambstar managed to swallow a few bites before her gag reflex set in, her stomach clenching with the effort of getting it all down. Her curly white fur was stained a disgusting flesh color from the blood and brain fluids, the molly backing away to stare Caledon and Sheogorath in the eyes, her own hazel ones hard with anger.


    "Does that make you happy? Satisfies all of your power trips?" The curly-furred molly hissed lowly, turning around to curl back up in her corner where she felt the most safe. Having her back watched by the walls and her front facing towards the othe cats made her feel not so vulnerable and like she hadn't been stripped of all of her pride, power and dignity.