Cave and Prison

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    The entrance lies in the cliff-like side of a hill comprised entirely of rock. The rock is a natural formation, though it has been worn rather flat on top by weather over years and years. The top is bare stone, and there are small holes, varying from the size of a paw to about as big as a mouse is around, these holes do not weaken the structure, and they are caused by weather over the years where there were once dips in the top. On the flat side, the entrance lies. It is round, rather cave like, and only large enough for one cat at a time to fit through. There is a path of sorts leading to it, an old and long dry stream bed.


    The entrance is a tunnel, about two or three tail lengths long. Once you get through that, you reach a cavernous space, large enough to house several cats with ease and comfort. The holes in the top provide ventilation and dim light, though they are not large enough to fit through and are also many tail lengths above the heads of all cats. The cavern is rather tall, at about three of four times as tall as a cat. It has been worn out by weather, for this cavern once housed a large pool of water from which the stream flowed.


    From this, almost straight across from the entrance, lies another very short tunnel, only about a tail length long. This goes into a considerably darker cavern, though there is some visibility from a small amount of holes. It is colder in this little room of the cavern, but in a back corner there is a somewhat deep but small pool. It is not very large, maybe large enough for one cat to fit in, but that is it. It holds clear and cold water, that bubbles weakly from what remains of the spring that once fed the stream. The whole cave was once the home of an underground spring, though this is all that remains. The water is good to drink.


    The whole thing is comprised of stone. There is only one entrance. There is no way to escape.



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    The Rules

    • There is NO escape. The tunnel entrance is small and always guarded.
    • Food will be provided daily, either shoved through the small holes in the roof or brought in through the entrance.
    • Water is provided by the tiny remnants of the stream in the back cavern.
    • If a cat is violent or tries to hurt another cat that is imprisoned or guarding, they will be killed.
    • If a cat tries to escape, they will be re-imprisoned or killed, depending.



    There is no escape.



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    List of Prisoners


    • Noellelight (SnowClan apprentice, killed Violetskies)
    • Barbedquill (SnowClan apprentice, killed Violetskies)



    Again, there is NO escape. Unless they are given a way out by the leader, they are in prison for good. There are no exceptions. If your cat, by some magical force, just is poofed out, they will be hunted down and killed. Cheery, no?


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    It had been a while since Cypresshill had gone to see his incarcerated brother, or was that half brother, Sagenight. The last he had seen of him, they had argued horrendously. They had never reached an agreement either way and he didn't expect things to be any better today as he approached the entrance to the cave and sat down. The best he hoped for was that they could at least enjoy a little small talk.


    "..Sagenight? It's me."

    There'd been nothing. Nothing to do for the past six moons. All Sagenight ever did was eat and sleep. No cat wanted to visit, and why should they? He was a captured enemy leader who was never have supposed to been leading the whole time. It had all been a failure, anyways. Sighing, he was about to rest his head down when he noticed Cypresshill. His half brother.


    Behind Cypresshill came Rueheart. He'd taken immediate sympathy on Sagenight from the start; how dare the Blackhearts have made him leader so young! Rueheart let his blue eyes focus around Cypresshill and his big body as much as he could, which was quite hard to do with the tunnel so narrow.


    "Uhh, hey," Sagenight replied awkwardly, flicking his tail in greeting.

    Cypresshill had not expected a greeting half this warm. Not that it could be considered...warm. His family was warm. Sagenight was not. Sagenight was a bitter, brainwashed prisoner whose stubborn clinging to destructive beliefs had driven him away, until now. "Hey. Thought I'd come to see you again. A lot's been happening or I would've come by before." He started to grin, and a purr rose in his throat. "My mate and I had kits."

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    Sagenight pricked his ears slightly. "That's good news," he meowed, still a bit awkwardly. "What're their names?"


    OOC: What're the kits' names? I want to add them to the family tree when I get a chance. Heartkit, Shimmeringkit, and Shiroikit, right?

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    "They're good names," Sagenight remarked, flicking his tail. "But Shiroikit? What's a shiroi? Sounds cool, but...did your mate just come up with some jumble of sounds to make that up?"


    Rueheart entered the cave to sit besides Cypresshill. "They still haven't met their uncle yet," he purred. "You've got to show me them soon."

    Cypresshill laughed. "I don't know, she picked the name and said she liked it so, well, I just went along. With kit naming, what she says goes." The second request sobered him up a bit. "They will...when they're old enough. They're still too young to leave the nursery right now, they're less than a moon old."

    Rueheart grinned. "It doesn't matter. Couldn't I go into the nursery?" He flicked his tail friendily across Cypresshill's shoulder. "I mean, hopefully it's not too crowded in there. Oh well, I can wait. I'm going to do a bit of walking along the border."


    Sagenight listened, fur bristling uneasily at Rueheart's words. "Border...what border?"

    "Our border," said Cypresshill, as though that were one of the most obvious things. "And sure Rueheart, I can take you to see them now if you like." He grinned. "They're just starting to walk and play, and all that...you know, the really cute age."

    "Sure," Rueheart meowed, rising to his paws. He glanced at Sagenight, a wave of sympathy for the young cat. It didn't matter what he'd done; he was still so freakishly young. "And Sagenight, we'll be back soon. Take care," he added, hoping that he would.


    Sagenight merely nodded supressing a sigh. "Bye," he mumbled, turning around and stalking to the other side of the cave, tail drooping. He had no idea why, but the visit had made him feel depressed.


    OOC: Gradual interest in Clan ways. ^.^ Like I said, I have no intentions on him staying in here for his entire life.

    ooc: They can rejoin the Little Fighters thread.


    ic: "Yeah, bye." Cypresshill actually thought that had gone rather well. Sagenight hadn't been nearly as savage as he remembered him. But it was too soon for him to safely say the renegade tom was turning around.

    Another day, another mouse. Or a rabbit, or a vole, or a bird.


    It didn't matter to Sagenight. The seventeen moon old brown tabby had spent a decent year as a prisoner now. Captured in the battle against SnowClan as the former leader of the Blackhearts, he'd been living in this bland cave all these moons, alone asides from the two cats that guarded him day and night and his two half-brothers Cypresshill and Rueheart who visited him every now and then.


    One of the things about his cave location - not too far from camp - was that he'd hear some things that went on. Like some big battle. It was muted quite a bit, but some yowls were not unnoticed. It made him unsheath his claws and long for them ripping off fur, but of course he couldn't do that, and he'd get a little crazy over it.


    He'd get a bit crazy over a lot of things.


    For the most part he stayed quiet, staring out the entrance or the holes in the roof, or sleeping in the back cave, also listening for the trickle of water that contantly poured through. Now he was laying down at the far side of the main den, again staring out the distance, thinking, wondering what could've been....

    ooc: He hasn't been in here a year. He got caught in August.


    ic: "Hello." Cypresshill stepped over to the prison cave again. Maybe, he thought, it was time to let Sagenight out and accompany him on a walk. "Sagenight...I was thinking...do you want to get a little time out of there?"

    IC: OOC-speaking, yes, a year's far off. But he was five moons old at the time of capture. You have to be at least twelve moons old to be a warrior, makes makes it six moons. Cypresshill's kits - two moons for pregnancy, guessing they're two moons now, so that makes it four and thus at least 10 moons. Ooh, slight math error. Probably about 10-11 moons as a prisoner. ;)


    IC: Sagenight recognized his half-brother Cypresshill immediately, and he flicked his tail in greeting. "Sure," he responded, warmly and eagerly.

    ooc: Cypresshill was born at the very start of november or december last year. Making him no older than 13 moons now. Sagenight was captured in August. Cypresshill remembers it clearly--he was there {he was an apprentice then}. End of Greenleaf. It is December now. That makes it 4 and a half months ago, nearly 5 months. For him to have been a prisoner for 10 moons, the battle would have to have taken place last February! And it did not happen in winter. I don't know what kind of math you're doing, but that's the kind I do. The counting kind.


    ic: Cypresshill knew he was taking a chance, but he had had enough of letting his brother languish in here for almost two seasons now. He stepped aside, and let him come out. "If anyone says anything...I'll handle it and take full blame obviously. If you try to run we'll hunt you down and cut you to pieces but if I thought you'd run I wouldn't be letting you out."


    A step in the right direction? Cypresshill hoped so.

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    OOC: I count, too, but I don't take too much OOC into consideration as it's sometimes unrealistic, considering that battle threads take weeks when it's not even a day, and people have different speeds of aging. I also take into account pregnancies and charrie's kits' ages. xd Let's not turn this into an argument.


    IC: Sagenight nodded; he understood. Silently he slipped outside, his amber eyes adjusting to the light. The first thing he noticed was the cold; second, the wounds on Cypresshill. "What happened to you?" he remarked.

    ooc: Seasons and moons go by real time, and threads may take a while, but they are assumed to have happened in a shorter period of time if the storyline's in a single afternoon or whatnot. Glad not to argue. :)


    ic: "Bloodclan happened to me," growled Cypresshill. "They attacked our camp and kidnapped at least two cats, and killed at least one--Fathompaw. We'll be holding the vigil tonight." He waited for Sagenight to adjust to the light, feeling bad for him having been stuck in there since the end of Greenleaf. That could really do a number on you.

    OOC: Glad to hear it, too. (=


    IC: Sagenight winced as Cypresshill mentioned BloodClan. When he'd been the very young deputy of Blackheart Rogue, Bonestar and his warriors had come upon the territory. Sagenight himself had made an alliance between the Blackhearts and BloodClan. "There weren't any...BloodClan allies among the attackers, were they?" he stammered, scuffling his paws.