Cave and Prison

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    "She'll be alright, but she looked pretty bloodied up," reported Flurryfall. "Guess she went to tell all to Puddlestar. Harepaw, please guard the prison while I get my herbs ready." The black and white tom bounded off.

    Noellelight's eyes darkened; so Icebreak was alright? Well then it was useless, completely useless to kill Sophia. Resentfully and mournfully the snow tabby looked at her paws. Numbly she began to clean them; at the scent and taste of blood she retched. She felt terrible, like a monster. What would Puddlestar do to her now?

    OOC: Wasn't Flurryfall just, like, stationary?


    Harepaw nodded. He'd rather have being a medicine cat than guarding these crazies.

    "Move aside, Harepaw. Let me through." Puddlestars voice was sharp, distinct, and cold. Shouldering past the apprentice, she made her way into the tunnel, effectively blocking it. It was, after all, barely large enough for an adult cat. She also realized that there were two murderous cats in here - and thus stayed in the end of the tunnel. Her eyes drifted over the scene, taking in the limp and bloody body of the former medicine cat. As much trouble as Violetskies had caused, she felt sorrow at her death.


    But no time for grief. Looking up, her level gaze took in the two young cats. "You murdered her." remarked the blue tabby, voice icy and emotionless. It wasn't even a question - it was a statement.

    It was a clear accusation- but of course, a true one. Noellelight raised her bowed head and nodded mutely, once. She shifted on her paws nervously. She hadn't really listened to her mentor much, but as she recalled, she thought she had heard that the punishment for murder was death. "I did," she mewed aloud, feeling detached. Her voice was emotionless as well, but it didn't stay there. Her voice cracked, and the tabby looked down again.

    Barbedquill narrowed his eyes. "Of course we did. If she hadn't run off Icebreak would be dead, too." No point in hiding anything.

    Harepaw moved away for his leader. The young apprentice gazed at the body of Violetskies. The young tom had tried to ignore it while guarding the two cats, who could easily overpower him. He wasn't trying to be ignorant or anything, but he was just six moons. That was a creepy thing for one so young.

    Puddlestar felt her lip curl into a snarl of disgust, but she calmed herself before voicing her mind once more. When she spoke, her voice was cold as before. "Any particular reason for murdering your own mother, and trying the same on Icebreak?"

    "Nothing you would understand," Noellelight answered listlessly, her voice tone flat. The snow marbled tabby didn't even raise her head, as if it took too much energy to do so. She added with a touch of impatience: "Could you get to the point please? How are you going to punish us?"

    In the background, you could hear a splash. The young tom couldn't take it anymore. It had barfed. Harepaw looked up at the cats, feeling embarrassed and weak.

    "Perhaps it was meant to happen." Barbedquill's tone was snarky. "Our mom came, and my sister's twin revealed itself at that moment to kill her."

    In front there was a snow marble tabby. Her blue eyes gleamed with love and a dire knowledge of what was going to happen. The one seeing her was a bustling young tom, with a look of fury on his twisted, sneering face; his own marbled fur bristled at this unsightly illusion. He saw it everywhere, on the walls of this "prison", and in the pool of water from which he drinked.


    Every sight of her caused him to writh in a mixture of the agony of being betrayed and a fury to take this traitor's life. Eyes rolling, a loud, long howl escaped his lips, and his sharp claws raked through the air, ripping off fur, and at the same time the blows hit nothing.


    After a while, he settled down enough to the same startling conclusion: all this fuss was over his shadow. He shook his head, breathing heavily, lashing his tail. "This is useless..." he muttered venomously. "It's all too tempting, but it always comes up just out of reach, every time."

    Another snow marble tabby sat in the cave; her head was low, and she watched her brother listlessly. A sharp pain began at the temples of her head as she watched Barbedquill, but she didn't attempt to calm it.


    "What's going to happen to us?" Noellelight murmured in fear, unaware she was shaking like an aspen tree in the breeze.

    "I honestly don't know." Barbedquill pricked his ears, sane for a few moments. His blue eyes' gaze drifted around the den. "Honestly, if they're going to keep us in here...I'd prefer to go drown myself or something. There's no way we're ever going to get out."

    Noellelight closed her eyes and scraped her claws fearfully against the stone. "That's exactly what Puddlestar would do," she mewed, her tone barely more than a whisper. It came out sounding like a scaredy-cat, and the snow marble tabby would've blushed if the situation wasn't so serious.

    "I don't know...I'd love to end it now and get it overwith," responded Barbedquill. Bitterly he added, "They wouldn't care."

    "It's just a couple of illegal kits who are going crazy," growled Noellelight, sheathing her claws and looking down at the rock, not knowing what to think.

    "Precisely." Barbedquill turned his head towards the entrance to the smaller den, the one with the pool. It was shallow, but if two inches could drown a friggin' Twoleg, then it was more than enough for a cat.


    How strange, he was going on about killing other cats when helping to kill his own mother. Now he was pondering on how to kill himself.

    Noellelight trailed her brother, though her eyes were now shadowed with doubt. Although she knew nobody would care if she died, she hesitated. She didn't want to kill herself. She wasn't superstitious about afterlife stuff, but she certainly had a hunch that if she died, she definitely wasn't going to StarClan.

    Barbedquill sat on the edge. His eyes glazed over a little, and he pondered on whether to do this or not. "Should we?" he croaked.