Broken and Bruised | Prison!

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    Panther sighed again. "You don't belong here.... I'm Panther. What's your name?"

    He dipped his head to the kit respectfully. "It's nice to know that there's someone here I can respect besides the ones locked in cages. So, if you believe in treating all equally, are you planning on leaving this clan when you're older?"

    "If your mother truly loved you, she would want you to be happy, no matter the cost." He looked away rather solemnly.

    Panther realized his stomach was feeling better. "I definitely feel better. Thanks, Partialkit."

    He purred softly. "That will be the last compliment I hear for quite a while. "

    OOC: Well classes started on Wednesday, I had an exam on Friday, and I have a paper due on Tuesday so I've been... busy XD


    IC: Sunny, Zack and Nigel awoke looking around. They were ready to work, or at least Zack and Nigel were, Sunny was still moody "Will this vicious circle never end." He sighed stretching.

    Ooc: Bleck. Sounds tedious... This is why I'm going to try and fail eighth grade. xD


    Ic: Panther flicked his tail at Partialkit. "You should get going. Heavy security, harsh punishments... I don't know if your mother would be able to help you much if you got caught."

    Ooc: Yeah... Eighth is Okay. A bit routine, but it's not hard.


    Ic: Panther bobbed his head. He was a bit sad to see the kitten leave, but someone of such innocence didn't belong here.

    OOC: XD Wow I feel old, I'm a college sophomore.


    IC: Sunny sighed when the kit left. "You did the right thing, we don't want the young ones hurt, she-kit or not." He said sitting up looking around. "Well are they going to come or not?" He said grumpy.


    Zack smiled. "Well if they don't guess what?" Nigel rolled his eyes. "What?" Zack smiled. "You've got a friend in me!"

    Panther laughed heartily at Zack's comment, and picked up the bass, gruff voice rather fitting for the song. That kit did indeed have a friend in him.


    "When the road looks rough ahead, and you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed, You just remember what your old pal said! Boy, you've got a friend in me!"

    "The names of the toms in Bloodclan, you idiot," Blade growled, getting fed up with Quinn. Who or what did this tom think he was, some cat that no one dared to hurt?


    And that's when the other toms started singing again. She whipped around and screeched Shut the hell up! I can't focus with that loud wailing!" Then, from behind her, she heard Quinn sing with Panther at the same time; "When the road looks.. rough ahead! And you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed~!"


    That was it. That was the last straw. She couldn't deal with this tom anymore. She threw the mouse at Quinn's face, but it hit the mesh instead and fell to the ground in front of him. Then, Blade stormed out, trying to calm herself down and she ran outside. Idiots! The lot of them! she seethed inside. She feinted left, then went right, pretending to duke and then slash at invisible toms who were scared and unsure of how they got into RadicalClan or what they should do. It made her feel better to imagine a tom's life ebbing away as she slashed his throat.
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    Quinn grinned and carefully hooked onto the mouse with a claw. He dragged in the piece of freshkill and then said, "You just remember what'cher ol' pal said: Boy, you've got a friend in me," before he ripped apart the mouse in hunger.

    "Yeah, you've got a frieend in me!" Panther broke into a hysterical chuckle at how pissed Blade was when she staggered out, swiping furiously at the air. "You, my latest aqquaintance, will be dead in a week." And with this, he hummed the tune that weaved its way between each verse of the song.

    Quinn laughed. "Ah that may be, but yer forgettin' somethin' there, mate. I've got the names of the four toms who r.aped her sometime back. An' she could only get 'er revenge--because I'm guessing it's for revenge--if she knew them names. Otherwise she might as well kill any Bloodclanner she sees and pretend it's them. An' if it's th' torture you think'll kill me, I've been tortured in Bloodclan, by those same toms. They gave me this here scar," he said, then turned his head to the left to show an old scar that started from his right ear and ran down to his neck.


    Then he turned back to Panther with a sly grin on his face. "An' I'm only teasing her. I'd never hurt a soul as perdy as she," he said, then chuckled. "Maybe not th' fairest in the land, but hey, this ain't a perfect world. Take, for instance, th' fact that we're here. Inn't nothin' I did wrong but merely trespass. An' last I heard, they're pro-clan. I've never known a pro-clan to imprison anyone, and for only trespassing, no less," he sighed. "Well, inn't nothin' we can do about that anymore. But I suppose we've still got each other. And well, I've got a friend in you, I hope," he said grinning.

    Another laugh escaped his jaws. "She looked about ready to rip your ears off. I wish I had something to offer so I could badmouth the she-cats. What freedom that would be in a place like this! And by the way... You've got a friend in me!"