`~_~`You saw through the Blood Stains`~_~` (Murderous tom need mate)

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    "Mabey you should try!" Coldheart said, eyes full of warmth until.....
    "COLDHEART! You going to hunt, or chat with kits?!?!"
    Coldhearts eyes turned icy, what was he thinking, talking to a prisoner, where everyone can see.
    "I can't right now!" Coldheart called. "I had my patrols, now I'm going to have 'fun' in the woods!" Everyone knew when he 'had fun' their would always be less prisoners.
    "That dungon is getting to crowded anyway...." The other cat called back, before leaving.


    Coldheart turned to Icewhisper. "You come with me." Deep icyness creeping in his tone. "And don't think of leaving, the shadowclan border is full of patrols today."

    Her eyes hardened, she didn't have to try that time. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but she had a hunch it wasn't going to be much "fun" for her.

    Coldheart unlocked the door. "Follow." He snapped, heading towards the dungeon exit.

    Coldheart scanned the camp. He walked forward, motioning Icewhisper with his tail.

    Coldheart when into the woods, watching Icewhisper through narrowed eyes.

    Coldheart kept going, getting deeper and deeper into the forest.

    Coldheart looked around. "You'll find out..." He walked again, making sure their was no followers. ".......soon enough."

    Coldheart led her to an empty, old badger's den. The den smelled strongly of blood. He motioned her to follow him into the blood-covered den.

    She wasnt sure she wanted to follow. She thought of refusing to go in, or running, but something told her that wouldnt end very well either. So she slowy stepped in.

    Coldheart sat down, many thoughts going through his head.

    "Paranoid are we?"

    "Usually these 'mood-swings don't happen, but it has been happening as of late........" Coldheart looked at the bloody den. "As you might have guessed, I am popular for cutting down the population of prisoners........."