Coldkit walked near the playground, with his forever servant Darkkit. The two toms weren't known well, and if anyone knew them, they knew Darkkit would never be a real warrio. Just some whimp who got extremely lucky to join. It had been a moon since Coldkit and Darkkit ran away from ThunderClan, and Coldkit had grown bigger then his servant Darkkit. Coldkit was now three moons old, with long sharp claws and teeth, he had piercing blue eyes full of hatred. His pelt was white and thin, perfect for the desert heat. Darkkit was only smaller by a little and was four moons old. His black pelt was matted and dirty. He had orange eyes that used to burn like fire, but had extinguished a while ago. His claws and teeth were nothing to look at and fear, they were very small. "One day I shall rule, and if not I will wait patiently, waiting my turn." He muttered to Darkkit, who had heard his rantings many times. Coldkit looked around, he was were he belonged, so why did he feel out of place? Maybe it was Darkkit, who would want to talk to someone with a weakling like that in their shadows? No it wasn't Darkkit, it was Coldkit, he had no great way to make friends. Cloudkit had killed only once before, so he didn't have much of a reputation. Maybe if he killed again, he rounded on his servant. "Your nothing Darkkit!" He snarled. "Time you you to die like you should of!" It was only a matter of time before Coldkit would of killed Darkkit, but niether imgained it would be so Coldkit could be more popular. It was extreme, and Coldkit recognized that, but he was so tired of being an outcast. Maybe if he has blood on his paws once more he would get at least one friend, not some weakling servant who he could not take pleasure in hurting anymore because the servant was so used to it. Darkkit tried to run but Coldkit was faster. He pounced, and whispered in his ear. "You should are a weakling and disgrace, even if you did live till adulthood you would of been a slave!." With that he clawed Darkkits neck open. He watched as the blood spill. Again he thought. A bit extreme maybe, but so worth it!
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Debt was just on a solo patrol to see a bleeding kit and Coldkit, cocking her head she said telepathically '' What the hell did you do to him ya little f*cker! '' The only reason she wad here was because no one ever really watched little b*tches like Coldkit so the little f*ckers like him end up doing whatever they want but not when Debt is around, honestly this really pissed her off, growling she attempted to pick up Darkkit's limp body and use it as a marking with the other corpses laying around. She rolled her eyes into the back over her head then focused on what she was doing then she would deal with the b*tch.
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He remained calm. "He should of died, he only got into this clan because a bleeding heart was born in here and took pity on us kittens. He would of never killed, he didn't even like to fight, and he wanted to be back in ThunderClan. We were born there and this weakling wanted to go back, I feel as if I did a very minor favor to BloodClan by killing this weak link. Besides, he looked like he was begging for death. Even if he did live till adult hood he would of been made a slave for being so weak." Was his reply. He didn't show any emotion in it.
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"If he was as weak as Coldkit said." Sleekkit padded up. "Then maybe he was right to kill him, we don't want any softies in BloodClan." The tiny she sneered at the thought of weak cats in BloodClan.
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He looked at the new kit that walked up, thankful for support but still not showing any emotion. He sighed and sat down, Coldkit thought he was doing his new clan a favor, besides Darkkit didn't even want to live here so he was probably going to betray them later in his adult life anyway. Though no one new of their story or even that they were here, so would anyone even believe them? Coldkit doubted that.
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Crykit, a white kit with two grey stripes coming from the corners of her eyes, ran over out of curiosity. "What happened?" she mewed, being one of the youngest kits in the nursery at just under two moons. "Oh! Did someone finally expire Darkkit?" she snickered, a devious look in her lightning strike yellow eyes.
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[justify]"I smelt blood." It was quite strange for a kit her age to be filled with this much blood lust. Even though Crychent never killed, she loved it. Death always drew her to it. Seeing the body of Darkkit, her icy blue glare was always strong and daring. With her short and extravagant light browtabby fur sent her stripes dancing along her extravagant ale er body, that made herself look alluring to get near. Once olr, she would use that to an advantage. "Just one less pathetic cat to worry about." [/justify]