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    "Too bad" She growled in his face, with a sudden burst of bravery.

    His claw was suddenly against her throat. "I'm not going to listen to you, and you'll soon learn not to talk back."

    Taylor squirmed, the claw cutting into her throat, "Then kill me." The cat whispered, "Then you wont have a slave!"

    "To bad, because you will be my slave, no getting out." he growled, aiming to throw her to the den entrance with is claw.

    Jet growled and stalked after her. A ray of sun shone in, disposing his glossy dark pelt. His claws unsheathed, he aimed a blow at her as she headed to the entrance.

    His claws met Taylor's back, causing her to scream and run ever so faster. Once she reached the den, Taylor collapsed on the ground shivering in fear.

    Jet stared after her, his icy eyes narrowed. "Drop and Sting, I need you to guard this den!" And he padded back.


    Two more toms padded over. One was tortoiseshell and the other a handsome black.

    Taylor let out a small snarl at the cats. " You kittypet piles of scum" she growled softly towards them then backed away even farther.

    OOC; Things that can ( And should) happen-
    Rape
    Torture
    Blindness in one eye
    Cut off of; tail, claw, toe, ears
    Clawing
    Yelling
    Starvation almost till death
    Other forms of torture


    IC: Taylor let out another reckless growl at the she-cat and tom. "What are ya gonna do?" She asked mockingly.

    OOC: Yeah. Let's do some forms of torture like clawing and starvation, then r***


    The tortoiseshell leaped at her, claws unsheathed.

    Taylor squeaked and scrambled back, not avoiding a hit to her shoulder. "EEKKK DONT HURT MEEE" She squealed.

    Ginger, a light colored she-cat walked past the cave where some cats where. She was small for her age, being full grown and all. She was very skinny with dull, patchy fur. Her bones showed through too. She was a slave to a cruel tom named Splatter.


    Splatter bit his slave sharply. "Hurry up you lazy furball," he growled, but halted when he saw his friends/clanmates, the tortishell and the black tom. He approached the black one. "hey there!" he meowed. "look who we have here!" he sneered at Taylor. "GINGER!" he roared. "GET OVER HERE!"

    OOC; this was private, but i guess you could join if BANANA is OK with it. But mind you at the end of the plot, they are going to run away to another clan...

    OOC; That's OK, I've done it plenty. But like i said, you might be able to be part of it..

    OOC: It's ok with me
    IC: "Then keep your mouth shut!" hissed the tortoiseshell, going in for one more blow until backing out.


    The black tom nodded to Splatter. "Hey." meowed Sting.