get your *sses over here [private, anti-sc]

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    Iceheart sat in the clearing.

    [align=center][size=8][color=black][font=georgia]Silver tail lashing, the tom felt his claws slice through the prisoner's muzzle. Grinning with pleasure, Silenthill sat back on his haunches, watching the ShadowClanner struggle with his anger.


    ooc; they won't kill them, Darknight ordered not too. ^^

    Distractionkit watched Silenthill claw the male prisoner, his blue eyes wide with sick-admiration. Those StarClan-worshippers deserved what was coming to them!

    Iceheart perked her ears at the sound of howling.Wolves.That can't be good.she thought quietly.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 250px][justify][size=8][color=black][font=georgia]Baring his teeth, the tabby circled around both prisoners.

    Distractionkit glanced to his brother, looking back at the prisoners then back to Bluekit. He usually wasn't shy at all, but this time Distractionkit wanted Bluekit to try first.

    Fellowship kit watched, unable to tell if she was entertained or a little bit disgusted. She shrugged and continued to watch, since her roleplayer was out of muse at the moment.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 250px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; height: 200px;][justify][size=8][color=black][font=georgia]Sitting back on his haunches again, Silenthill gestured to the prisoners with his paw, indicating he was letting the kittens try.


    Bluekit bolted forward immedaitely, pouncing on the tom's paw and biting down with a suprisingly strong grip. Sinking his canines into the cat's paw, Bluekit let out a small squeak when the tom flung him off. Now the solid blue kitten was angry. Marching around to face the tom full on, Bluekit lashed out with unsheathed claws, striking his claws dangerously close to his eyes. Smirking viciously, the kitten motioned for Distractionkit to come too.

    Distractionkit watched as Bluekit stepped forward, deciding to watch how his brother did it first. Smirking darkly, he watched carefully as Bluekit bit the tom's paw. That wasn't the most effective or powerful move he had ever seen, but who was he to judge?


    Seeing Bluekit's gesture for him to join in, Distractionkit stepped up to the plate, a cold smile on his face. The dark blue gray tom-kit stared at Rookfeather coldly, his posture, giving the impression that he was looking down on the older tom. Growling, he gave Rookfeather's cheek a long slash. It wasn't very deep but it did leave a long trail of blood running down the ShadowClanner's face.

    Rookfeather wouldn't give the cats the satisfaction of hearing him scream, no matter how much it hurt. The dark tom almost couldn't fight back through all the pain, even though he tried to bat feebly at the kits. And even throughout this torture, he couldn't unsheathe his claws. No matter what, Rookfeather would never harm a kit. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping the pain would stop soon.


    Fellowshipkit sort of wanted to join in. She was rather intrigued by this, being only 3 moons old. What was going on? Why were they hurting the big black fluffball? She shrugged, undecided, and watched instead.

    ic; unlucky for rookfeather, distractionkit didn't share the same problems. he had no problem attacking, or even killing another cat. laughing as he jumped away from rookfeather's feeble attempt to swat him away. when the dark blue-gray kit smiled, he almost looked like he was having fun, but that was a dark gleam in his eyes that was unnerving.


    ooc; he won't though of course, darknight's orders.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 250px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; height: 200px;][justify][size=8][color=black][font=georgia]Bluekit squealed in amusement, ducking beneath the tom's weak attempts. Darting forward, the young solid blue tom pounced and dug his small sharp claws into the tom's shoulder before jumping off.


    -- Lets just say that Darknight was gone for a couple hours xD --


    Darknight spat viciously, angrily stalking back through the forests they called home. Damn ShadowClan bastard. She was f*cking pregnant again with a f*cking ShadowClan tom's kits, who had left her before she even had come to from the effects of catnip.

    dewvapors watched the kits mess around with the prisoners for a while, but now her blue eyes have gone blank, as the deputy slipped into daydreams.

    Rookfeather sighed. He had moved past depression to complete confusion. Why were they doing this to him? Why had they even captured him? The black warrior didn't know. What he did know was that he was sick of being tackled by them.


    Fellowshipkit noticed another cat with her eyes trained on the prisoners. She bounded over to her, her own blue eyes wide. Wow, these cats were so much bigger than her. She poked Dewvapors, looking up at her plaintively. "Miss? What's going on?"

    "Hmm?" Dewvapors snapped back to attention, her blue eyes searching for the cat who had so rudely poked her. I'm not a door! They eventually found Fellowshipkit, softening when Dewvapors realized it was only a kit.


    "Darknight's orders," she explained. "They hold secrets, but before their interrogation, Darknight's allowing all Anti-ShadowClanners to.. rough them up a bit." Waving her tail towards the two prisoners, she smiled, "You are free to join in, Fellowshipkit."

    Fellowshipkit shrugged. "I'm kind of scared of him. He's so big...." she trailed off, looking at Rookfeather with apprehension. Everyone was big to Fellowshipkit, so this point was a bit invalid, but she was still a bit terrified.

    "Don't be afraid," Dewvapors reassured her. "He won't fight back; just look at Distractionkit and Bluekit-They look like they're having fun."

    Fellowshipkit did notice that. But it didn't look like real fun to her-not playing moss-ball fun. It looked more like...scary fun. She didn't like the angry glint in their eyes, the way they got pleasure in attacking the big warrior. What if they got angry at her? Fellowshipkit looked up at Dewvapors again, then down at the ground. "Okay." She muttered, bounding over to him. She gave Rookfeather a few feeble swipes, but her heart wasn't in it. She was too busy watching the other kits.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 250px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; height: 200px;][justify][size=8][color=black][font=georgia]Giggling and squealing, Bluekit climbed atop the warrior. "I am the mighty Bluenight and I've destroyed this ShadowClanner!" Digging his claws into the tom's body to prevent from falling off, the son of Darknight and Counterstrike grinned. "Mommy!" The young kitten piped up, jumping off the tom and sprinting towards the angry Darknight. The black she-cat then turned to her son.
    "Yes?"
    "I think the prisoners are okay now!"
    "Do you now?"
    "Yes! Are they ready for interaogaashun?" Bluekit frowned as he struggled with the word before perking back up at his mother.

    Distractionkit watched Fellowshipkit's feeble swipes, his non-existant eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "What are you doing?" he scoffed. However he didn't wait for an answer, running off after Bluekit to join their mother. "Intro- Entro," he tried to correct his brother, but he couldn't even pronounce it himself.


    Dewvapors stood up, Darknight had returned. Trotting over the Deputy dipped her head in a respectful nod, "Welcome back Darknight." She didn't dare ask her superior what she had done in ShadowClan.