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[longlive]

Falconpaw shrugged. "Flaconpaw." she said. She followed Darkriver. She looked at him. "What if they torture you for running away?" Falconpaw shivered a the thought.

[Chessur]

Darkriver shrugged " I've been tortured for trying to escape before, i've gotten kind of used to the pain ". " Of course it still hurts but not as much as it used to " He answered Falconpaw with a weak smile. But what he had said was true. Dark river had been tortured countless times but after a while he had gotten used to the pain and in order to survive he had to. Because in Bloodclan you had to fight for survival. Especially when your basicly bottom of the foodchain.

[longlive]

Falconpaw nodded her head in response. "Oh....oh..." she muttered silently.

[splashfoot]

(Yeah, 12jese12! ^.^;)

Slight inspected some slave cages. As far as she knew, Falconpaw was getting Darkriver, the male slave who was oh so fun to torture, ready for the Burner! She was excited. Maybe I can finally get some good slave torturing in! she thought, her belly churning in anticipation, and her claws unsheathing and sheathing.

{ Honeyfeather replied ... }

[A-train]

Storm Star grinned, and started to take the black covering off of the cage. He opened the door. "Come out, little she-cat!" he sang. "This won't hurt... MUCH!" He grinned.

Honeyfeather stalked out of the cage, spitting at the tom's face as she went, and stood beside him.

Storm Star smiled evilly. "Let's go, slave." He spat out the word into her face as if it were crowfood. Actually, being called slave was a rather horrible insult.... His mind just briefly danced on the thought before he shoved a collar over her head and attached a leash to it quickly, then he started trying to drag her away towards the Torture Clearing, grinning evilly all the while.

[ᴄᴀʀʀᴏᴛᴄᴀᴋᴇ.]

Foxwing opened her eyes to dark cage. "Jeez, will someone let me out of here?" She called. She hated being in here. Hated it. Hated it more than being tourtured. Maybe that's why she was always in here. Cause she hated it. "Someone? Please?" She meowed quietly. Then she said it louder. "Please?"

[wolverine♥]

Pebblekit hissed in annoyance at her brother's lack of explamation and glared at the covered cage before trotting off to the fresh-kill pile to have a bite to eat.
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Heartpound smiled and stalked over to a covered male cage, her eyes glinting with anticipation. "Here, kitty, kitty," she cackled with pleasure and ripped Song's cover off, letting the blinding sunlight flood the cage. "Come on out!" She grabbed a leash and collar and swung the cage door open, grinning at the flithy-furred slave.

[A-train]

Hawkfang stalked past Foxwing's cage. "Go hunting!" he snarled. "And don't even think about trying to escape, because we've stationed extra guards lately who are not afraid to kill you and gut you if you even take one step across the border line!" He opened the cage door and attached her to a collar and a leash, and then he led her along after him to the forest's entrance, practically dragging her. He tossed her out onto the path, where another group of slaves were just getting ready to go out hunting.
"You can join them," he simply growled. He gave the leader of the group, another BloodClan slave master like he was, a respectful nod. "Greetings," he meowed. "How are you?"
"Fine," meowed the black cat. He raised his voice. "Let's go, slaves!" And then, with that, the group disappeared into the darkness of the forest. Hawkfang watched them go, with a weird grin on his face.

[ᴄᴀʀʀᴏᴛᴄᴀᴋᴇ.]

Foxwing walked anoyyed, but it was better then sitting in a pitch black cage. Now her thoughts were on hunting, not kits. Still kits wandered into her mind. She sniffed the air, scenting a mouse. She darted after it, into the bushes. She came out with it in her jaws.

[12jese12]

Shadowheart relaxed in a shadowed alley, and his piercing green eyes followed any cat who stalked by the entrance. He gnawed mindlessly on some chicken bones he found, and he enjoyed the mild flavor twolegs had given it. Much better than kittypet slop he sometimes stole. He swiped his pink tongue over his muzzle and picked up the last remaining bone. He had decided to give it to a starving slave, and he hoped no one saw him doing it.