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Silverfall ran. And ran. Through the foliage, over the streams, everywhere. A dog was following her. She must lead it away from camp. Silverfall took a sharp right turn and did not notice that she passed the rouge border. Suddenly she heard the yowls and snarls of a dog. She turned and saw the dog being shredded by several gray-coloured rouges. Her paws trembled in exhaustion and she attempted to take a steady step towards the rouges and back to Windclan but the wouldn't move. Her breath came in short rasps and eventually she collapsed.
-...-
Silverfall's vision was blurred. All she knew was that she was not where she had been when she blacked out.
"Hello?" Her voice came out in a short rasp. Slowly her vision cleared and she saw a cream cat.
"Hello!" The pale she-cat grinned, her tail waving, "I'm Peach! You are..?"
"S-Silverfall." Silverfall confirmed warily.
"I'll go get Dash." Peach wandered over to a cave and waited outside. Silverfall sat up and surveyed her surroundings. She was inside a bramble den, yet the brambles were messily woven, outside a single mouse sat on a stump and next to it were a number of sticks and rocks. There was a huge pile of borage near to the cave and she realised there were spots of blood on her moss-nest. She had a small scratch on her flank. Peach was now returning with a bright orange cat.
"Hello Silverfall. I'm Dash. I hope your comfortable. Do you have any kits or aches and disabilities?" Dash cheerfully mewed. Silverfall frowned at the questions.
"No.. and no." She replied. Dash instantly had a stone-cold look on his face.
"Take her to the stone room." He yowled, and instantly several toms emerged from their dens and grabbed Silverfall. Peach gave Silverfall an apologetic look. She attempted to claw the toms but they held her down and dragged her to the Cave. On the floor were loads of hay and a couple reeds. Dash stood over here in disgust.
"Get her ready! We're doing a Branding tonight. Groom yourself flea-bag." Dash spoke. Silverfall ran her tongue down her flank in embarrassment. Peach trotted in, her muzzle full of vines. In a quick flick of her claws she bounded Silverfall's paws together. Silverfall spat in protest. Then the toms and Peach left.
*Later*
Silverfall woke from her dream and heard Dash outside yowl.
"We have found the Flat-face's coal!" A grey tom entered the cave and pulled a struggling Silverfall outside. On a sharp stick, there was a red piece of coal. Dash was holding the stick in his jaws, careful not to burn himself. Without warning he stuck the coal onto Silverfall's pelt until the bubbling flesh appeared. Silverfall was in shock, her eyes glazed and her tongue lolled out.
"Get some thyme." Dash said in dismissal.
*The next morning..*
The wound had healed but the fur would never reappear. Dash's cruel voice gifted Silverfall her senses.
"Bear will have the honour!" He snarled at a crowd of annoyed tomcats. Instantaneously a brown tabby strutted over to Silverfall. He moved her to the center of the tomcats who stared enviously a Bear.
The brown tabby forced Silverfall into an awkward hunting crouch then mounted her. Silverfall fell a large wad of moss inserted into her mouth. Bear thrusted his member into her core until it ached and broke her hymen. Silverfall bucked her hips in retaliation and Bear's barbs scratched her core. He thrusted and hit her g-spot. Some of the other cats sniggered at Bear's feeble attempts but soon enough they both came. Dash shoved Bear off of Silverfall then scratched her burnt flank. He held her down whilst he positioned himself in front of Silverfall. His large member was shoved into her face.
"Suck." He rubbed the top of her head with a paw. Silverfall spat the moss out and opened her mouth in protest. Dash took the chance and shoved his member into her throat. Silverfall gagged and felt Dash's tomhood swell in her mouth. The tip was wet with precum and a liquid ejaculated into her mouth. He then took the rear and thrusted his member into her tail-hole. Silverfall cried out in pain. Satisfied, Dash removed his member which returned to its sheathe and walked away. Peach hurried Silverfall back the cave before any more toms could do anything.
"hush, its OK." Peach comforted Silverfall. Silverfall snorted in disagreement. How could anything be ok again?
-Moons later-
Three brown and silver kits lay at Silverfall's belly. The innocently suckled, their eyes still firmly shut. Dash walked in and Silverfall protectively curled her tail around them.
"I heard you kitted. Stone will mentor the oldest, Tyre will mentor the youngest and Bear will mentor the other." He spat. The three named cats walked inside and picked up their designated kit. Silverfall cried out in protest and scratched Dash on his chest. He snarled slightly before returning to his rue=les.
"I will be taking you over to Dark's camp where you'll be with the other kit-less queens."
-Yes. That's right, another cutscene.-
Three cats surrounded Silverfall.
"Eat." One of them pushed a large amount of borage towards her. She did as told and cringed at the sour taste. Unaware of the other two cats coming unusually close she lay on her side and groomed her wounded pelt. She felt two muzzles nuzzle her belly and the two cats latched onto her nipples, drinking her milk. She let out a little screech before clawing their ears. She leapt to her feet and ran for all it was worth. She didn't hear any approaches… She WILL find Windclan again.