Just being in the wrong place in the wrong time can mean trouble, I knew I shouldn't have wandered away from my beloved twolegs and the small, safe wood I had always explored, taken off my collar and I know now I should not have trusted HIM...
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Walking in the forest was fun for Petal., every step was a new adventure for this loveable young she-cat. She was no more than six moons, just barely out of her kithood, and in heat, it made her want to explore and not sit to be burned. By day, cramped in her big but quaint twoleg nest. She loved the housefolk she had but the outside world gave her a chilling thrill, with which she yearned for...It was simply too hard to stay away.
She wriggled out of her fancy bright pink collar, The thing made it super hard for her to breathe and it was generally icky to look at. She felt ever so clever for ditching the stupid twoleg object and she raised her silver head in pride. She looked at the old path she took every night, It was strewn in her scent, she had attempted to hunt, climbed every tree and her paw marks dappled the same soft dirt road.
She rolled her eyes, she was behaving like that little wood was enough of a forest to satisfy any cat. She looked at the forest in front of her home, she never set paw in the place, she was content with the trodden upon, mini-forest where she was close to home...Tonight, yes tonight was the night she would brave the big forest that she now saw as a great big place for fun. Tossing the stupid collar aside, she padded ahead into the comforting darkness and into the scents of the forest.
She tasted the air and squealed in delight at the smell of fresh forest, the prey scent made her mouth dribble and her dark gray paws itched with excitement. Her kit-soft light gray fur bristled in anticipation, pointing out the softer lighter gray dapples that were strewn like stars on her slender body. She ran to a tree and her claws pierced the wood as she scored them down a large oak. She smiled, she truly thought this was a wise desicion. She suddenly heard a loud rustle, it was a bush just tail-lengths away, out came a large bundle of cat fur that fleeced around her, driving her until she was back-up to a stone wall and stopped when it was facing the she-cat his face smirking as if he spotted some juicy prey.
A large, well muscled tom stood in front of her. He had dark brown fur, a white underbelly and barely there tabby stripes. When his eyes opened, she gasped, for there in the place where normal eyes should have been, were a pair of blood red eyes that glinted with some emotion she could not read. She must have shivered because he chuckled, he smiled icily
"Relax, I won't hurt you..." I could have sworn I heard his mutter of ...for now, she shrugged it off and said in a clearly nervous voice
"...Hello...there." He smiled and he asked in a quiet voice, his eyes gleaming
"I'm Blood, Who are you?". she wasn't sure if she should run, but she couldn't run anyway so she figured she might as well answer.
"I'm Petal."
His tongue licked his muzzle, clearly hungry for something and he looked at her as if he spotted some juicy prey, however she couldn't see it. He smiled and softly murmured
"You look hungry, Why dont you come back with me to my coven and we will feed you."
She smiled, she was rather hungry and she couldn't stand twoleg food that much, She decided to trust him, after all he could have killed her by now. Being alive and about to recieve some prey for a meal, convinced her that he meant to help, despite his scary appearance.
After trekking in the forest for some time now, her legs were starting to tire and she sighed in relief when he said
"We're here." They walked, side by side into a narrow entrance that opened into a big territory with lots of dens. She noticed that some cats, stepped out and went to greet Blood and herself. She also noticed that their eyes gleamed with hunger,
*They must have waited for Blood to come back to eat.* She was starting to walk to a heaping pile of prey but a firm tail on her back belonging to a stranger told her to stay put. She heard Blood's voice ring out in the clearing
"Petal, a new cat, has come here-" He walked up to her and almost shoved her into an awaiting circle of toms that had lusting smiles on their ranging faces.
"-Now, we must perform the ceremony on this fresh blood female." They grinned with a horrofying mixture of lust and delight, pushing her, nudging her from all sides into a dark cave, reeking with the stench of blood and female. She felt an icy chill creep up her small spine...were these cats going to kill her...
"Now I will..." she couldn't hear the rest as some toms growled in anticipation.
Blood stepped up to her and beckoned for her to sit. When she hesitated, he pushed her down, down onto the stone ground, blood trickling from a cut one of the sharper stones gave her. He licked her neck, forwarding down until his tongue was on her shoulder, he purred husky, deeply and with an icy sense of reality she realized what was to happen. His teeth met with her scruff, and he tugged, clearly drinking up her yowl of pain. He grinned as she shivered, his tongue on her delicate flanks.
He flipped her over with one of his paws and he started to claw his way into her. She screamed as he entered her body. She felt weaker and weaker as he kept coming down on her, as if she were his size and not twice as small. She groaned in agony and then screeched in pain as he finally tugged himself out of her body. She felt herself dripping in shame and she shivered, she should have stuck to her wood, she should have ran away from this blood eyed cat...How could she have been so stupid! She wanted to yowl in frusturation but she felt light-headed.
Blood smiled and motioned for the big ginger tabby to step forward, he boomed in a husky voice
"Now that she has felt this for the first time," he licked his muzzle and continued on
"My faithful deputy, Flame, will make her a kit bearer and make her give birth to more females and make her a true coven cat." Flame grinned, clearly turned on by the 'initiation' ceremony and he stepped forward. He jumped and bit down on Petal's neck fur. His paws pinned her down and she heard him say in her ears in a husky and lustful
"If the kits are as alluring as you, then there will be some inbreeding in the coven..." She whimpered in pain
...She should have been a good kittypet and stayed in her nest, sleeping in the crook of a bent knee. She should have been happy to play with the twoleg kits, being fed and played with and at night exploring the mini-forest. She was stupid and this was her fault. She laid there and decided life would be easier if she sucked it up and tried to please him...as punishment to herself. She moaned in a faux pleasure and arched her back to let him in. He was fierce and hard, her kit body barely surviving as she was being crushed once more.
...She tried to lighten the pain of being...scarred.
