The Final Escape of the Tortured Servant
Chapter 1
A day in the life
Leopard's POV
Gingerstar14: I'm trying a new format for the Final Escape. There will be another book after this fic though. I could use some ideas for torture.
He he.
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(For who in my fanfic I'd like to be drawn) Last night I was drawing a picture of Leopard and Knife, and I thought I could ask someone on deviantart to draw some cats.
It was bright and sunny, and I streched and showed off my shining pelt. I flexed my claws and then sat down. I flicked my tail impatiently. Foxdung was late. Blue was on time, she'd taken a clawing from Rip though. At last the ginger she-cat limped into camp with her jaws full of prey. She dropped it at my paws. I eyed it. On the pile was a rabbit, two voles and a mouse. Pitiful for a whole morning to hunt. Wordlessly, I dug my claws into her nose. She leaped backward in pain.
"So-" She began, but I sliced a claw across her already sore ear I'd bitten this morning when I got her up. Blue limped over to me and dropped two voles by the pile. I glared at the two slaves, and turned away. I waited until they padded away to their nests, then looked around for Knife. Since running away from the Clans a week ago, he'd been called Knife again.
He was nowhere to be seen, but Talon was in the center of the camp grooming his whiskers. I strutted over to him. "So, where's Knife." Talon paused mid-lick and shrugged. He continued grooming himself and I snorted. "Whatever, fool." Talon said nothing. Rolling my eyes, I strutted away.
I saw Knife arouse from his mossy nest, and he streched lazily. I padded over to him. "Knife, do you-"
"Do I what?" He snapped. I glared at him. He was a bit grumpy. I wondered why.
But shrugging it aside, I meowed, "Do you think we should get more dung for the bedding? Also" I glanced around. "I've starved Foxdung for a week. How much longer shall we go?"
Knife pondered it, then with an evil grin, growled, "Another week, unless," He lowered his voice. "Unless she eats her dung- at will."
I flicked my tail. "Nice." Yawning, I decied to go down for a short nap. Foxdung was in her nest, just sitting there, grooming her pelt and trying to clean her wounds. I scooped some dung up in my claws and rubbed it on one of her fresher wounds. Foxdung cringed. "Now lick my paw clean!" I ordered. She obeyed, and when she was done, I padded over to my nest. After the moss Foxdung had collected, it was very comfortable. I closed my eyes and sleep crashed over me.
When I woke again, it was sunset. That was good, I thought. Tonight, since I wouldn't be tired, I could keep Foxdung up. I suddenly had a nice thought. I went and grabbed a small- but whole and juicy- mouse and padded past Foxdung and layed it by Blue's paws. Rip had said he'd fed Blue two days ago, so she would have to be hungry. The small she-kit looked up at me, her eyes round.
"Eat it, fool!" I hissed. She stared at me for a moment, then began to hungrily eat it. I motioned for Foxdung to come over. She limped over to me hopefully. "Look at Blue. She never tried to run away from us or be defiant. This is your punishment. Watch her eat it." Blue looked like she was about to stop for Foxdung's sake, but I knew she wouldn't dare.
Foxdung was doing all she could to not go crazy and take some food. I knew how she felt, but I didn't care. I watched her face for a while, then turned away as Rip stalked over to Blue. "I ordered her not to take any food!" He snarled.
"I gave it to her," I purred, my voice silky. "It's part of Foxdung's torture." Rip nodded, and began to groom his ear carefully. I knew why he was called Rip. He was a dark brown, and his left ear was torn at the top. It was nearly half as short as it should have been.
After Blue was done eating, I let Foxdung return to her nest. "Foxdung," I began.
"I'm Honeypaw. I'll be a ThunderClan warrior someday, just you wait! I learned how to fight, and-" She stopped and looked down at the ground, expecting a rain of blows. I didn't give her what she wanted. I just stood there.
I felt myself sliding down the gorge. I began scrabbling at the edge, and I was sure I was going to fall.
But I felt claws dig into my paw. I looked up to see Honeypaw. I gazed desperately into her eyes.
She could have let go, let her toturer fall to his death. But no, she pulled me up, and wordlessly joined Bramble.
I turned away from Foxdung and looked to the sky. Shame on you! A voice said. She saved you when she could've let you, her torturer die? Is this how you repay her? You should be treating her like a queen! I looked around and snorted under my breath, "Not on your life."
But each step I took, the breeze seemed to whisper, "Shame on you! Shame on you!" But I, ignored it.