This is short, but it's just an idea I had. ^.^; It's also something I'm doing in a BloodClan RP over at some forums I go on~! But it's only for members of MyWarriorCats, I think. The RP is still PG13, but I haven't gotten banned for any innuendos I might have suggested at yet...! :D
The First Torturous Impression
A new litter of kits has been born in BloodClan's camp—BloodClan, the Clan where they take cats and torture them and make them hunt, training them to be strong, withstand torture, and be slaves.
A yellow tabby's amber eyes glint maliciously as he stares at the litter, wondering which kit to take. They are one day old. Now's the time to make lasting impressions; after all, if they don't get trained from a young age, who's to say they won't rebel?
He grabs a tiny black she-kit. The mother slave cries out in protest, and he gives her a withering glare. That's all he can do, as they can't torture nursing mothers. The nursing mothers aren't just indispensable; they can't just be thrown away like old prey bones; they are the ones who produce the best, most resilient, most obedient young slaves, and without them, the Clan wouldn't be as prosperous as it is today.
He drags the kit to the kit training area next to the nursery, making the journey as painful as possible for it. She yips and squeals as he drags her across the rocks. Once they reach their destination, the tom lays out on her back, fastening her four paws into cuffs.
He leans down and growls, "You work for us now. Got it, slave?" He claws her belly lightly. He can't go too sharp on her; she'll bleed too much, and may die. It's happened before. He growls in satisfaction at the tiny beads of blood that pop out from the little wounds. She mewls. "GOT IT?" he hisses again.
She nods her head vigorously, but whether out of obedience or fear, he can't tell.
He claws her belly, and this time, the mother's wail is louder than the kit's own. She knows her little baby is being hurt, and the tom is joyful about that. He laughs maniacally.
But it's time to put the kit away now. Just a small lesson for the first day—that can be reinforced and worsened over time, he knows. He un-cuffs the she-kit, drags her back and throws her into the nursery, and walks away with a small hiss of satisfaction.
