O.o; Here is Chapter 1.... ;)
Chapter: 1
Author: Gingerstar14
Any other notes? This is basically the only chapter that has mild lemony stuff in it.
NOTE TO STORMFUR4EVER: I AM writing Scarlett Fever still; just be patient! ^^; I've been busy for a while.... O.o; And, we caught another mouse this morning. ^^; It refused to come out of the trap, so we shook it violently (O.o;) and it fell out, got up, and IMMEDIATELY zoomed off into the bushes. :3
Oh, by the way; my Internet is getting cut off on July 2nd because we're getting a new one. :( And we're getting the new Internet set up on July 3rd, in the morning. :) So, I WILL be updating more today and probably tomorrow, as well (although tomorrow is Canada Day, so I don't know; OMG if nothing bad happens there will be FIREWORKS), so rest assured; you'll still be able to read some stuff! ^^;
Chapter 1
"Serge, where do I put these two kits?" A young brown tom growled, prodding a small wet bundle of gray fur. He looked up on the pile of bricks where the other tom stood.
Sergeant Ice-eye glared at the tom from where he stood. His pelt was white with gray flecks, and one of his eyes were blank; he was blind. That was where he got his name. I didn't know the other tom, but every cat knows that Ice-eye is cruel and frightening.
"Stripekit, get back here!" a voice hissed to me. I turned away and slunk back to the back of the cage where they couldn't see us. That was where most cats hid. No one liked to be observed by Ice-eye."What were you doing? They'd have tortured you."
"Sorry, Ginger," I meowed to the ginger she-cat who had taken to being my mother since I was stolen from ShadowClan. She pressed against me as if she could protect me from the horrors of the word. And there certainly were enough horrors.
"AttenSHUN!" barked Ice-eye, and I knew he was assembling his Guards, the cats who stole and guarded the kits. That meant that soon they would have a torture session. They always said that it helped prepare us for when we were given masters, but I knew they enjoyed it themselves.
They had lined up the cages around the dump. The older cats muttered about some cats called BloodClan once living here, but I didn't understand much. A cold leaf-bare wind blew through the cage, making me shiver. They had three cats in each cage. This one cage housed Ginger, Twilight, and I.
Twilight was a gray tom that never said much. Once, he tried to escape, and they tortured him for days. He never said anything much since then. It worries me. I know these are cruel cats we live with, and not just because of what Ginger tells me.
I heard the snapping of cages being opened, and I shuddered up against Ginger. The snapping got louder, and soon I saw the unfortunately familiar rounded, black and white face of the cat that captured me from my camp: Dash.
"Hello, sweetie. You've just turned three moons old today. Guess what that means?" his voice was surprisingly high-pitched for a tom, but it didn't fool me. He was vicious. "Answer me!" he snarled when I didn't reply.
"Ahh...." I groped for a guess. Anything wrong would get me clawed. He motioned for us to come out, and I obeyed, followed by Ginger and Twilight. Most of the other cats were already out of their cages, sitting by a Guard.
"Three moons. You get to mate!" My fur stood up at his words. "Unfortunately, we have some customers, so they've got to choose their cats before we can do anything." His voice got suddenly angry. "It's almost worth buying you. After all, you've got such nice fur." He stroked my back, which made me shiver.
Then Dash's younger brother, a black tom called Jink, padded over, his tail high. "Dash, they want to take a look at Ginger and Twilight." He nodded to the four cats following him; a black and gray tom, a ginger tom, a brown tom, and a small blue-gray she-cat.
Dash's face twisted into a snarl. "Very well; don't want to keep our customers waiting." He stepped aside as the cats padded forward. Jink's gaze was all for me though. I kept my own gaze on the ground.
"Yes, yes. Not too young," the black and gray tom's voice sounded. "Where's that Sergeant of yours, eh?" His pelt brushed mine as he padded past me. I kept my head bent even lower as Sergeant Ice-eye padded forward.
"You'll take Ginger and, and Twilight?" he growled. I looked up to see the gray tom's eyes wide as he looked at Ice-eye's eye. But when Ice-eye turned he quickly turned back to Ginger.
"Yes, and, how much will that be?"
Ice-eye examined them. "Four squirrels and three mice each," he replied, flicking Ginger's pelt with his tail. The gray tom grunted. "Hand over the prey."
The blue-gray she-cat pushed eight squirrels, four mice, and two robins. "Is that okay? We only have four mice, but...."
Ice-eye let out a snort. "Whatever." The huge tom padded away coldly. "Put it on the prey-pile, Jink." The thin black tom nodded and picked up three mice and a squirrel and padded away, then appeared later to get the rest.
"Good-bye, Ginger," I whispered quietly as she passed. Ginger licked my ear sadly and continued past with the brown tom behind her. Twilight followed them more slowly. I watched; then a cuff around the ear unbalanced me. Dash was once again behind me.
"It's much too cold to be hanging out here." He fluffed up his fur. "Tell Kink I'm going to my den with this she-cat." he called to one of the other Guards. The Guard nodded and continued herding three kits out of their cage. I followed Dash around the side of the cages to where the Guard dens sat. He led me to one on the far right.
"I love when kits are young. They have such small little pus—" Dash began, only to be interrupted by a loud yowl from the other side of the clearing. "Those stupid kits need to shut up! When will they learn yowling makes us angrier?"
I just sat there beside him. Then he turned to me. "Ready, my sweet little playtoy?" I shook my head, my heart racing. Fear is cold and hot at the same time. But would he listen?
He rubbed his tail along my flank; then flipped me over on my back. Dash placed his paws on my chest and began licking the base of my tail. Then he moved up.... up.... I felt my pussy tighten as he began to lick in. I whimpered.
Then he stuck his tongue in. He licked around until I began to twitch, with—pleasure? I didn't like it, but it felt.... so.... so good? Then he slipped his member out and began rubbing it on my opening lightly. It made me go wild. I screeched. Some white liquid came out of the opening, and I squeaked.
Then he began pounding away on my pussy. In and out, in and out. I screeched in wild pain and pleasure. I thought it would never end.
"Yes, yes!" I screeched, as my small kit body stretched as he pounded away.
Suddenly a black head appeared in the doorway. "Dash, Ice-eye wants you," Jink called. Dash stopped and pulled out of me. I was still limp, and my fur was stained. He picked me up by the scruff and carried me back to the cage, which was now empty without Ginger or Twilight.
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It was dark when Dash appeared in the cage again. But this time he shoved two cats in the cage with me. I had been laying there motionless since he had first mated with me, but now I managed to raise my head.
"Hello," the she-cat meowed. She was small and cream-colored, and the tom was a large tabby. "Who are you? I'm Strawberry, and this is Bramble."
