The Final Escape of the Tortured Servant

Chapter 6

Flying Jay

Honey's POV

Gingerstar14: Short again, but AMBERLEAF wrote it! Amberleaf, you are a talented writer!

WANTED:

Knife- silver tom with white paws, and left leg has white about halfway up from the paw. Black ear.

Leopard- HUGE golden tabby tom

Talon- dull brown tom, white paws

Rip- dark brown tom, ripped left ear

Midnight- black tom with a silver hind paw and muzzle

Teshika- small ginger she-cat with claws reinforced with dog teeth, reddish paws, and a spiked tail

Blue- tiny blue-gray she-cat

Honeypaw-pale golden she-cat

if you want to draw these cats, go ahead, but tell me first.

I screeched in agony as Leopard tore his claws down my leg. I screamed again and writhed around. "Faster next time with the prey," he growled at me. "My belly's hungry! And,"he added menacingly, "when it's hungry, it's MEAN." I squirmed uncomfortably in reply. Leopard sunk his claws into my throat and I choked. I realized that he was -- very impatiently though -- waiting for me to answer.

"Y-y-yes Le-Leopard!" I gasped.

Leopard released his claws and growled, "Okay. Fine. But be faster next time. Now go to Teshika. I heard she wanted some prey from you."

"Fine," I sighed, getting up to go. Leopard raked his claws down my spine and I looked back, my eyes watering.

"Never be defiant!" he hissed I gazed into his eyes and saw regret. Regret? I realized he'd never forget that I'd saved him.

"Yes master," I said, bowing my head down. This seemed to please him, for he let me go with an amused glint in his eye. I grimaced, and carried on toward
the fresh-kill pile, selecting a mouse and a jay for Teshika, padding toward my impending doom on unsteady paws.

My pulse quickened and my breathing became labored as she flicked her tail angrily and I lay, belly side up, across her feet. She only looked down at me
with an amused and evil look in her eye. She must have some horrible torture ready for me.


Teshika's POV

Foxdung was SO stupid. And best of all, she was mine to torture. Funner than those BloodClan kits when they misbehaved. Funner than watching their mothers gasp in terror as they had to watch their kits be tortured. She padded up to me with a mouse and a blue jay in her jaws. I eyed the prey. Scrawny. That was bad. Some horrible torture was in store for her.

I flicked my tail and she lay across my feet, belly side up. Her wide eyes shone up at me with fear, and -- was that? -- a glint of defiance in them. I decided to start off the torture meeting with some suspense. I put my paw right above her face and unsheathed my claws coolly. Foxdung's eyes widened, and she whimpered in fear.

I put my claw right above her eye until I was sure that was all she could see. She opened her mouth to say something and I jabbed my claw right in her eye! Blood flew everywhere and she screeched in agony. I slowly dragged my claw down her face, through her neck, down onto the edge of her belly, down to the tip of her tail.

And through it all, she was screeching in agony. I grinned. More fun play-time. I let the screeching die down and waited until she was attentively watching me again with wide, frightened, bloody eyes. I slowly sunk my claws into her upturned belly and watched her eyes roll upward. Then she screeched in pain as I slowly
pulled them across her belly, smirking all the while.

Then, while she was screaming, I put a paw on her throat and squeezed -- hard! Her voice cut off mid-scream and she began to choke and gag. I grinned. Now was the time for mass torture. Moving my hind paw onto her throat to keep her at bay, I used my two front paws and began attacking her throat and her belly. Blood flowed from the wounds, staining the ground and my paws. I licked the blood from my paws, but there was not much I could do about the blood on the ground, unless...

My thoughts were cut off mid-sentence as the brambles at the entrance to the camp rustled wildly and a gray tabby tom rushed in, followed by a black she-cat and a golden tabby tom. I pushed Foxdung away and she got up immediately, while I stood up in a threatening stance.

"Honeypaw!" the gray cat gasped as he tasted the air. "I knew I would find you here!"