"No my dear." The small tabby mewed gently, "It will feel wonderful. StarClan has given me a gift, and I will share it with you"
Littlecloud entered her gently and kept a steady pace, even as she growled and hissed at him to go faster. She called out in pleasure and panted as he came inside her, filling her with his juices. She wished that Blackstar had given her a bigger tom to fill her up now, but Littlecloud would fuck her again and again until she would bare many of his kits.
Dusk, and it's grim duties had arrived. Oakfur, Cedarheart, Rownclaw and Owlpaw followed Russetfur out of camp and eastward, towards twoleg place. They wouldn't risk crossing ThunderClan territory, but would skirt around it and head towards the gardens of the soft kittypets. Soon enough they arrived, and spotted a quarry -- a beautiful spotted creamy-brown she-cat with black spots and a glittering coat. She was young, perhaps twenty moons, and a perfect target.
Russetfur gave the signal and Cedarheart pounced on her. The she-cat howled in surprise and withered as he held her down, but soon she ceased struggling as Rownclaw and Oakfur flanked Cedarheart, grinning down at her with bared teeth. Russetfur approached her, looking disgusted. "You didn't even put up a fight, you pretty thing. It will take a great amount of training for your kits to become one of us, but we will do it. What do they call you"
The she-cat, terrified, looked up at the other shecat with pale golden eyes. "They call me Usul," she squeaked fearfully, "Who are you? What are you doing here? Why are you doing this?" The other questions rambled from her mouth is a stream, garbled in her odd accent. "I am Russetfur, deputy of ShadowClan, Usul." The dark ginger she-cat had trouble getting the name around her tongue. "And you are a lucky, lucky little shecat," the kittypets eyes glazed over hopefully, but Russetfur's malicious words crushed her ideas of escape. "You are part of a grand plan. You will bear the kits of ShadowClan toms. You will be treated well if you do not struggle. The Clan will provide you with meat and pleasure from our tomcats giant sticks, and in return you will make us kits"
Usul was forced to follow the patrol, quickly learning there was no escape she become resigned and submissive, to which Russetfur took no notice. She would bear healthy kits, as would her other prisoners yet to be captured. The dark patrol slunk around the rain-slick streets of BloodClan territory, keeping to the shadows with Usul grouped between them. They had travelled too deeply into city territory now, and would not find more soft kittypets until they returned to the twoleg gardens. She-cats here knew how to defend themselves -- or they were already sex slaves to Rascal's pack. That was precisely why Russetfur was here; to find Rascal's guard and show the ShadowClan toms behind her what their Clan would become. But she was becoming uneasy. The territory had grown immemorable, despite the time she had spent here, and the feeling of being watched seeped from each shadowy flutter.
It didn't take long before three huge black tomcats leaped down from the rooftops, cornering the small patrol at the end of an alley. Tenor, Zeal and Agent. Russetfur knew them as Rascal's elite: identical tomcats save for their eyes and attitudes. Tenor had haunting yellow eyes, and was boisterous and rough, though deadly when need be, and cruel. Zeal had pale flashing green eyes, and was marked out by a maniacal voice and an even sicker mind. He, Russetfur remembered, was of all BloodClan a talented musician, and could caterwaul haunting melodies into the night air. Agent had cool, blue eyes like shards of ice. His temperament was the same, cold, and deadly, much like Scourge himself. All three were powerful and together a deadly trio of brothers. As the eyes of the ShadowClanner's met the haunting gazes of the BloodClan cats, the tension was suddenly broken by Tenor's brash voice.
"Russetfur! You old shrew!" The ShadowClan cat's bristled and circled their deputy protectively, but Russetfur strutted up to Tenor boldly, a sly grin pasted on her face as she brushed against him. Tenor returned the gesture, then turned to the group. "Who's you friends Rut?" he sneered, leering at Owlpaw as the young tom hissed. "We haven't seen your hide round here for moons, but 'Raz aren't browsing"
Russetfur returned to her place among the ShadowClanners, "These are my warriors Tenor, and Rascal ain't placing a filthy paw on them. Where is the old dog at these days? I want to see him"
"Don't go bossing around my crew, this isn't your territory," Tenor hissed, his eyes blazing. "Come on boys." Zeal and Agent both looked skeptically at Russetfur before turning around with their brother and leaping onto a dumpster, and from there onto a slick roof. Tenor hopped up and glanced back, "Come on. I'll take your friends and you to the boss"
Russetfur turned around and glared at her warriors. "Stick close to me. Tenor is a kittypet compared to some of the other cats around here." The other cats nodded soberly as they followed Russetfur. The thin line covered rooftop after rooftop single file until dawn began to appear. At one point, Tenor had leaped down to the street and raped a skinny ginger she-cat right in front of the other cats, to which Zeal had sprouted the comment that his brother "could find a she-cat in heat from ten miles around." Agent had killed the she-cat after Tenor had finished. Soon they approached a decrepit stone building, moss creeped up it's sides. The scents of she-cats in heat hit all seven cats and Zeal breathed in appreciatively, a maniacal mutter sounding under his breath. "Welcome to Rascal's palace." he announced delightedly to Owlpaw, oblivious as the younger cat recoiled at the scent on the black cat's breath.
The large patrol made a massive leap from the neighboring rooftop to the exposed rafters of the older building. Owlpaw came last, and Rowanclaw caught him on the other side as the young tom nearly missed the leap. Inside the procession silently left the sky air into an enclosed part of the building, and they followed Agent as he lead them down into the old twoleg building. In foreign territory -- outside the reach of the sky -- all five ShadowClanners, including Russetfur, pressed closer together. As they descended to the ground floor of the decaying building, they saw why they had been lead here. On a raised stone stage above the floor, a dark coloured ginger tom with a black spiked collar and spiky fur lay lounging on his side; she-cats of all ages littering the floor nearby, some sleeping or blinking at the intruders with lazy curiosity. The ones with the silkiest fur lounged nearby the tom in the centre. Blinking open his eyes with an arrogant yawn, Rascal didn't bother standing up to greet his visitors, but called out lazily, "Hail brothers; what have you dragged in noaw?"