"Feeling bad? Come and torture a she-cat!"
Fox was advertising me. Me. I was nothing to him. Of course not. I was nothing. I waited, pinned down by Steel with his claw at my throat.
A black tom with scars came up to me and growled, "I'm in a bad mood. I wanna make somebody hurt."
Fox said, "Of course. Bug will be your subject. One mouse please."
Navy narrowed his eyes and dished over a mouse. Then he muttered, "Thanks. My name is Navy."
I was let go and I cowered underneath the black tom. This was just like Vixen. He enjoyed my pain and horror. He flipped me over and over again, making my previous wounds scratch on the rough rocks.
Navy POV
Boy was I in a rotten mood. I had been attacked by cats and my prey had been stolen from me. I had to scavenge around to find a meager food supply. I was hungry and mad.
I looked at the golden she-cat pathetically cowering below me. I put a claw at her face and unsheathed it. She stared at me with horror. Her wide eyes cringed away from it. She looked like pancake on the ground. Ha. I flipped her over and saw the scars. Perfect.
I sunk my claws into the raw flesh and watched her scream in pain. Her eyes rolled upward and gagged. I put a paw on her throat and squeezed hard. She gasped and whimpered.
I slashed at her flank and shoulders. Blood poured out and I licked it from my paws. I slashed her cheek over and over again on the same spot. She yowled and shrieked for it to stop.
"Please! No! Please stop!"
I sunk my claws in more and more, watching her gasp for breath...
My turn is over now. I think I might follow this little group, mm?
POV changeback
My breath was coming in ragged after the hundreds of torturing I got today. Some kits even ganged up on me.
We traveled on after my masters ate their fill. I even got some scraps from Raccoon. Raccoon was the only one not snickering at my clumsy walk.
My pads were bleeding and leaving red marks on the dirt behind me. Steel traveled behind me, poking my wounds with sticks and stones. I yelped at each prod, and they laughed.
Finally, Fox told us to rest. Wait, not us, them. I wasn't included. Instead, I got a rake across the flank and a barking command to go and hunt.
I brought back a huge pile of prey, just enough to feed them and me. I picked up 2 mice and headed over to Fox. He glared at me and sniffed, "What took you so long?"
I mumbled, "Sor-"
A huge paw slammed my face onto a tree. Fox stalked over to me and scrubbed my face wounds onto the rough bark. I hissed in pain.
He growled in my ear, "Faster next time, my belly's rumbling, and when its hungry, its mean."
He let me go and kicked me with his hind legs one more time. I lay there for a bit, and stalked back to the prey pile. With a chaffinch and vole, I crawled over to Steel. I cowered there for a heartbeat, then retreated. Steel meowed, "Wait."
I slowly and hesitantly paced back. Steel raked his claws across my shoulder deep in my wounds. I yowled and tried to scurry off, but Steel grabbed my tail and pulled me back with surprising strength. I slammed into him, and he grabbed my neck and pushed my face into the ground.
Finally after smashing it into the ground over and over again, he let me go. My face was bleeding when I stumbled over to Vixen with a mouse and jay. She was bound to be the worst.
My breathing quickened as I lay across her feet. She eyed the blood on my head and shoulder. I wonder what she is thinking…
VPOV
I flipped her over onto her belly and back again. I unsheathed my paw and slowly sunk my claws into her belly. She screeched in pain as I slowly dragged it across her belly.
I kicked her in the wound and took her by the scruff. She was gasping in pain. I threw her into the middle of the clearing and called, snickering, "Come and get our dirt."
She slowly staggered to me and crouched by my dirt, waiting for my punishment. I shoved her head into the dirt and didn't let go as I ate my dinner. At first she wailed and struggled, but then she fell limp.
Is she dead? She certainly seemed so. I crunched down hard on her tail, and she shrieked, waking up. Then she fell down again. How stupid. I left her there for a little, until she came to with dung on her face.
Then she carried food to Raccoon. I watched as Bug lay down in front of her. Raccoon half-heartedly shoved her away on her wound and she scampered back into the clearing, where there was one last prey.
She picked it up and started to eat it. Angry, I pounce on her and ripped her ear. She screeched.
I ripped her.
I ripped her.
I made her hurt.