Warning: This chapter contains rape.
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Moonlight filtered through the trees as one cat padded along, her destination in mind being the Moonpool. 'I need answers.' She thought, gazing up at what stars she could see. For several night now, Leafpool had been having the same dream. Each time it shook her more, and no matter how she tried, its meaning continually eluded her.
It always began in the same way: smoke and heat. Panic would overwhelm her senses as she ran blindly forward, gasping for breath. She tried every time to call for help, but her throat rasped painfully and prevented anything more that a choked cry from escaping. The terrible sound of wood crackling as it burned incessantly swarmed like bees around her head, and she felt her pelt being singed repeatedly. There was nothing she could do but keep running. Her chest heaved uselessly as she could only part her jaws in a silent plead for Starclan's help. This would continue for what seemed like seasons until finally she would pitch forward, tumbling painfully head over paws over a fallen tree bough. Suddenly all of the heat would be gone, replaced by an eerily quiet landscape.
Blinking her eyes open, Leafpool would observe her surroundings for a moment, taking in the ashen gray coating everything, the skeletal charred trees barely standing. Then, lifting her head, a bit of color would catch her eye. Lying at her paws was always one green leaf, completely unscathed on the sooty ground. It transfixed her attention entirely as a light breeze picked up, blowing pale cinders over it. This image burned into her mind for a few more heartbeats until she woke up.
This omen was the reason Leafpool was out tonight, to seek help from Starclan. The terror it her dream brought her left a horrible foreboding feeling in her stomach... whatever was coming must be terrible. It left her even more frustrated that the safety of her whole clan rested on her, and she couldn't even decipher this one dream! With that thought, she quickened her pace, nearing the edge of Thunderclan's territory. Little did she know that there was a dark figure silently stalking her through the night.
By the time Leafpool began to sense something was amiss, it was far too late. In one moment, she'd gone from tentatively sniffing the air to being pinned underneath a large, furry mass. Her first instinct left her whole body rigid with shock, giving her assailant just enough time to effectively make sure she couldn't get away. By the time she returned to her senses, Leafpool could do little more but struggle and cursed herself for being so slow. A threatening hiss sounded from above her, message coming across complete with the sensation of claws digging into her pelt, threatening to draw blood. Leafpool stilled herself, though her mind raced. It was then that a familiar scent hit her nose, and she whispered the name it belonged to in disbelief. "A-Ashfur..?"
A blow to the head silenced her. "Shut it." The menacing cat growled, an extra layer of malice in his voice at having his name spoken aloud. Leafpool's head swam, both with questions and resounding pain. She dared not speak again though, for fear that the tom might do worse. After a few moments of silence, he spoke again. "Good. Now listen to me carefully: I'm going to get what I want from you one way or another. If you don't do exactly as I say, I'll slash your throat open. Understood?"
Leafpool was terrified now, unable to fully believe just what her clanmate was capable of doing to her. She quickly nodded, and soon felt some weight lift off of her body. She was then given a demand. "Get into a crouch." Reluctantly she obeyed to the best of her ability, all the while his dark intentions becoming clearer to her. Another command met her ears. "Lift your tail up." Leafpool hesitated for a moment before doing as he said, exposing her most private area to the cool night air. For a moment, Leafpool was sure she heard him mumble something along the lines of: "If I can't have her, I'll take you instead..." Ashfur began shifting now, grasping her scruff between his teeth. It didn't take long before she felt something warm poke against her entrance. Ashfur had positioned his already throbbing member there, and without further warning or preparation thrust roughly into the she-cat beneath him.
Leafpool let out a surprised cry at the sting of his sudden intrusion. She could feel him spearing her open, not wasting any time. The process was harder than it normally would be, no natural lubricant present to help slick the way. After a matter of seconds, their hips met, and Ashfur was snugly hilted inside her. She hadn't been touched like this since Crowfeather mated her for the first time on the night they ran away together, all those moons ago. What was happening to her now was the complete opposite.
Ashfur then began to slowly drag himself out, nearly to the tip, before slamming back inside. As a result, the barbs on his penis scraped along her vaginal walls with each withdrawal. He kept this agonizingly slow pace for some time, making small grunts through a mouthful of her scruff. Meanwhile, despite the pain, Leafpool could feel an unwelcome knot of pleasure forming within her, growing tighter with each merciless thrust. Burying her claws into the dirt, she tried to distract herself from the traitorous sensations he was causing within her body. Finally, Ashfur seemed unpleased by the lack of response he was receiving and set off on a blistering pace, one that she couldn't ignore.
Everything became a hazy blur of sinful feelings in a matter of moments for Leafpool. In the rapid change of his thrusting, Ashfur had inadvertently hit her sweet-spot, throwing her over the edge. Stars flew across her vision as she rode a climax, practically yowling her pleasure out into the night. Ashfur seemed to be faring similarly. His breathing had hastened into short pants, punctuated by sharp moans periodically.
As Leafpool began to come down from the height of her ecstasy, she became aware of his condition. Fear crept into her mind, as she knew exactly what was coming. She made several unsuccessful attempts to squirm out from beneath him, but the movements only served to excite the tom further. Ashfur began to lose control, bucking as fast as he could before he came into her. "Oh Squirrelflight!" He yowled at the release, eyes squeezed shut in euphoria. Hot, sticky seed shot deep within her body, making her eyes widen. It was too late. As his semen painted her insides, Leafpool felt despair overtake her. If she got pregnant this time, there would be no consolation in knowing she was growing round with kits fathered by a cat she loved. No, instead they would be those of a rapist, forever a reminder of this ordeal.
Leafpool winced when Ashfur finally pulled out of her. She was completely exhausted from her whiskers to the tip of her tail. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the grey tom pad away, leaving her here as if nothing had happened. Shame began to overtake her once the form finally disappeared. She weakly pulled her tail between her hind legs to cover her sore, abused hole. Casting her gaze upward, Leafpool could make out a few patches of stars between the boughs of trees. Only one question kept repeating in her mind: Why? She stared up at her ancient ancestors in the sky, searching gravely for an answer. None came. Eventually, she could no longer stave off the weariness threatening to pull her under. Letting herself succumb to it, she sunk into an inky black realm where no dreams pervaded.
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"...pool? Leafpool, are you all right?!"
A familiar voice slowly dragged Leafpool back into consciousness. Blearily, she blinked her eyes open to find a pair of green ones glowing with worry staring back. It took several heartbeats for her groggy mind to recognize that it was her sister. The light filtering through the tree canopy above made everything difficult to look at. "Sq...Squirrelflight..." She choked, images of last night flashing back to her. Her pelt burned with shame at the memories.
Squirrelflight's gaze trailed frantically over Leafpool's pelt, searching for signs of injury. Though she saw no outward signs, the way her sister's tail was tucked gave her a sneaking suspicion that she prayed wasn't true. "What happened?" She questioned.
Finding she couldn't meet her sister's gaze, Leafpool merely looked at the ground with a glazed expression in her eyes. She flinched slightly at the sudden feeling of a tongue rasping comfortingly between her ears. "I'll be right back." She heard Squirrelflight say softly. "The rest of my patrol is nearby. We can help get you back to camp." With that, she found herself alone. Cold dread slowly overtook her, fearing that a certain grey-pelted cat could materialize from behind a tree at any moment. The sound of pawsteps approaching caused Leafpool to flatten her ears and attempt to shrink into a ball. Instead of feeling harsh claws as she feared, she felt another lick.
It pained Squirrelflight to see her sister this way. Behind her stood Brambleclaw and Brightheart, who also looked on with concern. Approaching her, she attempted to reassure her that everything would be all right. It took some time to coax Leafpool up onto her feet, but soon enough they were on their way back to camp. While she supported her littermate from one side, Brightheart remained on the other should she stumble. Brambleclaw took the lead, though he glanced back every so often to exchange a look with his mate. Squirrelflight never stopped murmuring soothing words to Leafpool for the entire journey.