I'm sorry for being bad at writing xD
Highpaw cried in pain as claws ripped through her pelt. Someone had seen her talking to Sandykit. She was being punished. She took in a deep breath as the claws withdrew themselves from her pelt.
"Just like her mentor."
"What a shame."
"Poor kit."
Highpaw sparred a glance at Sandykit, who stood next to her and also had blood dripping from her pelt.
"I hope they both die."
"Evil rule breakers!"
"We should kill them both before they break a major rule!"
"That she-cat is going to end up like her mentor."
Highpaw slightly hissed at the mean comments.
"Sandykit. Highpaw. Have you learned your lesson?" Asked Dawnstar.
Highpaw bowed her head. "Ye-"
"No!" Sandykit yelped suddenly. Dawnstar glared at her. "I don't get what's so wrong about talking!" The little she-kit squeaked.
"Punish them more." Highpaw felt the claws run through her pelt again. Why didn't Sandykit just say yes?!
Highpaw licked her scared pelt. Her fur was mangled from the beating she and Sandykit had received. Neither of them were to receive medical attention that day. Sandykit hadn't ever given up. She kept saying what she believed. Talking was not wrong. Highpaw's terror returned as she remembered the weak form of the small kit, barely even breathing, as claws were dragged through her body.
Shuddering, Highpaw stepped out of the apprentice den. A few drops of blood escaped from her not entirely heal wounds as she moved.
...what was so wrong with talking anyways?
Amazing...this is working...
How is this even possible?
The clan say a kit being beaten up and no one's belief is even shaken?
I wouldn't say that.
Huh?
Look.