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Pit looked at Quick Run. He was glaring at her.
"Today you attacked me and defied BloodClan. Because of that, you will have two punishments. One has already been bestowed upon you in the scars you now sport on your back and flank. The other will be bestowed by me in the form of kits. To make it more of a punishment, you have not been allowed to choose your kits' father, and I have been chosen by Dark tiger to give you the punishment as I did your friend Plain. Escaping me can result in death." He growled. Pit was again sick to her stomach. She didn't want kits, let alone a BloodClan cat's. Before she could turn and try to run, Quick Run was on top of her. She could feel him going inside her, in and out. She wanted to scream in pain, but knew that would make it worse. He squirmed on top of her, his weight pushing her to the ground. She hated the feeling of him inside her. She moaned in pain as he became faster and harder. She squirmed out of reflexes, trying to get away, but
it made him move again harder and faster. Fear gripped her stomach and bones, threatening to engulf her, but then he stopped. She felt weak and dirty, dust caking her body. He pulled away, satisfaction in his eyes. Pit felt like she had been destroyed from the heart out.
"Clean yourself." He ordered. Weakly, not wanting to upset him while they were alone, she began to rasp her tongue over her body. She quickly removed the dust and stood up. Quick Run pushed her back to the camp entrance. Sure enough, Dark Tiger was still waiting.
"Ready?" Quick Run nodded and the two cats led Pit inside.