If I owned Warriors, then Leafpool would have stayed with Crowfeather, and Brambleclaw would have been pushed off a cliff.
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Chapter 3 of I Am A Prisoner of Tigerstar
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Tigerstar plushies and machine guns for everyone!
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Enjoy!
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Graystripe's POV
"Sandstorm!" I yowled, pushing at my capturer and trying to get to my Clanmate who, at the moment, was bleeding uncontrollably and being dragged along the ground to Mudfur's den.
"Shut up, mousebrain," growled Russetfur, who was guarding me. She pushed me away and raked her thorn-sharp claws across my face.
For the one millionth time, I regretted going out to search for Sandstorm alone earlier. I remembered when Blackfoot had captured me, and when I had woken up in a small foxhole that reeked like crowfood and almost wasn't big enough to hold me. I also could clearly remember when I had watched—from a tiny hole in the wall I found—Sandstorm being attacked by Blackfoot and Jaggedtooth. I had looked on in dismay as they tore her and violated her, and I had tried to get out of the foxhole, only to be stopped by Russetfur.
Now she was pushing me out of the hole and I was roughly shoved into another, and bigger, den, and Russetfur closed me in by pushing a large rock in the entrance. It wasn't as dark in here as it was in that foxhole, and I gasped as I saw Onewhisker, Mistyfoot, Stonefur, and…
"Stormpaw! Featherpaw!" I ran to my kits, who buried themselves in my fur and wailed.
"Father!" mewed Featherpaw. She fixed her bright blue eyes on mine. "They got you too?!"
I looked at Stonefur. "What happened?" I asked him.
Stonefur sighed, and I noticed he was skinny, every rib showing through his gray fur. "Tigerstar put us—" he waved his tail at my kits and Mistyfoot—"in here because we're Half-Clan. And I'm not quite sure, but I think he took you and Onewhisker to try and force Firestar to surrender in hopes of getting you back."
Onewhisker growled. "When I get my paws on that mangy, crowfood-eating, ShadowClan scum, I'll tear his pelt off." He flexed his claws, as if imagining he was shredding Tigerstar's dark tabby fur.
"Father, do you think Tigerstar's going to kill us?" Stormpaw meowed anxiously.
"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I hope not. And trust me, if he lays even one paw on you two," I looked at my two huddled kits, "I'll rip each and every life from him, I promise you that."
Mistyfoot stepped forward. "And you'll have us to help you." Stonefur and Onewhisker nodded agreement.
"While you rebels are chatting," drawled a voice from outside, "Tigerstar wants you." Blackfoot sauntered into the cave, and I hovered protectively over my kits. "Oh, he doesn't want the half Clan apprentices. Just you four." As he spoke, three other TigerClan cats pushed Onewhisker, Stonefur, Mistyfoot, and I out in front of the pile of bones Tigerstar was sitting on. I scanned the clearing for Sandstorm, but I couldn't see her, and that made my fur crawl with fear.
Tigerstar's eyes gleamed down at us, and then they found me. I glared back at my former Clanmate, wondering how a cat could turn so evil.
"What do you want, Tigerstar?" I spat at the menacing tabby.
Tigerstar unsheathed his claws, which were curved and longer than any I'd ever seen. I gulped when I thought of how badly they could injure a cat.
"Firestar already has noticed your disappearance, the stupid kittypet. And as the next Gathering is tomorrow, he will of course tell every cat there. Since I do not want suspicious warriors on my tail, I have a wonderful plan." Tigerstar waited for one of us to say something. When we stayed silent, he frowned and continued. "I will tell everyone that a few of my warriors have gone missing as well, and their suspicions will disappear. I thank Blackclaw and Oakfur for volunteering to be the missing cats. And now," Tigerstar's eyes glinted with evil amusement, "you four will be taught what happens to prisoners who are disobedient. Jaggedtooth, Blackfoot, Russetfur, Boulder. Teach them."
"With pleasure," Blackfoot growled. "I'll take Graystripe." He ran at me, and I hissed and prepared to fight back. Blackfoot leaped at me, and I tried to throw him off, but I had not eaten since dawn on the day I was captured, so I was weak. Blackfoot easily pinned me down and raked my claws down my right eye. Blood clouded my vision there, and I was half blinded. I feebly batted my paws at my attacker, but my attempts were useless. Blackfoot clamped his teeth on my tail, and I felt hot blood start gushing from the wound, and I yowled in pain. From the eye I could see from, I saw Blackfoot pick up a rock in his teeth. I found out what it was for when he ground it into my back. My fur was worn off, and Blackfoot rubbed dirt into the raw skin, causing my body to scream in agony.
It was too much. I summoned up the little strength I had left and sprang at the massive white cat. I clawed him in the side and he hissed, "Darkstripe!"
Another former Clanmate of mine rammed into me and pushed my head under a deep puddle of water. The water held no air and I writhed, trying to escape. I could faintly hear voices above the surface.
"Darkstripe, let him up. He's going to drown. Remember what Tigerstar said, we can't kill them, just torture them."
"So? He's not drowning yet. I'm just waiting for him to get knocked unconscious, then I'll let him up."
Unconsciousness would surely come soon, for blackness was pressing in on the eye that wasn't swollen and bloody…
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Mistyfoot's POV
I gasped as I saw Graystripe go limp under the water. Had Darkstripe drowned him? I tried to run to my friend, but Jaggedtooth held me down. "I'll show you not to run away," he hissed in my ear. He pulled at my front leg, and I heard a snapping sound, and immediately I screamed in pain. Jaggedtooth had dislocated my leg!
He did the same to my other legs, and my body was limp and I was unable to move—from pain and my legs.
Jaggedtooth grinned. "Did you like that?" He glanced sideways, smirked, and began dragging me along the ground to the dirtplace. I cried as I figured out what he was going to do, and I willed my legs to move so I could get away. They didn't move, of course.
Jaggedtooth shoved me into a corner and pushed my face into a pile of dung. It filled my nostrils and I choked on the horrible reek.
"Eat it!" snarled my torturer.
I shook my head, and Jaggedtooth yanked me back and shoved his paws down my throat. "EAT IT!"
I choked and spluttered, unable to breathe, and Jaggedtooth pushed my face in the dung again. This time he made sure my mouth was open, and I was so disgusted at the taste in my mouth that gave me enough strength to lift my face out of the filth. Unfortunately, Jaggedtooth had pinned me down again and began to whisper in my ear.
"Beg me for it," he growled. "Beg me for torture. Beg!"
I suddenly wondered if maybe if I did that he would let up a bit. "Please!" I gasped. "Make me suffer! Let my blood flow!"
"Good prisoner," he snarled. He slit my belly open and I screamed in pain again. Then Jaggedtooth dragged me out of the dirtplace and yowled to Tigerstar, "This one has learned!"
"Perfect," Tigerstar replied. "Now take her to be treated; I can't have her die yet."
I was aware of being dragged again, and before I blacked out completely, I heard Jaggedtooth tell me, "See what happens when you beg for pain? I give you less pain."
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Onewhisker's POV
I saw Mistyfoot disappear into the medicine cat den, and I felt relief for my fellow prisoner—but fear for myself, as Russetfur bit my ear, tearing it. "Stupid WindClanner," she hissed. "You're going to wish you hadn't let Firestar bring you and your Clanmates back from exile!" She dug her claws into my belly, and tore off a bit off my skin, which hurt so badly I was winded for a moment.
Russetfur backed up, then ran at me and slammed her body into mine, and I felt one of my paws twist as she ground it into the earth. I wondered if it was broken as I tried to put weight on it and it collapsed under me. So, unable to walk, I tried to crawl away, but Russetfur sank her teeth into my tail and dragged me back. I yowled as she ripped claws down the length of my body, and then she pushed on my throat. I writhed and squirmed as my airway closed and my breathing was cut off.
Still keeping one paw at my throat, Russetfur raked her claws down my face and over one eye. Blood covered me.
And I still couldn't breathe.
Black spots swam in front of me, and I was drifting off into a sea of darkness, not even aware that Russetfur had removed her paw and was now pushing me into a tangle of thorns.
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Stonefur's POV
I spat defiantly into the eyes of Blackclaw. I knew it was useless to struggle against him, because I was outnumbered four to one. Since Graystripe, Onewhisker, and my sister were unconscious and being treated by Mudfur, I now had three extra torturers. Wait, make that four, if you counted Darkstripe. Dirtstripe, I thought.
I kept silent as Blackclaw sank his claws into my forehead. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of hearing me scream.
"You might want to stop being all noble and quiet, because it will only earn you more pain," Jaggedtooth growled to me. He exchanged a glance with the others and together they jumped on me and ripped at me as if their lives depended on it.
My silence was broken as I realized my fur was entirely red—blood red. I yowled, all my pain and anger put into that yowl, and I yowled so loudly that Russetfur covered her ears.
Suddenly, my yowl was cut off as something smashed into my skull and I heard a crack.
I welcomed the wave of blackness that washed over me. I embraced it, and felt nothing.
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Tigerstar's voice rang out to the torturers.. "As soon as the prisoners are treated, put them in separate cages and report back to me. Bring Sandstorm as well."
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Yay! Chappie 3 is done! Ooo! What will happen to poor Sandstorm? Find out in Chappie 4!
But…I won't put Chappie 4 up until I have ten reviews!
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~LenzieKat~
Tell me if you want me to have more cats captured. If I'm in an evil mood, I may capture them AND torture them. MUAHAHA!