For some reason.... I didn't know exactly WHAT to do with this chapter, so I changed the writing style halfway through. XD But.... you can tell, can't you?! :(
Chapter word count: 652
Out Cold
Out cold.
The best way to take a prisoner.
The best way is to just knock them out. They'll be out cold!
I have been taking prisoners as slaves to sell for…. eh, the last twenty seasons, maybe? Supposedly, that would be five years in human language…. but I don't really care too much for human terms.
Hmm? What was that? You're asking…. who I am? Well, I'll tell you, little kit; I am Rock, the leader of DarkClan; the Clan that captures she-cats and forces them to mate with toms (who are warriors!), and then the she-cats are sold for prey!
Hmm…. I can see that you are trembling slightly…. I dare ask; is this because you are a she-cat? Don't worry, we don't hurt spiritual she-cats; only live ones!
What's your name? Blossomkit? And you come from…. ShadowClan, you say? Would you like to hear more about this Clan, Blossomkit of ShadowClan? Well….
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Rock jolted awake to the sound of screaming. What was he doing?! He was talking to a StarClan cat, for Spirit's sake; these cats were out to get him and bring down his Clan of many cats!
But anyways. Back to the screaming sounds….
Rock bounded out of his den to see what was happening outside, and let out a loud yowl of anger. He absolutely couldn't believe the sight before him! Exactly why was a she-cat fighting with and torturing one of his warriors in the middle of the Clearing?!
Other cats were watching: either they were laughing, cheering either one of the cats on, caterwauling in fear, or just staring in shock. Either way, they were all doing something; but none of them were actually helping the warrior! Why?! When Rock was there, usually somebody would help the cat being attacked by his own mate, and then the she-cat would be raped vigorously, many and many more times!
Rock struggled to remember his dream. It held answers! He was pretty sure that there was something about knocking the offensive party out cold…. oh, what did he say; and why couldn't he remember it?!
He briefly was distracted by a gleam of silver at the edge of the crowd. Of course. Breezepaw. It was the very pretty she-cat that had been claimed by Scarlett not long ago! Rock wanted her…. he wanted her so bad, that he could practically taste it! But even though he was leader, he couldn't take mates from his warriors…. and especially not Scarlett; he was the fiercest cat in the Clan, and he could rip anyone who made him mad (including his leader!) into shreds!
But anyways; back to the battle….
Rock noticed that some of his warriors had noticed him, and they had stopped caterwauling and cheering and whatever else they were doing.
Suddenly, he remembered his dream; so that's what he was both thinking and talking about! Knocking somebody out cold! He could do that to the offending she-cat!
He dashed up quickly, shouldering many different warriors and she-cats aside, and snuck up on the she-cat when she wasn't looking behind her, and…. he pounced!
He bopped her on the head, and she gasped and collapsed down onto her side. The warrior scrambled up. It was Foxy Feet, he noticed.
Foxy Feet bowed in front of him. "Thank you, thank you for saving me!" he purred. Then his voice turned serious, and he added, "And that's my mate, by the way; I don't know exactly why she attacked me!"
"Well, go to the Healer's Den!" Rock replied. "And get healed! Quickly!" he growled.
"Will do, Rock." Foxy Feet bowed in front of him again, and then he dashed away, scuttling off through the crowd, and Rock was left looking down at the she-cat.
The she-cat.
He had knocked out the she-cat.
And she was out.
Out like a light.
Out cold.