The 100 Tales Challenge

by Amberleaf le Haunt

I'm battling against other authors to see who can write 100 Tales first! Wish me luck! ;3 Rated T, just to be safe. OMG I SHALL WIN! Hehe. XD EDIT: I HAVE NOW OFFICIALLY WON THE 100 TALES CHALLENGE! YES! WHOOT! GO, ME! :3 ;

86. Please, NO

100 Tales 86

Please, NO

It was a peaceful night. Lionpaw was returning from evening hunting patrol, carrying three mice in his jaws. Hollypaw, herself, was carrying two mice, a starling, and a vole. It'd been three moons since the return from the mountains, and everything was going well…. Hollypaw pondered this thought. Suddenly, she heard a rustle above the hollow. She looked up. Was that a pair of unblinking amber eyes she saw in the bushes above the hollow? She blinked her own green ones, and they were gone. Was it just a figment of her imagination? Probably, she thought.

***

A screech sounded above the hollow. Something tore through the thorn tunnel.

"ATTACK!" yowled a voice.

Hollypaw jumped up at the battle cry, and raced into the camp, out of the apprentices' den, her claws unsheathed.

Cats were prowling into the camp, after a large cat, probably their leader, Hollypaw guessed.

ThunderClan warriors and apprentices leaped on the rogue cats, snarling, and claws unsheathed. The fight had begun.

She saw Firestar and Sandstorm race out of Firestar's den, snarling, but their eyes were wide with terror.

"BloodClan! Bone!" Firestar panted, skidding to a stop in front of a huge black-and-white tom.

"That's right, kitty," Bone snarled, grabbing Firestar and pinning him down. Bone was huge, his massive paw covered Firestar's belly and chest. He whispered something in the leader's ear, and Firestar nodded fearfully, his eyes round with terror. "We are BloodClan, and I am the leader, Bone!" he yowled triumphantly.

"ThunderClan, you stupid cats! Look here!" he called, holding his claws above Firestar.

All the warriors and apprentices in the clearing looked up at Bone, allowing the cats they were fighting with to pin them down, and rake their claws down their flanks.

"Ha!" Bone yowled. More cats filed in and surrounded each ThunderClan warrior, two to one. "You cannot get away this time! My warriors will torture you!"

Hollypaw let out a squeak, as the cat that was holding her down, a huge cat, whose massive paw covered her entire body when down, pushed his claws deep into her face. He flipped her onto her back, and before she knew what was happening, a third cat, holding a branch, hung her on it by her front paws. The first cat positioned himself on her belly side. The other cat, who just came in, positioned himself on her back side. Two others covered her sides, and another kept her on the branch. Her Clanmates were suffering the same.

"BloodClan, torture!" Bone ordered.

Before it started, the first cat at her belly said, "I'm Kill," the second at her back said, "I'm Torturer, BloodClan's best," the third, at her right side said, "I'm Ripper," the fourth at her left side said, "I'm Flesh-lover," and the one who was holding her on the branch snarled, "I'm Prisoner-keeper. I let my comrades torture my prisoners. You, my young friend, will get seriously injured tonight. We will kill you after you've suffered-" Hollypaw hoped it was only a few moments "-The full night." Her spirits sank.

The BloodClan warriors raked her back, sides, limbs, belly, chest, and head all simultaneously, and she was soon dripping blood, and her limbs hung limply at her sides, broken, and her skin was exposed, raw and bloody.

She let out a pained yowl, and saw Lionpaw was in even worse shape, but he was slinking away, dripping blood, to the medicine cat's den. There was a rope-thing, broken and mauled, on his branch, but he was slinking away slowly. His captors had forgotten about him, and were eating his tail, three of his paws, both his ear tips, and flesh and blood they had managed to rip off of him. Hollypaw gasped in pain as her captors tore half her tail off. Then, she saw Rosekit race out of camp, possibly to ShadowClan, for help.

Her captors tore off her ear tips, one of her pads, then gorged himself on the paw. They raked her back slowly, enjoying her cries of pain. Hollypaw tried to struggle, to kick, but her captors gripped her throat, chest and belly tightly in their teeth, and she went still. They released their grips and went on raking.

"Please, NO," she yowled.

"Oh, yes," they hissed with laughter. "Oh, yes."

Please…. StarClan, no, she pleaded, in her mind and in her head.