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Bleed it out
Jaykit padded out of the camp entrance, yawning. He had woken up and went to go to make dirt. Since the only other route into the dirt-place had been blocked when Mudstar became leader to keep the cats from getting out, he had to leave through the real camp entrance.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he only just noticed when Tornear caught him in his claws and glared down at him.
"What are you doing out here, blind kit?" Tornear teased, poking him with a claw.
"I—I just came out here to make—to make—dirt," Jaykit stuttered.
"That's not an answer!" Tornear roared. Jaykit knew that Tornear only hated him because he was blind. Tornear was supposed to be his mentor for when he became a warrior, and he hated every hair on Jaykit's pelt.
"Get lost," the gray kit muttered. He had better things to do than stand around here all day answering to Tornear.
"You dare defy me?" Tornear asked. His eyes got all squinty and angry, and he flicked his tail angrily. The next thing Jaykit knew, Weaselfur and Owlwhisker were surrounding him, eyes glowing with hatred, and a new thing—bloodlust?
Weaselfur and Owlwhisker held Jaykit down while Tornear clawed him. Jaykit shrieked in agony as Tornear tore chunks of skin from his underbelly, and then bit the red, bloody wounds.
"You see, this is what happens to you when you're blind." Jaykit barely heard Owlwhisker's coarse hiss down in his ear as he held Jaykit down, stinging his sides with his claws.
"Please stop hurting me!" Jaykit squeaked, in agony.
"No." The two toms grinned down at him. "Bleed it out."
And so, Jaykit did. And then, he passed out.
He woke up in the medicine cat's den, with no memory of the event, except for, "Bleed it out." He shuddered. He definitely did not want to experience that; like, not ever again.