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(I'm going to go to the end of the icy river one because I want to hurry up and get the wedding underway xD)
Sludgemilk's cold wet fur was pressed tightly against her body, but upon Blazingbluejay moving her from the water her fur stiffened. Pomegranatedecay's sister looked absolutely frigid and as promised, helpless. They had spent at least twenty minutes forcing Sludgemilk to grovel and weep to Pomegranatedecay, dunking her under at the slightest hesitation. Clawing off whatever pride Sludgemilk had left, reducing her to the sad curled up mess currently on the floor.
"Please, I need my claws," Sludgemilk whispered with a ghost of a voice.
Blazingbluejay leisurely held Sludgemilk's paw, propping it to an angle to get a good enough exposure of those gleaming nails of hers. She didn't even have to pin Sludgemilk down, she was too paralyzed from the cold waters. "It is true, if we take her claws then the only way she'll be able to give to WinterClan is by being a mate and mother... Or a really creative hunter," Blazingbluejay said.
Said sister sat far enough way form the proceedings to not get wet but close enough to be clearly seen. “What ever for? Did you not listen to Father? You’ll be a prime example of what a mother should be and for that what would you need claws for? Not to harm your kits or mate, surely not?!” She sounded horrified at the mere idea but if one was close enough, while looking into her eyes, they would see a pleased glint. Pomegranatedecay nodded her head to Blazingbluejay, her voice no longer holding that fake sincerity from before. “Hurry along now. She’ll need time to recover before the weddings. Can’t afford for her to come down sick or with another bought of frost bite before then.”
Her eyes, pleased still and yet taking on a bored tint, slide over to Sludgemilk once more. “Do be a doll, sister, and keep it down. No reason for lol of camp to know what’s happening.” From her position, body straight and proper, paw raised up to inspect her own claws, Pomegranatedecay looked as though no different than she would any other moment of the day. Prime and proper, stunning and composed, perfection walking. Completely opposite her younger sister, the once most envied in beauty she-cat in all of WinterClan.
Sludemilk's bright eyes were now brimming with tears as she stared up at her sister from the ground. This was really going to happen, they were going to take her claws away. They had reduced her to a pathetic mess, but now they wanted to finish her off by taking all of her fight away for the rest of her existence. But... After this they would let her go... They wouldn't bring up banishment once she had a mate. Or actively humiliate and mistreat her, just after this things could be like normal again.
Blazingbluejay gave a nod to Pomegranatedecay, gripping onto Sludgemilk's claw, pulling and then twirling it aggressively until she could pry it off, which took a sickening amount of time. Sludgemilk could only sob into the floor as Blazingbluejay made quick work of ensuring she could never fight back again. The entire time Sludgemilk never pleaded for the procedure to stop, only praying quietly for Lord Borealis to be merciful.
"Alright, you're all done stubby," Blazingbluejay said, tapping Sludgemilk's limp body. Walking off she pulled the pine needle branches over to Sludgemilk, beginning the process of wrapping her up in them. Not more than a fox length away was a pit of thorns waiting for Sludgemilk. Blazingbluejay tightened the branches around her until she could hear Sludgemilk gasp with pain as the needles shot into her.
Stepping back Blazingbluejay turned to Pomegranatedecay, "She's secure, but I figured you'd want to do the honors of rolling her into the thorn pit."
Sludgemilk repeatedly let out shuttered sobs, trying to control her breathing. She twitched slightly, still too cold to move, her face planted into the ground unable to see either of them, but could still listen. She knew what was happening next, they were going to leave her in a pit of thorns for the night and then it would all be over.... She would get married and everything would be as they should because if things weren't going back to normal she knew she wouldn't be able to get through this night. She had to believe she could redeem herself, work past this awful night.
