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Dottymask had invited Silverfury to the nursery for the good news. Lately they had been hooking up on and off, but this time there was rewarding news that had come out of it. Not that anyone in the clan would be surprised, everyone knew that they were seeing each other despite Silverfury already having a mate. But they were both pureblood WinterClan cats, it just made sense. Unfortunately Dottymask was a rather young feline so she wasn't a part of the arranged marriages that took place. She was still too much of a fresh faced apprentice graduate, but that didn't slow her or Silverfury down.
Unfortunately Dottymask had her paws full with Rottenkit, he was in for a world of pain. Not only had he played pranks on the warriors, but he was the one that got his brother punished by WinterClan. She knew Rottenkit already felt bad for getting his brother in trouble, but "feeling bad" was not a punishment in this family. By the time Silverfury entered the nursery she had already caught Rottenkit, holding him down under her paw while she contemplated what to do with him.
Silverfury began to purr as his eyes settled on Dottymask's soft long fur. Ever time he saw her he saw all of the best qualities of WinterClan: Strong, beautiful, dangerous. She really deserved more credit, especially since she was raising those atrocious demon kits all on her own and doing a good job. He had seen even the fiercest of hearts soften in motherhood but not Dottymask. Every misbehavior was rewarded with swift and severe punishment, that statement proven fact as he noticed Rottenkit pinned beneath her paws.
"Would you like me to deal with him?" His deep voice rumbled as his gaze settled on Rottenkit now. Pathetic little thing, he was used to dealing with these runts now since he had been hooking up with Dottymask so much, but that look of disgust he gave them never changed. He lowered his head to the kit's level, his eyes like flints of steel, harsh and brutal,"What did you do this time, little rat?"
"Silverfury," Dottymask purred as soon as he came in, "I'd like to see what you're capable of," She said in a curious playful tone. Her paw squished Rottenkit's body further into the ground to get his attention, "Tell him what you did."
Rottenkit's eyes were teary as he stared across the floor pitifully at Silverfury's paws. Usually he had a lot more bite, but it seemed today he was more resigned, "I put rotten freshkill under warriors nests, but I convinced Nobodykit to do it too. It was my idea, but when we got caught I apologized and he didn't," He said, his eyes tearing up with guilt, "And now Nobodykit is exiled for a week."
"How do you think that reflects on our family? You made your own brother get exiled, he could die out there. Your brother would mouth off, but it was only under your influence that he got punished," She said, but smiled noticing that for once Rottenkit didn't fight under her paw or give any remark back. She was still devastated that Nobodykit was exiled, but at least this was doing Rottenkit some good.
"Nobodykit and Rottenkit were behind that?" Silverfury said although of course he had already known this. His nest had been one of the ones affected and gossip - especially related to the demon kits - always spread fast, "Care to tell me why you and your brother thought that this would be a good idea? Did you really think you wouldn't get caught?"
The massive silver tom lowered his head to Rottenkit's level, putting his claws under his chin and jolting his head upwards and looing him right in the eyes. Their faces were so close together that Rottenkit would be able to fear Silverfury's breath again his whiskers, "And look at me when I'm talking to you."
Rottenkit already hated where this lecture was going, but his mood changed as the tom fearlessly got closer to him. No one ever dared before, they always treated him like the plague, but he could feel Silverfury's breath against his face. His dark amber eyes narrowed at the tom, "Yes sir," He said with a cheeky smile that faded almost as soon as it came, "I just thought people who live such a spoiled life would like prey as spoiled as they are."
Dottymask gasped, "Rottenkit" She scolded immediately. He never talked back like this to her, but clearly he was out of control if he was willing to talk to a warrior, his superior like this. Her indigo eyes glared down at her Rottenkit, Wintrystar banished the wrong son. Nobodykit didn't deserve to be banished, he never caused trouble unlike Rottenkit did. He was just smart enough to know when to shut his mouth to get out of trouble. Which begged the question why he was being so gutsy to Silverfury.
Silverfury unceremoniously dropped Rottenkit's head and left. A few minutes later a putrid odor wafted into the den, one that Rottenkit would have been familiar with from his little prank, but it was worse somehow, more ripe and aged. When Silverfury returned he carried one of the rotten pieces of prey, a decomposing pika that was a little bit more than half the size of Rottenkit. In the day or so since the demon kits' "prank," it had been left out exposed to the elements instead of buried. No other animals messed with it. Not even the crows.
"If you thought that this rotten fresh-kill was such a treat to put in our nests, then it's only fair that I return the favor. No wonder your name is Rottenkit. You must have always had a taste for this," Silverfury's eyes glinted in the low light but what was more distracting was his toothy grin. He'd planned this and loving every minute of it, "This is just one of the pieces. I've saved all the prey you put in the Warrior's nest. You'll eat nothing else until it's all gone, starting with this one, right now."
*I wanted to go super detailed on this rotten rodent but I held myself back for you Faith xD
He was five moons old, but already knew if there was a low he didn't think someone would go, he would be wrong. Demons served or were forced to serve, there wasn't a single command he never followed because that wasn't an option in this clan. He had outgrown his attempts at arguing he deserved justice because he knew better now that warriors got justice, not abominations like him.
Pride was overrated, but control, he wanted that. He wanted what Silverfury had, the ability to say no, the ability to deliver force to get his way. When he looked down at the prey that he couldn't even identify the species of he could see the control Silverfury held on him. Savagely he dug into it, tearing apart the flesh from the weak bones before swallowing the flesh whole. The speed alone was like something someone would expect from a carnivorous monster. He licked his lips, "I better have-" He gagged, "a big appetite then." He felt weaker as he swallowed down the sick bubbling up in his throat. He wanted to be strong, to ask for more prey, to eat it all now so he wouldn't have to everyday, but he was realizing that eating that one tiny pika alone was already torture to keep down in his stomach. He wouldn't be able to handle another. He wasn't as tough as he wanted to be.
The last thing he wanted to do was have to beg Silverfury for mercy or worse be held down and force fed the sickening prey. This was a new game entirely, he was used to taking beatings, but not this.
(I don't usually mind gore if it's not a person. If it's a monster, a corpse, a gory environment, those are usually okay. It's only when the gore is attached to someone that the reader naturally sympathizes with and puts themselves in their shoes that I get grossed out, but I appreciate the care!)
Silverfury had expected, in fact, wanted, the kit to moan and groan about the punishment, refuse to eat it or, better yet, try and fail to keep it down. It made him feel powerful, twisted as it was, to make someone else do something that they didn't want to do. Not many cats had that type of authority. Seeing Rottenkit gobble it up was a let down to say the least, but it also brought a crooked smile to his face, he wasn't dumb. The hungry look in the kit's eyes was certainly not for the crowfood.
'I better have a big appetite then.'
Silverfury slammed his massive paw against Rottenkit's side and pinned him to the ground, pressing on his stomach, the kit may be a demon but even a demon would struggle to keep a meal like that down with outside pressure like that, "Judging by your attitude, I don't think you've learned your lesson," He unsheathed his claws and dug them deep into the kit's soft belly fur, holding him there. He then turned his head to Dottymask, "I think you have been too soft on this one. He's too... comfortable."
Before Dottymask could reply, he drug his claws upward, scoring scratches from the kit's stomach fur all the way to the top of his back. He made sure to shift his angle as be moved, it was not a straight line by any means. He released his grip for only a moment before flipping the kit on his other side, the clear intent being to repeating the process, "Dotty, dear, will you hold him down for me?"
Rottenkit realized his mistake as soon as it was too late. Silverfury slammed him to the ground as the slightest whimper escape him. His stomach gurgled as his paw was pressed down hard onto his stomach. He grimaced trying to hold down the sour prey, but lost it all on the floor when Silverfury plunged his claws into his stomach. The feeling stung like venom in his gut leaving his throat slimy, and his skin hot to the touch. He gagged at the stench of his own mess, but hardly had time to react before his stepfathers claws sliced from his stomach to his back. He cried out, but the dragging of the other toms claws an unforgiving kind of slow, turning his cries to screams. His entire face blushed red with embarrassment at how easily he screamed like the rest of his siblings. He wasn't as though as he thought he was.
Time moved slower, giving him the illusion that there was more time to react. When he finally registered that Silverfury had, for just a moment, removed his paws from him he attempted to move, but there was no struggle as Silverfury easily rolled him over causing him to cough up more of his meal. He stared ahead, trying in a desperate effort to look pathetic, weakened. Anything to keep them from actually beating his spirit.
"You're right I have, I should have been harder on him in his younger moons," Dottymask said watching her son suffer on the floor, "It's great for him to have a tom like you in his life, he'll learn his place in no time." She placed her paws over Rottenkit holding him down onto his side.
Silverfury made sure to flip Rottenkit onto his own sick, the stomach bile and remnants of his recent meal seeping into the scratches, worse even than rubbing salt into the wound. He repeated to score the young tom on his opposite side, but he was able to take his time since Dottymask was helping him hold the kit down. All of the scratches were deep but he was careful not to go too far and make them lethal.
Cherry-red blood covered his white paw pads as did some splattering on his chest and muzzle. Silverfury looked positively gruesome but also beautiful, the picture of many generations of WinterClan's grooming of deadly intent. Placing his paw on Rottenkit's neck, he waved Dottymask away and leaned down close to the kit, so close in fact that he would be able to smell the tom's breath stronger than that of his own sick, "I don't think you'll be able to rest comfortably for a long time now... Hopefully that will help you learn your lesson. Do you have anything else you'd like to say to me?"
He wasn't acting anymore, his mind barely conscious, eyes cracked open just enough. For what felt like the past hour he had turned into a blubbering sobbing mess. His mother holding him down as his step father whipped his claws against every part of his being. He had never felt so helpless in his entire life. He couldn't reposition himself to avoid parts of the beating, he couldn't talk back, he couldn't hold onto his pride. His tail was wrapped tightly between his legs, as his sobbing slowly began to cease. He tried to struggle in his mothers grasp, but yelped like a dog as his mother clenched her claws deep into his legs. The worse part was he couldn't react to it. The action alone was a warning for him to stop moving.
He was completely still by the end, a gross mess inside and out. His eyes were blurred with tears as the silence spoke a thousand words. "Why don't you love me!?"
"How about thanking Silverfury," Dottymask suggested impatiently. She always had less mercy for Rottenkit, blamed him for his stupid prank that got his brother in trouble.
Rottenkit let out a scream that at that point could definitely be confused as a demon. He hated, he didn't know what he hated, but he could feel it. Maybe it was the general foul odor in the air, but he had no fear scent. He could have been afraid, but he replaced it with the wrath and anger in his heart. He wish he could cease control of WinterClan, to become leader and ruin the clan. But at the end of it all he just stared up at Silverfury and Dottymask like the idiot he knew he was wishing they would love him, wanting it with all his heart. "Why don't you love me?" He repeated, but the heart break was more audible in his voice this time.
"A demon doesn't even know what love is. You will find more happiness if you stop trying to achieve the impossible," Silverfury growled, but he didn't hit Rottenkit anymore, he was satisfied that what he had done would drive home the message he was after: Never forget that your life is my whim, "Apologize with to your mother and perhaps she will let you go see the witch."
And that was it: Silverfury was done. The massive silver-furred tabby tom quietly padded away without so much as a second glance at the mayhem he had caused.
[Figured this would be a good place to end this one ^^]
