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Soullesspaw had no idea how much time had past since she was thrown into her pit. Her prison far below the Earth's crust made time impossible to tell. All she knew was that it had been a long time since she had seen or even heard a single cat. She didn't understand how isolated she was down there until all of her senses completely returned, and then she realized that she could hear no pawsteps, no talking, nothing. She only heard the sounds of her own breathing and her chattering mind. What could she do without her siblings to look after and defend? What could she do when left to her own devices? In some ways, it was a gift. On the surface cats always watched her and her siblings, waiting for them to step out of line. Here, she was by herself, alone with the voice. It had not gone away like she thought it would. It still taunted her, pushing her to be docile 'for her own good'.
Instead of cleaning the rocks like Howlingnight told her to do, the prisoner came up with a different idea to distract herself from her thoughts. She pulled some of the rocks from the pile and stacked them on top of each other. Before Howlingnight caught them, she and Sinfulpaw worked on battle moves. Now she just had to remember. Soullesspaw closed her eyes and thought back. That was it. Dip and fade to one shoulder, strike with the opposite paw. "I can do this." No you can't. "I think I can do this." She sighed and began to knock the rocks from the pile one at a time. It very quickly exhausted her weak muscles, but she couldn't stop, not when she silenced that voice. " I can do this." She kept at it, unaware of the presence that could see this act of resistance.
Howlingnight approached his students newest confinement, it was easy to hear his steps even though they were soft. Trapped in the silence it was easy to detect any unfamiliar noise, they stood out in the backdrop of quietness. Stepping down into the pit he had thrown her in he took note of the rocks and her movement, "As with anyone your age your forms sloppy," He said before walking closer to her, inspecting her body, "But you have tall legs, you'll be great at that move if you actually tried more."
His tail beat to the side a few times contemplating on what to do to her for defying the grueling task he gave to her. "I'll teach you though, you won't have to clean the rocks or eat those herbs while waiting for your sentence to end. But in exchange for generously teaching you, getting you out of that rock chore, and allowing you to avoid the same fate as your mother with those herbs I have some... Rules. That is if you accept the offer, if not I can just go back and grab those sense cancelling herbs, no problem." Howlingnight said casually.
Her paws already ached from the cold, but the wailing on the rocks only made them hurt more. She fought through the pain, and let it give her focus until Howlingnight's voice pierced her ears. She had been focused enough to miss hearing his soft footsteps, so she jumped at the sound of his voice. Her heartbeat climbed as he spoke, and she readied herself for what was to come... but then he complimented her? No. It was more of a backhanded compliment, but it was more than she had ever gotten from him before.
Unlike before, instead of looking up to meet his eyes in something of a challenge, she kept her head bowed and looking towards the floor. The compliment caught her off guard, but she feared him having more of those mind-wiping herbs. It was the first time in her life that she was truly afraid and shaken to her very core. That voice still lingered long after the rest of herb's effects had faded. She didn't even consider his offer as an option. "I'll follow your rules." She turned her head towards him and slowly raised it. Her eyes no longer had the fire that he saw a few days ago. That herb drained the life out of her. "What are they?"
(stardance I fas forwarded time, hope that's okay, if it's not just message me and we can figure something out!)
"Rule one, I own your voice and as owner of your voice I don't want you to make a sound. I think a voice is what separates us from the animals and I think everyone's done pretending demons aren't animals so from now on you'll wear a muzzle. Two, your loyalty will always belong to Wintrystar, you are her demon soldier and you will follow her command. So let's get started," He said, disappearing for a moment only to return with the vine. He forcefully pushed her from her back onto the ground stringing the vine into her mouth before fastening it behind her. The vine had a gross taste when any fangs bit through the vine barrier, likely something that would make her sick, but not kill her. Although hopefully not too sick since her mouth wasn't going to be opened anytime soon. Taking a second vine he fixated it around her muzzle, this one more tightly, clamping Soullesspaw's muzzle shut. The force of the vine around her muzzle was enough to make her sore.
Howlingnight looked at her, but his eyes weren't as cold anymore. He could already see how defeated she was and was going to continue to be. But he had already chosen which demon he would protect and it wasn't her. "Let's start with endurance."
Half a moon had past, she received the same punishing training as Agonywail, but unlike him she had shorter the time, which meant twice the beatings. He had just thrown her into the wall for the last time, his shadow looming over her as he pressed his paw over her throat, taking her breath away. Testing to see if she fought back, she had room too. He wasn't being forceful enough where she wouldn't be able to squirm away from him.
"If you've truly learned your place then we can start really training," Howlingnight ventured, but longed to see the light in her eyes back. Wintrystar had made him break his favorite toy. Everyday he felt destroyed crushing her spirit, but every night he reminded himself that it was better to get it over with quickly. Time was passing fast enough though, he just wanted it done with.
Rule one, I own your voice and as owner of your voice I don't want you to make a sound. She swallowed hard at the first rule. Her voice did separate her from her siblings with only she and Sinfulpaw using it against their oppressors, even if no one was listening most of the time. Now it was something the kept her sane, it let her fight back against the voices inside her head. But that was going to be gone. And there was nothing she could do about it. She nodded to him a kept her head low. The second came as no surprise, it was what she heard from day one. But this time, there seemed to be something else behind it. There was more weight, and a much deeper implication than she realized.
His leaving stunned her momentarily. That was all the devil had in store for her? No. The vine in his jaws could only be bad. She grunted as she was pushed to the ground, and borderline growled as the vine was tied to the back of her jaw, and then the one that actually shut her mouth. Her fangs dug into it, releasing all of its foul juices into her mouth. It was truly vile, bordering on testing like rotten food. Trying to breathe around the vines the best she could, she panted, and got the wind knocked out of her on the first hit.
It didn't feel like two weeks to her. His beatings were long and brutal, but she faded away when he wasn't there to force her attention. Between the isolation and the soreness everywhere, the only small solace was that she was eating more than she had since the start of her apprenticeship, perhaps more than she had ever eaten. Her wounds were rudimentarily treated, but they were treated. It wasn't like they had much time to heal anyway.
The last throw against the wall did not hurt nearly as much as it did the first time. He had done his job. She just lay there until she felt his paws at her throat. Her eyes widened at the pressure and she fought her instinct to lash out against his paw. It was so close... but no. She let him suffocate her. It was part of the rules, or the ones she saw. Instead she just chomped down on the vine inside her mouth, and could feel its strands tearing apart under the force.
Howlingnight released her from his grip, her reward would be small, but enough. He ripped the vines from her muzzle, allowing her sometime to gather herself together as well as to give her new bindings.
"I've taught you how to take a hit, but I've also taught you to be helpless. I hope you don't forget that however strong you get, you'll never forget what I did. That I can put you back into the sorry state you're in now no matter how strong you get. Now go drink some water and answer what I'm about to ask you." he said, getting up to walk with her, not a good sign. He was expecting a right answer or to encourage one by half drowning her.
Just as things were starting to become dark she felt him release the pressure from her neck, and everything brightened up again. She heaved in a breath unhindered by the vines once in her mouth. But she did not dare speak yet. She had learned to only use her voice when spoken to, a lesson Dottymask had tried to teach her so many times in their etiquette lessons.
Her legs shook as she rose to her paws. She understood him, and all that she needed to do was convey was a solemn nod. Her voice unbound did not mean a thing. There was still that invisible muzzle wrapping around her jaw. She followed just behind him towards the pool of water, and kneeled down to gently lap at the water.
Howlingnight waited sometime before asking his question. Every creature needed water, he wasn't going to deny his soldier that, nor did he want her to feel afraid about drinking water around him. But making her feel tense would be fine, when didn't he?
"Did you sneak out of WinterClan with Rottenpaw, meeting other cats? If you did I'll let you off the hook if you tell me what you were talking to them about. After all your a different cat now than who you were before, I wouldn't hold old wrongs against you," Howlingnight reasoned, his voice always deceivingly friendly. Anyone who listened in probably could have thought all of Howlingnight's victims were friends of his. Largely because he didn't have any vendetta or hate towards anyone he hurt, they meant nothing to him. Just another face that didn't hurt to talk friendly towards.
Her tension was nothing far from what it usually was. Since starting her sentence, Howlingnight was transparent about when they would start and finish their sessions. By now she had learned that he would let her drink water in peace. But with the roughest beating behind her, her legs trembled as she drank from the nearly freezing pool.
She paused at his question, and then shook her head. "No, Howlingnight. I never went with Rottenfang." The old Soullesspaw would have withheld that information just to make Howlingnight's life more difficult and to look after Rottenfang. Now, the truth just spilled from her mouth like it was a river going over a cliff. "But I have sinned. I met with a SummerClan she-cat once by accident and shared prey with her. I met with a SunClan she-cat near the forest Clans a few times... to use catnip."
Howlingnight hesitated before patting her head, "That's fine. But I do need to make sure that you're loyal to my family, not your own, as such I'm going to put more trust in you this week Soulless. This week you're going to interrogate your brother. I want to know who he was with, what he said, why he's been running around to other clans, everything. I'd prefer him not to die, but if you must kill then do what you gotta do," He shrugged. "I'll bring him in first thing tomorrow, I'll also leave you with a big piece of prey tonight so you can have all your strength ready."
The next morning just as Howlingnight had said Rottenpaw was dumped onto the prison floor of Soullesspaw's den. A soft whimper escaped from his thin scrawny body, a mirror image to how Soullesspaw used to look before being fed properly. Since they had last met Rottenpaw had more scars than ever, largely thanks to their step father. Rottenpaw struggled to his feet, his amber eyes stretching wide at the sight of his sister. He always assumed they killed her, they wouldn't say it, but he knew it. That they couldn't stand a she-cat as powerful as his sister so they got rid of her, but she wasn't gone.
"Soul, I-I thought they killed you, I can't believe you're alive!" He exclaimed.
Howlingnight sat above, watching Soullesspaw carefully, he hardly even spared a glance at Rottenpaw. This wasn't his test it was hers. "Don't be foolish, they moved on from you fast, I never saw them cry once for you Soullesspaw."
She expected some sort of punishment, so Soullesspaw had braced herself for a hit that never came . That's fine... She looked away. No... it wasn't. She left WinterClan, and almost made it to the ForestClans no less. She stopped. Why was she thinking like this? Because you're a monster... Soullesspaw hardly heard what he said. A solemn nod told him that she understood. "Thank you." She noticed Rottenpaw's fragile frame first. She never realized just how underfed they were until now. He looked like he would break if he fell onto any sort of rock... and she was supposed to interrogate him? She shivered. No... she could do this. As long as Rottenpaw told the truth she could do this. She couldn't believe what Howlingnight said. She knew it was a lie, it simply had to be. Besides, she was here to interrogate him, not anything else.
Her pelt also wore plently more scars than the last he saw her, but by far the most apparent damage was in her eyes. The lacked the fire that got her locked up in the first place, the fire that made her a monster and a dear sister. "Thanks... but there's something we need to know Rottenpaw. Who have you been meeting with at the border?"
His darkened amber gaze flickered with an unreadable emotion? Aura? Something so small, unnoticeable, hard to place just what it was changed in the way Rottenpaw looked at her. One that seemed to imply he understood her, the situation, everything. Like Soullesspaw caught a moment in time when everything suddenly seemed to click into place for her brother. Where the cruel world suddenly started making sense.
"Ah." He replied, his tone numb, eyes pinned on Howlingnight above, then back to Soullesspaw. "I don't meet with anyone, I just run into people. I only go to the borders to hunt on other territories, so I'm not taking food from WinterClan, but naturally I run into people. from it."
Howlingnight's claws danced along the cliffs edge spilling pebbles down the steep abyss, clattering into harsh echoes. "Better make sure that is the whole truth Soullesspaw. I know the answer, I'm waiting to see if you care to put in the effort to find the truth, as much as I would."
She found out what Howlingnight wanted to know great. She looked up to him for affirmation when he spoke, and the hope that she had finished died away in moments. Howlingnight's dancing claws and the threat underneath his words told her everything she needed to know. She took a quivering breath and turned her attention back to her brother. Her reptilian green eyes stared into her brother's amber one for a moment before deflecting away. "I-I know you know more than that. I know you're trying to keep something from him. But if he already knows, what's the harm in telling me?" She stepped aside and gave him a deeper view into the den. Her many beatings in here, and the lack of proper drainage, led to bloodstains developing on the floor. "Please, tell me." She unsheathed a set of her claws, and her legs began to tremble. "Please..."
Rottenpaw looked at his sisters claws charging out from her paw more monstrous than he'd ever seen her before. For the first time he didn't evaluate her physique as something of a positive, now her well fed build looked powerful compared to his. That had more weight now watching the way she stared him down.
"I know I take a lot of beatings, but I swear that's everything, I don't want one, I wouldn't lie, I meant every word. There's nothing else I can tell you or I would," Rottenpaw promised her, but the promise was beginning to blur between being honest and downright begging.
"You know Soulless, I beginning to grow more concerned that he's in too deep. That if he won't admit it we better put a peaceful stop to this rather than beating him relentlessly right?" Howlingnight said before flicking his paw at Rottenpaw, "So hold him down, cut up his ears, muzzle, face, make him look mean. That way no one will approach him again, problem solved."
"I'm not LYING! I really don't do anything more than hunt on other clans lands! I never meet anyone intentionally, I only get caught hunting," Rottenpaw said desperately for anyone to believe him, but he wasn't finding it with Howlingnight.
A quivering sigh left her lips, and she turned away from her brother. It had to be done, right? If she didn't do it, then Howlingnight would... at least she would enjoy it. She looked toward Howlingnight one more time, and then in one strike pressed her brother's face into the cold stone beneath him. She then rotated around so she was on top of his back, her superior weight making escape difficult. She dug a set of her claws into her brother's flank for support, and then slowly lowered another paw towards her brother's face. Soullesspaw's claws dangled just underneath Rottenpaw's eyes. In the next moment she was off her brother, and not mark stood on his face. Soullesspaw looked up to Howlingnight with pleading eyes. "I-I can't do it... I can't hurt my brother." While he had convinced her that she was not as good as she thought, she still saw her siblings in a positive light. Nothing had changed that, yet.
Rottenpaw watched his sister turn back to Howlingnight, all he could do was watch with a hopeful expression that he had no right to feel anywhere close to lucky enough to avoid this. Rottenpaw yelped, his head trying to turn to look at his sister as she pressed his head into the cold ground, but no matter how hard he tried to turn she was more powerful than him. "Soulless please!" He cried out again with a whimper feeling her claws dig into his flank. He squirmed, but fell still watching her claw close in near his eye, he winced back, unable to move. Suddenly the weight of Soullesspaw was off of him, looking up he saw her step away, she was standing up for him!
Howlingnight been watching, impressed at first until she turned back to him, his dull blue eyes staring right through her with an almost bored expression. "That's alright Soullesspaw, you're still learning," He said, getting up and moving down towards them, "At first I really thought you were exceeding my expectations, thought maybe we were related after all, but you're just no prodigy."
He stood close to her like a shadow, his dense black fur brushing up against hers, "I'll just show you how it's done and maybe next time he'll have more mercy with you."
Rottenpaw lied broken on the ground, completely motionless. There came a point in his beatings where the desperate cries had soften into silence. Where his body stopped moving to defend itself, instead lying limp. His breathing was ragged, but he was responsive, his amber eyes following Howlingnight's movements as he paced around him. The bottom of his paws were skinned to keep him from standing and his back had been thoroughly lashed with every claw on Howlingnight's front paws.
"Speak," Howlingnight commanded.
Rottenpaw's eyes narrowed, "I didn't meet anyone," He whispered, keeping his innocence.
"Ding ding!" Howlingnight said playfully, "You didn't meet up with anyone intentionally, that's true. I just needed to know where your sisters loyalty lied and it was with her family. But now I think Soullesspaw knows better, right? If you choose your family over what I want, it won't be you that gets punished, it will be them," He said, his claws coiling around Rottenpaw's face, raising it up, as Rottenpaw's amber eyes stared down at the ground with a helpless expression, "And I think you know now that it's better if you take care of things than if I did." With that he bashed Rottenpaw's face into the ground, knocking the tom out cold, "I'll see your visitor out." He promised her before carrying Rottenpaw away by his tail rather than by his scruff.
