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The black tom stared at the mutilated corpse at his paws with a disgruntled expression, taking a step back when the ooze emanating from the rotting shell crept closer to his toes. He had stumbled upon it on one of his many 'escapades' from the prison – at this point, the only ones getting upset at his random outings were the ones that didn't believe he'd come back. They were growing lesser and lesser now. Especially now that he had Wintrystar's support – in her own strange way – he was really more staying in the prison because it made others feel more comfortable than out of any actual need to.
Blinking down at the corpse with silver eyes that had wisps of red around the rims every now and then, he shook his head. "Ew."
"Did you kill him, comrade?" Despite being an apprentice, Rosemarypaw was grown and as much as Warrior in appearance as anyone else, her full name sure to be granted next time ceremonies were conducted; however, next to her demonic adoptive sister, Sinfulatrocity, she still looked like a kit. The dark-furred demon stood more than a head above the crowd and had was just as intimidating as that sounds in conjunction with her name. Always glaring, seldom speaking and powerful enough to end a life with one blow of her massive paw, well, presumably.
"Sinfulatrocity, do make sure to clean up this mess for us, OK?" Rosemarypaw continued, pressing her tail-tip against Stygian's shoulder as to draw his attention away from the corpse and onto the silver-pointed she-cat. She had dark eyes, like chips of obsidian, "I won't tell anyone if you tell me why you did it ~"
Sinfulatrocity got to work on clean up without complaint.
