//only.R;U;N;N;I;N;G; [from] >>fear&&.itself&&.

[Panic]

You're Only Running

Panic let himself slump down even more; they needed to torture him to kill a bird? He wondered why it was so hard just to kill a silly falcon; he'd seen it done by many cats before. But maybe this was a smart bird...They said it was affiliated with RisingClan, so perhaps this Kestrel cat had taught it all she knew. But he was up for it; the pain. He'd felt pain before.

"I can do it."

His mew was deep and full of meaning. Panic truly wanted to be a warrior of BoneClan, and he would do anything to prove himself - even be tortured by the one who had killed his best friend.

From Fear Itself

[Sharpfang .|. Felony]

<sub>Sharpfang gave a wide and rather sinister grin, his snaggle tooth showing more than ever. "'Right Bane, i'll 'ave the job done b'fore you can return," He said with anticipation. He was not forgotten! He was deputy, and as he knew just as well Bane's closest follower. Better than that worthless golden tom, who'd proved his worthlessness many times over with his bumbling mistakes.

Of course, he wouldn't say them aloud, for he had won the dark tom's 'trust' if any would call it that through the hard way. And if Heartless were to hear his thoughts, well...

He rounded upon the clan, almost sensing Bane's need to protect his daughter. Any blood and kin of the majestic dark one had the old tom's respect, even if he was deputy of this clan. His eyes gleamed as he swayed his head to look upon the other cats, smiling. It was war.

"Assasins! Come b'fore me, 'n prepare fer battle!" He yowled, taking his place on a far corner. It was war, and Sharpfang was sure to be ready.</sub>

[Spiderlily]

Spiderlily still did not respect nor like Darkangel. It was a known fact, the soldier needed to be shown proof of her commander’s worth in actual combat before she was ready to show any of the respect. A tail flicked, dismissing all thoughts on that young heir at that slightest swish, rising to move silently to Pripyat’s side, her flank the slightest brush against his as her killer-fierce eyes peered down at the kit.

Oh, kits. There were certainly enough of them running around the camp right now.

Ah, but at the kit’s final words the executioner snorted, the faint sound hardly audible, and a sadistic smirk cruelly etched along her face.

“You better.”

It was a cold hiss, her ears twitching slightly, once. Oh, the kit better, or he’d end up feeding Heartless and Pripyat instead.

[Heartless]

If it had been any other cat to have given the cannibal the order to remain in camp, she would have ripped their pretty little face off. But cool blue hues merely watched the Dark King, her face set in a look of keen disappointment.

Oh, Heartless was not happy in the absolute least bit at that news. But she would never go against her leader’s orders.

Never.

The brown-pointed she-cat rode o her paws from her position at the entrance of the nursery, almost sauntering over to the dead shekit’s corpse. Well now, since no one had already claimed it. It was there, when she settled in, crunching down on the kit’s chest cavity, breaking away bones and tearing away flesh to rip out the kit’s heart.

The snack did little to satisfy her desire to go into battle with them, but it knocked an edge of that killer hunger which might have sent her turning on one of the kits instead. Or maybe that pretty little torturer Spiderlily instead.

The cannibal knew she could likely kill her before that tom she hung around could come to her rescue, although she was one to keep an eye on. Heartless had a feeling that poisoning wouldn’t be too far out of the younger she-cat’s sadistic cruelty.

That was always something to watch out for.

[Razorblade]

Razorblade had been checking on his store of herbs the moment Bane’s voice cut across the camp. The young medicine cat glanced up, amber hues flicking to settle on his leader only, almost dismissing all other cats around here. There was only one cat who was ever able to hold his attention like this.

“I assure you, Dark One, that my claws are as capable as all others’.”

Then the leader left, and he headed out of the den, dipping his head slightly to Darkangel and Sharpfang, before glancing to the two kits who would assist him.

“Cinderstorm and Lakekit will remain here.”

His voice was a sharp stab across the camp, and he turned to face Barbwire.

“So little kit…”

It was a deep, mesmerizing ripple, but he truly enjoyed playing these killer games with the cannibal’s daughter.

“…time to get to work.”

He jerked his head towards his den. Already, there were plenty of herbs for long, tireless days of gathering, prepared for this moment.

Razorblade was not one to sit around idly. Oh no.

“Zinstorm, you too, c’mon.”

He turned, heading back into the den so to show them how to properly prepare the packages.

[Lake]

He didn't mind helping out but he hoped his fighting skills weren't as bad as he thought they were, IF they were he'd have to find a way to get better at them...

[sinister]

ooc - didn't Umbee say 'Lakekit and Cinderstorm will remain here'? Or does that mean they'll remain and help Razorblade?

[Lake]

oocl-i'm kind of confused but i modified anyway, what do YOU think we are going to do?

[sinister]

ooc - me? well, I think that Darkie is going to get impatient for her father Baney to come back xD

me = Darkangel. So I get to say that about my charrie XD

[Pripyat]

The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me

Pripyat looked down at the kit, blue eyes flicking to and fro across the small face, as if judging him.
He smirked. "Yes, as the lady says-- you better," he meowed.
"If you do well, then you will have the honor of becoming a BoneClanner, and I will protect you. If you do badly, then I will eat you."

He flicked his tail at Heartless. "Or she will."
His voice was not threatening so much as informing. Almost polite. He was telling Panic straight what would happen.

Pripyat then lifted his gaze from the kit and glanced around. He caught something unsettling on Heartless's bloodstained face, something in the way the she-cat looked at Spiderlilly.
If the cannibal thought she'd have an easy time getting around Pripyat, she was sadly mistaken. He had taken a liking to Spiderlilly, and was never far away; and while he was not a clever fighter, he fought on instinct: instinct to sharp and brutal it was as good as thought.
He would probably give his life for any of these cats (Spiderlilly being highest priority, followed by Panic, who Pripyat seemed to be showing a keen interest in), but fighting amongst themselves he had no patience at all for.

His blue gaze settled on Spiderlilly. Being a general mad cat, there was a trace of lunatic senselessness in his brilliant stare; most likely vaguely unsettling, though not threatening. Never threatening, not to Spiderlilly.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Spiderlily]

[OOC - They're to stay in camp when they others leave. Razorblade would not place all the kits of Boneclan in danger by taking them all, and he'd onyl need two to carry the herb bundles.]

Oh, Spiderlily had caught Heartless’s look as well. However, unlike Pripyat she understood that killing desire was nothing personal against her.

Still, it wasn’t a pleasant feeling having a feared cannibal hungering for her blood.

The torturer tossed her head up, pointedly ignoring the queen as her attention returned to rivet full on Pripyat. Ah, now he was a cat to her liking. Strong, dark, instinctive; so different from most tomes theses days.

The madness didn’t hurt much either.

It was clear that it never bothered her; yellow hues meeting his with a rare smile replacing that sadistic smirk, as they peered right back into those unsettling eyes. Her friend seemed fond of this kit.

Panic could prove to be useful. Should he survive.

And if Pripyat remained as keen on him as he was now and that indeed the case, Spiderlily would respectfully leave him be. Although it wasn’t for Panic she’d be doing it for.

“If you eat him save me a piece.”

[Darkangel]

She still stood strongly by the rock she had given the orders on; Darkangel gazed proudly around her at the camp. Heartless had begun to feed on the brown she-kit's body; Kitty Kat, was it? The heiress barely cared; she hadn't known the little girl, so she didn't care whether she remembered her name or not. She had been Panic's friend, and in a deep, blocked off corner of her blackened heart, she felt sorry for the young tomcat. He was to be tortured, but not emotionally as he had been for most of his life. He was to be clawed at; but if Pripyat stood by his word - which, as a loyal BoneClan cat, Darkangel believed he would, as he seemed to have grown fond of this kit - Panic would mostly be acting the pain.

"Right."

She growled under her breath, emerald eyes flooding with pride. Her tail flicked and she slipped over to where Pripyat and Spiderlily stood with the kit. Panic was slumping. 'Of course,' she remembered, 'Pripyat broke his leg.' Darkangel was proud of her Clan; her father's Clan. Pripyat had broken his leg for a reason; it was not as if he was just plain heartless.

But suddenly she remembered something - who would help Razorblade carry the packages? She thought quickly, then leaped back onto the rock.

"Lakekit! And...Cinderstorm. You two shall help Razorblade carry the herb packages."

With that, she leaped gracefully off of the stone with a flick of her tail. She again padded towards Spiderlily and Pripyat, her tail high. She could sense that Spiderlily didn't really like her; with Pripyat it was harder to tell. What could Darkangel do to prove herself to her Clanmates? She very much hoped that they did not think her to be soft, like that queen Honeymist. She suddenly remembered her mother; that day, at three moons old, when she had murdered the golden queen.

"I trust you two have spoken to young Panic about our Plan?"

Her meow rang out elegantly, and her emerald gaze flicked to Spiderlily.

"And..."

She lowered her gaze, somewhat ashamed - but not soft.

"I am sorry, Pripyat, Spiderlily, if I have ever offended you. It was not leaderlike, and I hope you forgive me."

Her tail lashed, but not impatiently. Instead, it was more of an embarrassment. She could not remember a time she'd offended either of them, but if she had, she wanted her Clan to be on her side.

[Pripyat]

The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me

Pripyat, deciding that Panic was in no condition to stand, attempted to push the kit gently to the ground once more. He needed to lay and rest.
He was a contradictory tom, Pripyat was. Intensely loyal to BoneClan, yet utterly mad; capible of tearing a cat apart in the height of his sadistic furies, yet trustworthy; he had killed Kit Kat without hesitation, but he sought only to make Panic more comfortable. He had killed the sister he loved and the mother he was indifferent to, but would lay down his life for Spiderlilly.

He returned Spiderlilly's smile; he looked almost normal, though there was that everpresent shimmer in his blue eyes that betrayed his insanity.
It was no fault of his; mental illness had run in his family for generations. His father and sister had had multiple personalities; his grandfather had heard voices, and his great-grandfather had been a paranoid wreck.

It was in his blood.

At Darkangel's words, Pripyat bowed his head, meowing, "Not at all, Little Queen. I have not been offended by anycat."

"And yes, Panic has been told of our little Plan." He said Plan with a capital 'P'. Always Plan and not plan.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Tragedy]

ThumpThump. ThumpThump.

Tragedy had been quiet throughtout all of this exchange, sitting in a corner of the camp. Icegaze. It would have been a fitting name for her, had her father been so inclined to name his brood in that fashion. Now her clear blue eyes flicked to Panic.

Indeed. She stood up fully and stalked up to the young one, her powerful, sleek muscles rippling. Dipping her head to get a better look at him, Trag spoke again: You're name is Panic, eh? Because that's what happens to you, right? Your heart pounds, you're heaving for breath and things go blurry? Well from now on, you have no need to panic. Now, cats will panic when they see you. You just need to pass one more test. Tragedy glanced at her comrades. Pain. That is what you must endure, as previously stated. But allow me clarify...

We'll start by digging rock-sharpened claws under your paws and nail beds, to get a good sting going. You'll screech nice and high too. Then we'll be doing carefully measured puntures. Places where it will hurt, but not do any signifigant damage. She was lying through her teeth, of course. She would simply let Pripyat have at while she supervised carefully. But the less this kit expected, the more he would scream.

Are you ready to accept your first mission, Panic? To suffer bravely for your soon-to-be Clan? Harrow! She summoned her little shadow. Without bothering to check whether or not the young fae obeyed, she turned back to their victim. Forget your "Kit Kat". Harrow is your friend now. She made the right choice. Now that you have been fully briefed on what will be demanded of you.... This wasn't entirely necessary. But it was "defining moments" like these that kept them loyal when they were young and hotheaded. It was when they got a little older that you had to watch them.

...what is yours?

What are your paws
stained with?

[Bovine]

Harrow, the petite, black kit, came forth.
She looked quite a lot like Panic, actually.
Wiry black fur, silver eyes.

She gave a nod in acknowledgment, almost mechanically.
Her stomach churned almost unpleasantly as Trag explained what would be done to her new 'companion'.
But she knew that what was being done was for the benefit of BoneClan, and could be a terrible blow to their enemies; RisingClan. And Panic seemed eager to prove himself.
It was a disturbing and new feeling to the she-kit, but she actually felt excited about the Plan.
She felt a certain wanting that needed to be fed.
Could she actually be looking forward to witnessing the pain?
She shook her head slightly as if bothered by gnats, to try to shake the feeling.
She was to be Panic's friend.
She would do as Tragedy told her.

[Lake]

Lakekit stiffened a little when he overheard the speech that Tragedy was giving Panic. Was that what was going to happen to him when the time came? For a moment he pictured Tragedy pushing rock-sharpened claws into his nail beds as he screeched as blood fell from his paws.

That isn't a good way to train a kit, he thought. Pripyat seemed to take some interest in the kit, so he won't let Tragedy do that, will he?

Shaking frustrated thoughts from his head he ran to follow Darkangel's orders. He had no right to judge others.

[Bovine]

Harrow's ears pricked as if she heard a noise.
She turned to Lakekit and spoke in a pallid voice, her face held no discernable expression.

Tragedy knows what she's doing. And Pripyat enjoys watching the pain just as much as he does causing it. Don't worry about Panic either...he has to learn one way or another...

It was blood-chilling how calm her voice sounded. And even more so that it seemed as if she had read the other kit's mind.
Harrow's demeanor had changed drastically since she had come to BloodClan.
Since she entered the heart of Hell.

[Panic]

You're Only Running

Panic watched the cats crowd around him. Well, by now there were Pripyat, Spiderlily, Tragedy, Harrow, Lakekit...was that it? He looked around. The pain in his leg was barely effecting his thought; by now that broken bone was just something holding him back from his destiny.

To be the best BoneClan assassin, murderer, cannibal, he could be.

Panic has to learn some way or another...

He'd already learned. He'd learned by being shunned by his own blood. He'd learned by almost starving to death. He'd learned by having his closest friend killed. But Pripyat no longer 'frightened' him; Pripyat was his father now. Spiderlily was his mother. Harrow his sister and friend. Tragedy his caretaker. Lakekit his brother. Bane his leader. Darkangel the heiress. The young kit turned his head warmly to his new friend, by Tragedy's order, Harrow.

"I've learned."

He informed her politely.

"All I need to do now is serve my..."

Was it his Clan now? He lived with BoneClan; of course.

"My Clan."

From Fear Itself