Letting out a yawn Spottedheart rubbed her tired eyes before stretching and getting up. Licking her calico pelt, the she-cat grinned as she remembered what day it was. Turning around Spottedheart noticed that her mate and partner, Whitetail was still fast asleep.
Rolling her eyes Spottedheart sighed and nuzzled Whitetail. “Come on. Get up.” she urged.
Grunting Whitetail flipped over and yawned. “Why can't I sleep in?” he questioned.
“Because we have to kill Bluestar and Fireheart. Did you forget all ready?” Spottedheart asked.
“Oh right.” Whitetail replied. Getting up the tom exited the warriors' den alongside his mate. Once they were in the main camp area they padded to the fresh-kill pile and pulled out two mice.
Quickly eating their meal, the two then went into the leader’s den. As soon as they saw Tigerstar, Whitetail and Spottedheart respectfully bowed down. Tigerstar was the best leader shadowclan ever had. He was strong and was not afraid to say what was on his mind. He truly was the most powerful cat.
Both Whitetail and Spottedheart looked up to Tigerstar. He was the only cat that cared about Whitetail and Spottedheart. He basically raised them.
“Are you ready?” Tigerstar asked, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“of course.” Whitetail dipped his head. “We will be leaving now.”
“Good.” Tigerstar purred. “Make sure you take the brambles and blindfolds before you go.” he ordered.
Nodding, the couple left the den and padded out of camp. Leaning down Whitetail picked the brambles up and handed them to Spottedheart. Placing them on her back the she-cat then made sure she grabbed the blindfolds.
Silently walking throughout the forest, the two soon approached thunderclan land.
“How should we go about this?” Spottedheart asked.
The two were going to kill Fireheart and Bluestar. Well, they weren't exactly going to kill them. But instead, they were going to slowly torture the two cats. Whitetail was the genius who thought of the torture method.
Whitetail and Spottedheart were going to find Bluestar and Fireheart and kidnap them and then tie them together with brambles, making sure they couldn’t move. The two were then going to put blindfolds on their prisoners and take them into the desert. Once they were in the desert Spottedheart and Whitetail were going to dig a hole and then shove Fireheart and Bluestar inside of the hole with only their heads showing, sealing the two cruel cats' fate. Fireheart and Bluestar were then going to slowly die. The heat would come over them and they would run out of food and water, truly resting in a sand grave.
Whitetail was great at planning torture methods. He knew the best ways to make cats suffer and die a slow death. he was also great at planning. While on the other paw Spottedheart was better at attacking and killing her victims. she’s faster than a windclan cat, killing and outrunning her prey just came naturally.
The two cats put together were a team nobody wanted to mess with. Whitetail and Spottedheart weren't exactly monsters. Well, actually that could be debatable. But Spottedheart and Whitetail never killed without reason. And it wasn’t like they would kill a weak, helpless kit. But they would do anything Tigerstar ordered and they will do anything to protect shadowclan and their strong leader.
Whitetail and Spottedheart were very loyal to their leader. That was just a fact. Tigerstar was the cat they looked up to. They admired him for his strength, his kindness and pretty much everything about him. There was nothing wrong with Tigerstar in Spottedheart and Whitetail’s eyes.
This was because Whitetail and Spottedheart were raised by Tigerstar. The dark tabby tom took them in. The couple didn’t grow up in the best living conditions. They grew up in an abusive two-leg nest. They were bred in a breeding center of sorts before going to their so-called home. when they were kitty-pets they had embarrassing names, Whitetail’s was Marshmallow and Spottedheart’s was Spot. Their two-legs were also cruel and hurt Whitetail and Spottedheart often. Soon Spottedheart and Whitetail had enough. They escaped the evil two-legs and soon were out in the wild. But they were very young when they lived on their own in the forest and really didn’t know how to survive.
They couldn’t hunt, fight or defend themselves. Which was dangerous. Whitetail and Spottedheart were on the brim of death when Tigerstar found them. Tigerstar took the two helpless cats in and nursed them into health. He raised them, turning both cats into strong, deadly and murderous cats.
Tigerstar changed both Whitetail’s and Spottedheart’s life.
Thinking Whitetail flicked his tail. “We should wait until it gets late.” he suggested. “Then we can search around for Bluestar and Fireheart. We might even have to sneak into their camp.”
Nodding Spottedheart leaned down to lick her chest tuft. Pulling this off without getting caught would be hard. But in the end, it would be worth it.
The two cats stalked around thunderclan territory for a bit. Soon the sun started to set and then the moon appeared. Noticing a small mouse, Whitetail licked his lips and crouched down.
Being as silent as possible, Whitetail then leaped into the air, his eyes narrowed, and claws unsheathed. Once he landed on his prey, he swiftly sank his fangs into the mouse’s scruff before snapping the helpless creature’s neck.
Sniffing the prey Spottedheart dipped her head. “Nice catch.” she praised.
“Thanks.” Whitetail replied.
As soon as Whitetail caught that piece of prey the two heard rustling in the bushes. Instantly both Whitetail and Spottedheart leaped behind a tree and crouched down, their eyes narrowed, and ears pricked.
“I don’t know what we should do.” a cat sighed. Both Whitetail and Spottedheart realized that it was Bluestar. This excited Whitetail and he couldn’t help but unsheathe his claws. But he soon forced himself to calm down. he couldn’t get too excited yet. After all there could be more thunderclan cats in the distance. Or this could be a trap. But Whitetail doubted that Bluestar and Firestar were that smart. After all the two cats have the brains of a freshly killed mouse.
“Well, we can't give up. Can we?” Fireheart questioned determination in his voice. Hearing Fireheart this cheery made Spottedheart and Whitetail want to burst out laughing. No matter what Bluestar or Fireheart tried to do their fate was sealed. They were going to end up dying a painful and long death no matter what.
“I mean we might as well.” Bluestar snapped. “starclan has betrayed us by giving Tigerstar nine lives. Starclan is cruel and evil. Just like Tigerstar. We might as well just surrender to him. Maybe then he will have a little mercy upon us and spare our lives.”
“Are you insane?” Fireheart demanded, taking a step back and wrenched. His green eyes glittering with rage. “Are you seriously going to give up on thunderclan that easily? After everything you risked to become leader?” 290Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXbM3jgIkeO
“i regret all of it. I wished I raised Mistyfoot, Stormfur and Mosskit myself.” Bluestar spat.
“Then you are a fool.” Fireheart growled. “Even if you give up on thunderclan I will not.”
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blinking Whitetail smirked. It seemed that capturing Bluestar and Fireheart would be easier than he thought. After all both cats looked like they were going to tear out the other’s throat.
Fireheart was so angry that his orange pelt was bushed up to the point where he looked two times taller than he originally was. Bluestar was so stupid! The orange tabby understood that she was going through a lot and was in a deep depression. But that didn’t excuse how she was acting.
Letting out a hiss Bluestar narrowed her eyes. Fireheart was so ungrateful. If she hadn’t let him into thunderclan then he never would have been here. Then again maybe Bluestar should just pass her leadership onto Fireheart. If she did maybe Bluestar would finally have some peace. She could join riverclan or just run away from everyone. Then she would be safe. A coward but safe.
Turning to her mate Spottedheart nudged him. “Should we attack them?” she questioned, her voice barley more than a whisper.
“Yeah. Do you have the brambles and blindfolds?” Whitetail asked.
Nodding Spottedheart replied. “Yep.”
“Alright. I'll start the attack off by leaping onto Bluestar and holding her captive. Fireheart most likely won't attack then to save his leader’s life. While he’s busy trying to get his leader safe you can jump onto him and tie him up. Then I'll do the same to Bluestar.” Whitetail ordered.
“Yes sir.” Spottedheart purred, unsheathing her claws and sinking them into the ground. She couldn’t wait to please Tigerstar.
Getting down into a hunting position, Whitetail carefully crept across the forest floor. Once he was close enough, he then leaped onto Bluestar and slammed her onto the ground. Eyes widening Bluestar began to squirm.
“Let me go!” she urged.
Rolling his eyes Whitetail simply laughed. “You're not going anywhere. Now shut up!”
Wrapping his paws around the thunderclan leader’s neck he then aimed one of his claws directly onto her throat.
“Let her go right now!” Fireheart ordered, taking a step back. “Or your regret it.”
“Try me.” Whitetail urged. “Take one step and I'll slice your stupid leader’s neck.”
It seemed Whitetail’s plan was working. Fireheart was frozen solid, not knowing what to do. While Fireheart was panicking Spottedheart grabbed the brambles and slammed the flame-colored tom onto the ground. Swiftly wrapping the brambles around Fireheart’s torso, the calico, she-cat then grabbed the blindfold and placed it onto Fireheart’s face.
Soon both Bluestar and Fireheart were tied up. Placing the cats onto their back Spottedheart and Whitetail began to walk to the nearby desert.
His eyes wide Fireheart began to squirm. He tried to scream, but he had a moss ball shoved down his mouth, which didn’t allow him to speak.
Grunting Whitetail glanced back at Fireheart. The fearful expression on the tabby’s face made Whitetail feel even better.
On the other hand, Bluestar was just limply laying on Whitetail and Spottedheart’s back. She was dead or even hurt. But she just gave up. Bluestar’s eyes drooped, and she didn’t even sigh. The blue she-cat just hoped she and Fireheart were going to die a painless death. Instead of getting tortured. But Bluestar knew how cruel and angry Tigerstar was. Knowing him he was most likely going kill Fireheart and Bluestar in the most painful way possible.
Whitetail and Spottedheart were now out of thunderclan territory and were almost to the desert.
“Should we stop for another snack and drink?” Spottedheart asked.
“Hm, I don’t know.” Whitetail sighed, stopping to stretch his legs he thought some more. “I mean Fireheart and Bluestar are tied up. It isn't like they can escape. I suppose we can.”
The couple kept walking for a little bit until they arrived at a small lake. Placing Bluestar and Fireheart onto the ground Whitetail and Spottedheart padded over to the lake and lapped up some water before walking off to find some fresh-kill.
Struggling and wiggling to get free Fireheart somehow managed to spit out the moss ball. The tom tried to unsheathe his claws, but his paws were tied behind his back. He couldn’t move still. But at least he could now talk.
“Bluestar? Are you okay?” Fireheart questioned, concern in his voice.
Taking out her moss as well Bluestar simply sighed. “Do I look like I'm okay to you?” she snapped.
Rolling his eyes Fireheart let out a hiss. “i guess not. But are you hurt?”
Bluestar was really getting on Fireheart’s nerves. They didn’t have time to lay here and pout. They had to think about how they could escape.
“No, I'm fine.” Bluestar replied, closing her baby blue eyes she went silent once more.
“Do you have any ideas about how we can escape?”
“We can't escape!” Bluestar snapped. “we're going to die. Whether we want to or not. Becoming clan leader was the worst mistake I ever made.”
“For starclan’s sake stop acting like a newborn kit!” Fireheart snapped. “I know you haven't had the best life, but you can't just whine and cry all the time. Especially in a time like this.”
“I-I'm sorry...” Bluestar muttered.
Walking throughout the forest Spottedheart leaned down and smelled the air for any scents of prey. After a bit of walking the calico she-cat soon saw a brown hare resting by a nearby path of grass.
Licking her lips Spottedheart unsheathed her sharp claws and got down into a hunting position. Her eyes narrowed, she took a step closer and then leaped.
Snapping the hare’s neck, Spottedheart then picked it up and passed the prey to her mate, Whitetail.
“Thanks.” Whitetail beamed, dipping his head. “that’s a good catch.”
Leaning down to eat their prey Whitetail and Spottedheart then padded back to the lake where their prisoners were located.
Seeing the moss balls out of Bluestar and Fireheart’s maws Whitetail let out an annoyed growl. They were too far away from clan land for anybody to hear them, but Whitetail didn’t want to hear the two pieces of thunderclan scum to complain.
“Are there any other piles of moss nearby?” Whitetail asked. “They shredded these ones.”
“Sadly, I don't think so.” Spottedheart narrowed her eyes. Turning over to Fireheart and Bluestar she unsheathed her claws and sank them into the moist dirt.
“If any of you dare speak, I won't hesitate to slit your useless throats.” Spottedheart informed them.
Gulping both Fireheart and Bluestar decided to just keep silent. After all, right now wasn’t a good time for a conversation anyway.
Placing the two thunderclan cats on their backs once more, Whitetail and Spottedheart kept walking. The weight of both Fireheart and Bluestar on them was starting to hurt the couple’s backs. But they kept walking. They were almost there and this all would be worth it in the end.
After a few more hours Whitetail and Spottedheart finally arrived inside of the desert. Throwing Fireheart and Bluestar onto the ground Whitetail and Spottedheart stretched before padding over to a pile of sand.
“Why did they bring us here?” Fireheart whispered almost silently.
“i don’t know.” Bluestar shrugged. “Maybe the rest of shadowclan is hiding.”
Gulping Fireheart tried to force himself to calm down, but he couldn’t. The steaming hot sun beamed down onto his pelt and made his head feel groggy. That put together with the fact that Fireheart’s heart wouldn’t stop pounding just made him feel panicked. He couldn’t even think straight.
Bluestar wasn’t as panicked as Fireheart. But she still wasn’t doing well.
“I-if shadowclan was hiding in the distance I'm pretty sure we would have saw them by now.” Fireheart pointed out, starting to struggle. But no matter how much he moved the orange tabby knew that he wouldn’t be set free.
“Well, then I don’t know what they're going to do to us.” Bluestar admitted. “i just hope they're going to kill us quickly and painlessly.”
“You shouldn’t wish for death.” Fireheart mumbled. Although he had to admit that he just wanted to get killed now as well. The heat of the sun and the sand was making Fireheart feel hot and dry. He didn’t like it at all.
“Well, I rather get killed quickly then get slowly tortured.” the thunderclan leader shot back. “But knowing Tigerstar were both going to die a long, painful death.”
Nodding Fireheart remained silent. He wanted to be hopeful that he could escape this and overcome it like everything else he had gone through. but no matter how much Fireheart tried to think positively he couldn’t. He knew his life would soon be over and that nothing he could do would stop that.
“How should we bury them?” Spottedheart questioned, licking her chest. “Should we just dig with our claws, or should we use something else?”
Letting out a yawn, Whitetail glanced down at the piles of sandy dirt. “Well, there’s nothing else we can use.” he pointed out. “let’s get digging.”
Unsheathing both of their claws Whitetail and spottedheart slowly but surely began to dig. The hole they were digging was narrow and tight, it could barely fit one cat let alone two. But the couple purposefully did that.
Noticing that his captors were digging a hole Fireheart tilted his head as sweat dripped off him and landed onto the hot sand. He was confused. Why would Whitetail and Spottedheart take them into the desert only to dig a hole?
“Why are they digging a hole?” Fireheart asked Bluestar quietly.
“i don't know.” Bluestar sighed. “They could use it to bury us after they kill us. But that’s unlikely. Tigerstar doesn’t even bury his prey after he kills it, letting the bones just sit there. So, I doubt his most loyal followers would take time out of their day to make sure we are properly buried.”
Nodding Fireheart kept watching Whitetail and Spottedheart dig the hole. They were digging pretty rapidly and deep. Which made Fireheart get even more confused. If Spottedheart and Whitetail were digging the hole to bury them they didn’t have to make it that deep.
Then a thought occurred in Fireheart’s head. Maybe they weren't going to bury Fireheart and Bluestar like the tabby originally thought. Maybe they instead were going to bury the two cats alive.
Fear overcame Fireheart even more as he fully realized what was going on. He and Bluestar were going to get shoved into the hole and die a slow, painful death.
“t-there going to bury us alive in that hole...” Fireheart whispered to Bluestar, his emerald, green eyes wide.
Bluestar didn’t reply. But it was clear from her expression that she was dreading what was going to happen next. Starting to wiggle and turn both Fireheart and Bluestar tried their best to get free.
Noticing that the two cats were struggling Spottedheart let out a snarl and approached them.
“You better stop that right now or ill rip your belly open.” she threatened.
“I rather get my belly ripped open then then buried alive.” Bluestar grunted.
“don't make me repeat myself.” Spottedheart ordered.
After a while of digging, finally the hole was done. It was narrow and deep. It could barely fit one cat, let alone two but Whitetail and Spottedheart would make sure that Fireheart and Spottedheart would get squeezed in.
Proudly raising his head Whitetail couldn't help but grin. Soon Fireheart and Bluestar will die a painful and long death. Then thunderclan will belong shadowclan.
Once thunderclan was in Tigerstar’s paws it was going to get destroyed. All cats deemed weak and useless were going to get killed, tortured or hurt in some way, shape or form. Tigerstar was not going to deal with any sort of weakness in his clan.
“Who should we put in the hole first?” Whitetail asked, licking his white chest tuft.
“Hm, how about Fireheart? He looks hard to handle...” Spottedheart pointed out.
Nodding Whitetail approached Fireheart with his mate by his side. Grabbing the orange, flame-colored tabby tom Whitetail and Spottedheart drug him over to the hole.
His emerald, green eyes wide Fireheart gasped and began to squirm, acting like a fish flopping out of water. He didn’t want to get thrown into a hole. He didn’t want to slowly die by running out of both food and water. He wanted to be right home in thunderclan right now.
But that wasn’t going to happen. Fireheart wasn’t in a nursey tale. He couldn’t just magically escape. All he could do was just sit here and suffer, doomed to die a slow and painful death by getting buried alive.
But Fireheart couldn’t give up this easily, right? He gone through so much to become a clan cat. To get away from his two-legs and truly become a hero. He couldn’t stay a hero if he was dead.
Getting filled to the brim with determination, Fireheart rapidly began to move. After a bit of wiggling, he actually managed to get the brambles holding his fore paws together apart.
Smiling Fireheart began to run, trying his best to outrun Whitetail and Spottedheart. Glancing back Fireheart saw Bluestar, her eyes wide and shocked. Fireheart didn’t want her to die. But he knew that he couldn’t fight off two shadowclan warriors. He would have to come back for the thunderclan leader.
Then again Bluestar said she had given up on thunderclan. She said that the clan was full of traitors. So maybe she did deserve this in a way. Sighing Fireheart shook his thoughts away. Even if Bluestar was acting like an idiot. She still didn’t deserve to die. The orange tabby would come back to save her.
Fireheart’s heart was pounding as sweat poured off his orange fur. His breath was in rapid, short paces as Adrenaline coursed through his veins. A thin layer of sweat covered the nape of Fireheart’s neck.
Forcing himself to keep his breath steady Fireheart’s eyes began to water. The sun beaming down onto his pelt didn't help him any. His whole body ached; he was never in this much pain. His legs were stinging, and it felt like they were going to fall off. Maybe he should just give up. It was likely that Spottedheart and Whitetail would end up finding him if he managed to escape anyway. And he knew for sure Tigerstar would end up destroying thunderclan.
But Fireheart couldn’t just give up. Narrowing his eyes he ran faster, lifting his feet up and down the hot sand. He was going to go back to thunderclan. He was going to kill Tigerstar and rule thunderclan as the next thunderclan leader. He kept pushing himself, making sure he ran faster and harder.
The ground blurred below Fireheart. He continued running for what seemed like longer than he should have the only things that could hinder him from survival were his physical limitations.
Rushing across the sand Spottedheart narrowed her eyes. She hated all thunderclan cats. Every single one of them deserved a long and painful, drawn-out death. Unless the thunderclan cats could be changed they should all be killed. But Whitetail knew that Fireheart would never change. He would forever be a loyal thunderclan warrior. Well, at least he would be until he was dead.
Suddenly catching up on Fireheart, Spottedheart unsheathed her sharp claws and tackled him onto the ground.
“You can't get away from me.” Spottedheart purred in an overly, fake cheerful tone. “You're going to die a slow, painful death in your sand grave. No matter what you do your never going to escape that.”
Fireheart’s heart drooped instantly. His hopes were crushed instantly. He should have run faster; he should have put more effort into actually escaping. But now he captured once more and was going to die.
“let’s get this over already.” Whitetail ordered. “I don’t want to be here all day.” he sighed.
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grabbing Fireheart more carefully Whitetail and Spottedheart wrapped new brambles around his forepaws more painfully and tightly.
Throwing Fireheart into the hole Spottedheart and Whitetail then grabbed Bluestar and did the same. Fireheart and Bluestar were in the hole squished together. They were back-to-back and couldn’t move at all. It was slowly driving Fireheart insane.
Leaning down Whitetail and Spottedheart kicked sand over Bluestar and Fireheart. Sighing Bluestar closed her eyes. She was going to die now and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
This was kind of all her fault in a way. Tigerstar was just like Thistleclaw. The blue-gray she-cat should have listened to Fireheart when she had the chance.
But she didn’t and now both her and her loyal deputy were going to die because of it.
But to both of the cat’s surprise Whitetail and Spottedheart made sure their head was poking out of the hole. They then slashed off both of the cat’s blindfolds, revealing they were in a hot dessert.
“Why are you leaving our heads out of the sand?” Fireheart asked, not expecting to get a reply. It just didn’t make sense to him. If Whitetail and Spottedheart were trying to bury him and Bluestar alive then it wouldn’t work if there wasn’t sand over the two cats heads.
“Oh, did you think we were going to quickly bury you alive?” Whitetail asked, letting out a crude chuckle.
“y-yeah...” Fireheart muttered, realizing he was most likely wrong. But if he wasn’t going to get buried alive then what was going to happen to him?
“You aren't going to die a slow death you idiot.” Spottedheart spoke up. “You're going to die a long and slow death. We didn’t put sand over your heads because of that. You will be alive for a few days to a week. When you die your most likely both going to go insane due to the lack of food and water.” 290Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCO7OMY1ShR
Bluestar and Fireheart were both shocked, their eyes were wide. That sounded worse than getting gutted alive.
The sun was getting hotter and hotter by the minute. It seeped over the two cats and beamed off their pelts. Sweat kept pouring off Bluestar’s and Fireheart’s bodies. They were already tired, hungry and thirsty. It was going to get way worse in the days to come.
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