Soulfang the prisoner (open to all of Thunderclan)

Specklefur let out a surprised screech as the tom barreled into her, almost immediately she felt blood rush down her face, Specklefur writhed in pain as she let out a vicious hiss, raising her paws, her claws unsheathed as she blindly swung, hopefully hitting Soulfang in the process.

Specklefur raised her back legs in hopes of pummeling the toms stomach, maybe even catch her back claws on the side of him and tearing the older wounds open even further. "We are only stating the truth fox-heart! You are weaker than a beetle! You have made the wrong move Soulfang, I will kill you!" She spat, forcing her eyes open as she raised her head up, to hopefully meet his neck, but was quickly blinded by the blood leaking into her eyes, and soon loosing her sight from it once more. further enraging her more.

Soulfang yanked his head back as he saw her head snapped up. "Oh, it isn't ending that quickly. I have been waiting for this a long time kittypet." The tom spat. His paw forcefully shoved down on her neck slamming her head back down before he chuckled and looked at her eyes, well, eye. That smirk, grin, smile, whatever you wanted to call it would not leave his face. His eyes were not emotionless , but full of satisfaction. He was dealing the pain she had caused him back when she attacked him on the Thunderpath. "Tell me Specklefur, does this feel familiar?" The tom spat as he slowly lifted his paw off her neck only to slam it back down again, putting all of his force down onto his front leg. "If I am truly weak as a beetle. Than you must be a piece of fox dung." Soulfang said as he looked down at her. He was about to go through his thoughts when he back claws slashed at his stomach re-opening a wound. He hissed in pain as he felt his skin rip and blood start to flow from his skin. The tom growled as he unsheathed his claws on the paw that was pressing on Specklefur's throat only for them to be sheathed again. He didn't want this to end just yet. Quickly, the Shadowclan tom lifted his free paw putting more force onto the other and slammed it onto her ear, making sure to rip at it as much as possible. He could feel her continue to kick his stomach forcefully, he felt like he was going to vomit his stomach out from it. He wasn't satisfied, he wanted to show her he had no mercy and did not appreciate her terrible attempts to get him off. With that he lashed his head forward and took her ear into his mouth only about a quarter away before he snapped his jaws closed and started to yank his head back multiple times in an attempt to rip it off.

Specklefur let out a screech as her throat was pounded with great force, air escaping her lungs as she struggled to take in air, she had to admit, she was helpless, the first time in her life, just as she noticed how familiar the situation was, she felt something rip, and it hurt like never before. The she-cat let out a screech of pain as adrenaline raced through her veins, at a vicious attempt, she pulled back her legs as far as she could and rapidly pounded at his stomach, dragging her long, yet fragile blood stained cartilage as far as she could deep into his belly, a few pieces of her claws implanting themselves into the skin of the Shadowclan tom.

Her rage has never, ever, been so strong before, her ear and eye throbbed in pain, her neck feeling as if it could collapse, but she couldn't loose now, not in front of her clanmates, she only had to hope that Dewstar could hear this and bring order. She relentlessly snapped at him, a fury of claws flailing, but with an occasional withering of pain, from fear, pain, adrenaline, and fury she shook, blood and fur staining the camp floor.

Blackpaw turned to look at Soulfang. Her mouth shot open as he started to attack Specklefur. She quickly closed it, and a smile stretched across her face. She finally saw him in action, and she liked it. All the blood, all the wounds, all the fur flying everywhere. She almost started to laugh, but held it back. She didn't want Spottedfeather to hear her. She liked this more than she thought she would. All those wounds open, and he can still fight perfectly! I... I need him to train me! She was going to follow him anywhere and annoy him until he said yes. She needed his training, and maybe she could use what she would learn from him on Windclan. She quickly looked around, making sure no one saw her smiling. She replaced her smile with a face of anger. She looked back at Spottedfeather, wondering if she would do anything.

Soulfang arched his back as he tried to avoid her frantic kicks to escape. Didn't she get it? His claws dug into her neck to show he wasn't afraid to spill her blood. His tail swung back and forth as he placed his other paw on her chest. "Don't you ever learn you mouse brain?" Soulfang spat in anger as he did the same to the untouched ear. He viciously yanked back multiple times until he felt it rip free. The taste of blood filled his mouth as he glared at Specklefur. "What's wrong Specklefur? Do you feel hopeless? You can't fight back? Hmm?" The tom said in a teasing tone as he looked at her shoulder. His teeth bared before he bit deeply into the flesh and yanked away. He spat out the fur left in his mouth and hissed.

OOC: Grey has officially let Soul treat Speckle as punching bag guys

Specklefur let out a gasp as she felt both of her ears tear, pain shooting through her shoulder. "I'll fight back against you until you kill me! Until then, I will fight!" She spat, it took a lot of strength to say her words, she felt weak, blood loss making her limps ache, her legs went limp, air struggling to flow to her lungs and carbon dioxide to flood out, she was using what strength she had to simply stay awake, it hurt a lot, almost too much, it felt as if her consciousness was leaking through her paws like water. Specklefur managed to raise her front paws, slamming them against his face with the greatest force she could muster, digging her claws as far in as she could, and dragged them down, all she could do now, was wait for her clan to get him off, hopefully kill him maybe... this was a first.

A flash of a calico pelt barreled into Soulfang, knocking him off of Specklefur. Tawnywing stood defensively in front of her clanmate, and looked down at Soulfang, whom she left laying on the ground. "Don't think you can attack my clanmate and get away with it mouse-brain." she hissed.

The tom felt his side being slammed into as he was shoved off of Specklefur. The sound of rushing blood filled his ears as he slammed into the ground. Blood now soaked his pelt and pieces of flesh was now stuck between his claws and teeth. Blood dripped from all parts of his body, it was hard to tell if it was his own or the Thunderclan warrior's. His frost coloured eyes looked at the warrior who had pushed him, he wouldn't be forgetting hewr anytime soon. That's when his eyes tore away from her and looked at the broken and defeated Specklefur. His face lit up as he saw his damage, her pride and ego drained away by him. It was a memory that would be stained into his brain for the rest of his life. "You call that a clan cat? She is pathetic.  Wouldn't even throw me off. She is useless. You should have let me spill her blood you mouse-brain."  Soulfang spat as he felt his whole body ache. The pain was killing him. But he wasn't going to give up. He'd fight all of them if put in that position. His eyes lazily looked around as he shook his head and focused his eyes again.

Specklefur let out a few wheezes, feeling pressure lifted from her battered and bruised body, she struggled to lift herself up, but with shaky legs she fell once more to the ground, "The... only reason you won, was you surprised me, nothing more..." She struggled as she laid motionless on the ground in pain. "Spottedfeather, can you watch Tawnywing and Soulfang? And you, Firepaw, go get Ploverheart." She snapped, she wasn't one to bark orders, nor was she in the position to do so, but, she was hurt and felt as if it was necessary.

Specklefur let her shaky breath stabilize, her good eye looking off at the camp entrance, black dots spotting her vision as she looked on, strangely relaxed as she fell into unconsciousness.

Addertail was about to say something to his daughter, not to rile him up in case he did what happened next: he stopped before he could speak as Soulfang suddenly insulted all of them and then out of nowhere attacked Specklefur. He leaped to his paws, snarling, about to attack but realized that Specklefur was strong...She could do this, and moreover she'd be furious if he got involved f it was unnecessary; this would be a good chance to teach this tom his place--
She was losing fast. Addertail rushed forward only to be cut off once more as the speedy Tawnywing bowled Soulfang over and ended it. He growled and rushed over to Soulfang, slamming heavy paws on his shoulders to hold him down. "Shut your trap, fox-heart. You'll be going through a lot more pain than you are now while you're here. Get used to it." He snarled in the tom's face, tail lashing. He suddenly reeled back and kicked the limp Shadowclan cat backwards so that he'd be in more pain, and in result wouldn't get up any time soon. Hopefully. He seemed pretty hurt himself, so his hit probably wasn't needed, but hey, he deserved it and Addertail has been wanting to do that for a long time. //shot
He turned his head to look at the others. "I'll be glad to watch him if needed. I'm aware of what he's capable of." He offered, glaring back at Soulfang.

OOC: Geez guys, coulda waited slightly for me....

IC: Spottedfeather barely heard the fight start, but once she did so, it was too late, and by the time it ended, she hadn't been able to get to it. She had caught the slightest of smiles, pointed toward Soulfang most likely, Blackpaw. She was in fact, looking straight at the apprentice. She growled and shoved the apprentice backwards, jerking him back to reality. "You are hopeless. You better leave my morning or forget about this cat, or else." she threatened. She would not tolerate a disloyal cat in the clan, and neither would Dewstar. If it meant having to be mean, so be it. She stalked to Soulfang, whom was just kicked and grabbed his scruff, yanking him up high, and shoved him harshly against the ground, most likely causing a lot of damage. She then put all her weight on him and put her claws against his throat, causing a little blood to leak. "You stupid cat. Your lucky I don't kill you now. But, I would rather you suffer slowly than have the pleasure of dying quickly"

Nightfire glanced back and saw a fight had commenced, no surprise. He quickly messed with Specklefur's wounds and made sure she would be fine, before dragging her into his den. He walked back out, smirking at the pain the tom was in.

OOC2: Oh, and Soul. If you read my post, Nightfire had stung Soulfang's eye fiercely. Go look if you want to know how. You just didn't mention any pain of the sort...

OOC: we did that so we could beat the crap out of eachother before someone posted. Also I read the post the day before and forgot about that DX

SoulFang bared his teeth before Addertail kicked him, the tom snarled as he slammed into the ground. The pain was unbearable but he just smiled weakly through it. He didn't want them too know it bothered them, he was not weak. The words replaying in his mind as he made a useless attempt to hide the pain. His legs trembled as he tried to stand only to be stopped as he was grabbed by the scruff and thrown again. He growled in pain as he was laying there. Soulfang's eye that wasn't but I go like a hot fire opened and stared at the deputy right before she put her claws on his neck. "You kill me and I will unleash all of Dark Forest on your clan. You can't stop me, I will haunt you until the minute you take a step into Starclan territory." The tom spat before he fell unconscious from all the bleeding and pain. Hopefully he wouldn't be ended there.

The sounds of hissing, spitting, and yowling filled the leader's den as well as snarls and screeches of pain. Dewstar was frustrated- she knew who the problem was. She climbed the Highrock, unnoticed, and watched the fight for a while. She watched Spottedfeather force the captive to the ground and then trade words with him before releasing a loud, angry snarl. She almost wished he hadn't fainted. "I want that fox starved." She barked the order at Spottedfeather, her anger showing by the way she scraped at the Highrock with her claws. "No one feeds him, no one treats his wounds or brings him water. Don't talk to him. Don't look at him. Keep the apprentices away- I don't want that murderer-" She forcefully spat out 'murderer' with disgust, even if she wasn't 100% positive he was the killer. "-influencing our young ones. When we are done with him, the remnants of his Clan won't want the waste of fur back." Dewstar's gray fur was fluffed, hackles raised, and claws drawn out to their full length. Forget mercy. Forget forgiveness. The words of her mate and the life he gave her rung in her ears, but she discarded them. "We will have justice, even and especially if it means a slow, painful death. You keep an eye on him, Nightfire. From now on, he is a sick little kit under your watch." Sick, in more ways than one.

as swiftkit left the nursery and as he does he sees soulfang and wonder why hes alone

Stormblaze  looked at Dewstar. Maybe I could make sure the younger ones don't come over, I could be a guard Stormblaze thought.
"let the miserable prisoner die," Stormblaze muttered under his breath. Soulfang was really making Stormblaze angry for attacking Spottedfeather.