Gotta Make Some Friends... I Guess...

(OOC: Alright, I'm jump in now then. And sorry for the upcoming gore and sadism. XD)

Shadekit continued to storm through the territory, his little fuzzy tail lashing. He was still fuming at what Petalkit had done to him. Sure, she saved his life, but that didn't mean she needed to mother him. He barely needed Sweetheart to care for him anymore!

He blinked in surprise when a sudden scent caught his attention. He looked beside him and found a mouse was nibbling on a seed, its backed turned to him. It was almost as big as he was. A sudden idea struck him. He could catch his very first prey before being an apprentice! Then once he returned to camp he could show Ivystar and Jaystream and Sweetheart and especially Petalkit how capable and resourceful a cat he really was!

He crouched down and began stalking it, just as he had seen some newbie apprentices practice in camp. When he was close enough, he pounced. He landed on its back and it let out a squeal of alarm, but Shadekit clawed deep into its pelt to pin it down. Once all four sets of claws were in its warm flesh, he stared down at it as it struggled and squealed. He caught the look in its beady black eyes -- the look of true terror. It was so satisfying. At least this mouse knew who to respect!

He grinned widely as he lifted up a clawed paw and began slowly raking his claws down its face, leaving a trail of claw marks and blood in its wake, completely tearing its ear off. It squealed and wailed in agony, and it struggled harder, but he wasn't done with it just yet. He slowly inched his claws towards one of its eyes, building up its dreaded anticipation, until finally he poked its eye. He pushed deeper and deeper into the little eyeball, blood spewing from the wound, and he scooped it out, the little optic nerve snapping like a blade of grass being pulled from the ground. It continued to shriek bloody murder in sheer agony, and he watched as the blood slowly oozed from its wounds.

Finally, when it had lost enough blood to stop struggling enough to escape, he flipped it on its back and slashed his claws into its throat. He watched in fascination as it sputtered and choked on its own blood, feebly writhing, desperately searching for air. This carried on for several moments, and the mouse was reduced to mere twitches of its whiskers and feet, until at long last it stopped moving altogether.

Shadekit grinned wider. He couldn't wait to become a hunter.

The member 'Yoshachu' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 1

Petalkit purred at her mother's affection and continued leading the way, a hop in her step from her mother's high praise. Finally, she was getting the recognition she deserved! But she stopped in fear once she recognized a sickly sweet smell in the air. Blood... Shadekit! Petalkit darted towards the source of the scent, but skidded to a halt when she saw the tom torturing a mouse. At first, she was filled with fear of the tom, especially after he had hit her earlier. But then she was filled with rage as she remembered the warrior code.
#4: Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life.
"What are you doing?!" Petalkit screamed, stomping up to the other kit. "Don't you know the warrior code?!" She looked down at the poor mouse, still feebly twitching. She gave it a bite to the neck, ending its misery. "What is wrong with you?"

Silverfang walked along Petalkit until her nose caught the scent of blood and fresh-kill near. Before she could grab her kit, the little she-cat was already running toward the origin of that smell and she didn't have another choice rather than follow her. And what she saw horrified her. How could a kit do such a bloody mess for no reason? What kind of twisted mind did he have? Of course, the warrior didn't blame Shadekit for his behaviour... she blamed the she-cat who was raising him: Sweetheart.

"Stay away from him, Petalkit!" She mewed with an angry hiss directed to the tom-kit and clearly concerned about her daughter's safety. Stepping forward between the two young kittens, Silverfang looked down at Shadekit with narrowed eyes that showed her disapproval and disgust for the kit's actions. "What in the name of Starclan is wrong with you?! We're going to the camp right now and you'll never leave it again until somehow you manage to be an apprentice!" Not asking any question, the Riverclan queen grabbed the brown tabby tom by the scruff. "Come, Petalkit. We're going back." She mewed turning her body and leaving that poor mouse behind. No matter how Shadekit would struggle, she wasn't going to let go.

Shadekit's eyes widened at the two she-cats when they hissed at him. Angel broiled within him. How dare they disrespect him? He hunted for the Clan, and that's all that mattered! When Silverfang picked him up, he hissed and spat as he thrashed. "Hey! Put me down! I was hunting for the Clan! Don't leave my mouse behind! Let me go!"

Petalkit growled as she followed behind her mother. "You weren't hunting for the clan, you were torturing that poor mouse! We are supposed to thank Starclan for its life, not prolong its death!" Petalkit fell in beside the kit hanging by his scruff and snarled at him. "You're cruel. That's why you hit me, wasn't it?"

The she-cat agreed to every word of her daughter and she kept her grip around the tom's scruff as they walked. But what really made her mad was to hear that Shadekit dared to lay a paw on her dear Petalkit.  Hissing, she shook the tom on her mouth in a way she wouldn't harm him but only stun him for a bit.

With her fur bristling, Silverfang entered the Riverclan camp and she made her way to the nursery. There, she soon found Sweetheart and she dropped the small tom-kit in front of her paws. With narrowed angry eyes, the she-cat snarled at the other queen and her kit. She denied any possibility of him being her kin. "Keep your kit away from my daughter, Sweetheart! I found him near to the river torturing and prolonging the suffering of a poor mouse." She spatted with hate on every word before returning her focus to Shadekit. "If you dare to harm Petalkit again, you weak coward, I promise that you have wished not being born." The warrior said with an intimidating glare. This kit was dangerous and she knew it.

Shadekit yowled and spat when he was shaken, but he was unable to do anything to stop the much stronger she-cat. He fell limp in her grasp, and he squeaked as he flopped to the ground with a muffled thump. He quickly stood back up, and he returned Silverfang's harsh, hateful glare with one of his own, his fur fluffing up angrily.

Sweetheart, however, did recoil at the other queen's harsh words, but what really scared her was hearing what Shadekit had done to that poor mouse. She was the one who caused Shadekit to break his glare with Silverfang, cuffing him over the ear with a sheathed paw. "Shadekit! For StarClan's sake, what is wrong with you? You already know you aren't supposed to be running off on your own, and now you're torturing prey? I can never speak to one of my only friends in the entire Clan now because of you!"

Shadekit rounded on Sweetheart and hissed. "Who cares about your feelings? What about mine? I was just trying to provide for the Clan!"

"Torturing prey is not providing for the Clan! It goes against the warrior code!"

"Like you'd know anything about the warrior code! I've heard what cats have been saying, you've been banned from going outside the camp because you're being suspected for helping ThunderClan! If I was leader, I'd make sure you and Nutfur both were killed right on the spot! If it weren't for you, Silverfang and all the other cats would actually like me! I hate having a traitor for a mother!"

"I-I..." Sweetheart stammered in shock.

But Shadekit didn't give her a chance to interject. "I hate you, Sweetheart! Everyone in RiverClan hates you! The cats who are your friends probably just pity you because you're the most hated cat in the Clan! Just do us all a favor already and jump over the gorge!" Panting heavily, the kit whipped around and stalked into the far corner of the nursery, then curled up with his back to his mother.

Tears began to roll down Sweetheart's cheeks. Her own son hated her. Her son thought everyone in the Clan hated her. And they're probably right. She had no friends. She had no family. The only other cat who had ever loved her was Scorchfang, but he had moved on.

Sweetheart was all alone.

She didn't even bother looking up at Petalkit or Silverfang.

Petalkit gasped at the way that Shadekit had talked to his own mother. She watched the tears running down the queen's face and felt overcome with guilt. She didn't know what had happened between her mother and this cat... but surely she didn't deserve all that, did she? Petalkit looked down at the ground, swallowing back a whine... before her resolve hardened. Sweetheart didn't need her sympathy. Nobody did. All Petalkit needed was Silverfang... that was the only cat that ever truly seemed to care about her. She looked over at Shadekit, curled up in the corner, and scoffed. He could throw a tantrum all he wanted... his actions were the reason nobody liked him. And next time he though he could hit her, she would be ready. More than ready.