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Hookclaw heard a commotion over in the prisoners keep. He got up, slowly, and stretched out before sauntering over. His claws were unsheathed, as always, and hr had drawn back his lips in a snarl.

He slowly extended his paws as he walked, leaving deep scores in the Earth as he went. His ears were cocked as he listened out for any signs of a fight breaking out.

He confidently entered the area where the prisoners were kept and sighed. Walking paws a dark grey she cat, he slashed at her paw, which he considered to be too close to him, the she-cat whimpered in pain and it made Hookclaw smile. He saw Dewpaw and trotted over to him. Nodding he sat down and began cleaning his pelt.

Hookclaw smiled malicly "that'll put thosr vermin in their place" he spat "Now that one of there youngest members has been hurt they will understand that you're not messing around" he smiled again and thought about killing all of them. What was the point in being an Executioner if all you got to do was torture. He had hoped to perform an execution today,but that wouldn't happen... we still have to get Information from them the words of the other cats echoed on his mind.

(Hey guys, I'm here and going to be on mobile all day. I'll try to get in some replies but my phone keyboard is terrible.)

SN: littlesong42
Cat's Name: Darkdapple
Cat's Age: 24 moons
Description: Darkdapple is a black she~cat with a white belly. She has black speckles on her belly but large white spots on her back. Her fur is thick and short, so it is harder to get to skin during a battle. She also has white paws on all four paws like socks, and her two front paws have black toes. Her tail tip is white, but is spotted with tiny black dots.
Personality: Darkdapple is determined to become the leader, and she spends every passing moment training for it. She is quick and nimble on her paws, but is strong enough to hold down a cat. She is vicious in battle and her claws are long, hooked, and always sharpened.
History: Darkdapple was a rogue before she joined NightClan. She was always a secretive cat, and hardly ever speaks about her past to anyone.
Other: she has a torn ear-tip.

Hookclaw admired the apprentices eagerness "well you go up to her then... I'll be right behind you... How about you get her to answer back and I'll pin her down, the rest we can both do" he smiled and laughed out of Shere bliss. Nothing gave him more happiness then executions.

(I hope you done mind if I RP the prisoner a bit)

Hookclaw nodded with pleasure. He looked at the she-cat. Dewpaw hadn't been wrong, she looked a state. Her fur was so dirty that only patches of its original grey showed through the thick, rancid mud that thickly covered her. She looked scared, but her fear scent wasn't strong. She wasn't going to react rashly just yet. Hookclaw heaved himself to his large paws, claws still unsheathed, and he sauntered over to stand a few mouse lengths behind Dewpaw. The prisoner was definitely the right target. She was so young... Not many places to hurt her though.

Hookclaw sighed and flicked his tail towards her. Once he had her attention he asked "have you made any friends here?" her eyes flickered towards an older female cat with a male sat next to her the movement had been quick, but Hookclaw had seen it "ahh so yoy have" he concluded padding up to the other female. Without warning he lunged forward and grabbed her by the neck. She howled in pain and the tomcat next to her snarled and raised a paw. Before he could do anything, Hookclaw kicked out with his strong back legs and sent the other tom flying backwards over to a smaller cat. The tom lay still, unconscious. Hookclaw turned his attention back to the younger she, the older one still in his jaws. By now the young one was cowering... This was what I wanted he thought. He let the she cat go and jumped over to the young prisoner "see how easy it is to lose the ones you love?" he said and he took a step for. 

The prisoner leapt at Hookclaw perfect  he thought. He pinned her down in one swift movement and stared at Dewpaw. Signaling with his tail that it was time to start the fun.

Hookclaw smiled "with pleas" he snarled. He decided to test out her pain threshold first. He dug a claw into her sholder. She yowled out in pain and Hookclaw laughed "that's all you've got... This is going to prove easy" he grinned and added "I love it when they scream" he raked his claws along her back, creating long but shallow claw marks. The prisoner yowled in pain, making Hookclaw shiver with delight. He took a short break to look at the other prisoners around him. Most were frozen with fear, some cowered and covered their faces. A select few had furious looks entraled on them, but they didn't bother Hookclaw. Turning back to the young cat he sighed. No blood yet, how boring. He'd have to remedy that, quick. He bit down on her left forpaw. She squieled and Hookclaw bit down harder. Everytime she made a noise he bit harder, until he heard a satisfactory crunch. He had broken the bones and now the she-cat wouldn't stop whining. He grinned, blood covering hos teeth. The Teath marks on her paw spurted out thick crimson blood. Hookclaw moved swiftly on, this time to her tail... He had only done this once before, but it had gotten the beat reaction he had ever had. It made his prey die quicker, but it was worth it.

Hookclaw looked up at Dewpaw and saw the longing in the young tom's eyes. He smiled, admiring the cats ambitious nature "after I make this next move there wont be much time left... Admittedly I've only done it once before, but it makes for a great show." he paused still seeing the apprentice's yearning "and when I'm finished with that" he slyly grinned "it'll be your turn"

(Littleclaw and Dark, I will add both of you once I get on a computer. Littlesong, you have permission to roleplay! You can go and post a starter.)

{Shadowstrike (w/ Viper), Juniperfrost, and Hawkfall are all open. If you guys want, Shadowstrike can organize an ambush on the rogues out of the territory. I know that Hookclaw isn't on the ambush squad, but he should probably go anyways to strengthen the numbers of the attack.}

(Okay, after Dewpaw finishes off the prisoner, his mentor can take him on patrol or something)
Dewpaw-
He padded over to the dying prisoner. "Dont worry, this will hirt you than it will me!" He put a paw on her shoulder, claws extended and sunk them in as far as he could. With lightning speed he bit her neck with the much emphasized killing bite. He sheathed his claws and began licking the blood off his paw. He turned the other prisoners, "I hope you paid attention, because this is what happens when NightClan doesnt get their way!"

(Thank you!)

Cloudpaw sniffed the air, hoping for some prey. He was hungry, but he knew he had to feed the Clan first. He scented a mouse, and leapt blindly towards it, making the grass tremble and scaring the creature away. "Mouse-dung!" he cursed under his breath. Hunting wasn't his thing.

(Both forms have been added!)

Shadowstrike-Clan Camp- Just past Sunhigh

Shadowstrike had just returned from a highly successful border patrol. The fresh scent of a rogue had been picked up, the first in over a moon. The trail was easily followed, for the rogue obviously was an amateur to the ways of stealth. But the Ambush Leader had to give the outsider at least some credit. His entire life, Shadowstrike had been trained to execute each and every mission in a covert style. Anything else was simply unacceptable by his standards. The trail of the cat faded in and out, its strength ebbing away in some areas, while growing more prominent in others. But the true giveaway was the unmistakable fear scent that jumped out at the patrolling cats, practically begging the NightClan warriors to follow the outsider. But the trail's lure was strong, most likely because the rogue was easy pickings, a cat that would effortlessly boost Shadowstrike's status in the Clan, and most definitely please the leader. How easily you could earn respect through these tasks- a capture, a defeated enemy, a kill. No, in the Ambush Leader's case, it wasn't a matter of clawing your way to the top. Of course, it still took dedication, time, and hint of fate on your side, but by a simple game of manipulation and deceit, anything could become yours. But there was a price to pay for fortune in Clan politics, of course. It was almost cruel how easily Shadowstrike could turn a blind eye to the scornful glares thrown at him daily, but fall prey in the end to something far more simple- his own mind. With his moral compass tossed aside to make room for the justification of murder, there was nothing stopping the feelings of guilt seeming into his thoughts at night. Faces of those he had wronged in order to gain status haunted his dreams, twisting them into nightmares. And when he woke up, the terror remained, following him into the day. It was a necessary sacrifice, the black tom constantly reminded himself. Certain things must come to be as an after effect of power. And I shall not deny it's callings. Fate is willing me towards this destiny, and I must never tear my feet from its path. As for turning back? Never. I would be doubling back straight into the claws of my demons.

Shadowstrike shook his head. That's been enough time spent in thought. There is a hunt to be pursued. The tom cat's amber eyes blazed, adrenaline already starting to heighten his senses. He mounted the Fallen Tree, yowling for the attention of his squad members. Shadowstrike's voice rang throughout the clearing, alerting the cats of NightClan. "May all strategists gather in the outer territory's glade. The meeting will commence shortly."