DeathClan ( The merciless and terrifying. High ranks open!)

"Stay out of this rouge" he spat "you may not be ready for torture but this one definitely is" he snarled "a cowardly prisoner is of no use to us... Especially one that tries to flea in broad daylight and expects no cat to notice" he said digging his long claws in deeper. He smiled as he saw the blood start to trickle out of the wound.

Storm hissed as the toms claws dug in deeper. She was use to it by now but that doesn't mean she didn't feel the pain of it. She looked over at Scar with pity. I can't believe they broke him. She looked back up at Hawkwing and Sharpfang.

Hawkwing pushed his brother to the ground and gave him a glare.
"Perhaps you forgot your little play date with Scarletpool and I?" He growled at his brother before turning his head to the others.

Scar laid on the ground where Hawkwing pushed him, listening to the cats words. He defiantly wasn't going to challenge him.

Storm let out a yowl, trying to get away from his claws. She hated her punishments, these cats were vicious and disrespectful. She wanted to say something but didn't because of the fear of getting scratched worse.

Scar stared over at his friend, his face showed his horror, hoping that he'd never have to feel that pain again.

Hawkwing watched the cat and cleared his throat before staring at the she-cats face.

Hawkwing let out a soft chuckle before looking over at Sharpfang.
"She may be, but we aren't," he mumbled to the cat.

Hawkwing nodded his head but looked around, making sure no one else was watching.
"We shouldn't make a scene, let's take her somewhere else," he meowed to Sharpfang before looking over at Scar. He loved to torture this cat mentally and psychically and what better way to do that then for him to see his friend get tortured?
"Scar, come with us," he meowed.

Scar looked up at his brother and let out a small sigh. He knew what Hawkwing was planning.

Hawkwing looked back over at Sharpfang and could see the excitement on the cats face.
"Lead the way, make sure to take us somewhere hidden in the forest," he meowed.

Hawkwing followed the Executioner into the clearing, he looked around and noticed that this wasn't that bad of a spot for this sort of thing. He looked over at Scar and flicked his tail, motioning for him to follow. The tom leaped up onto the rock and stood over Sharpfang and the Prisoner. He was most defiantly sure that this tom was a vicious cat, he was the Executioner after all.
"This Prisoner has attempted escape countless times and has even attacked many of our Warriors in the days. Storm, we will not end your life, that would be too nice. Sharpfang, I trust that you'll help me with this. Scar, you sit and watch, if I see you look away at all, I'll have the same punishment put on you," he hissed.

Scar sat down, looking at his friend in pity.

Storm let out a yowl at the discomfort being caused by Sharpfang. Killing her was indeed too nice of a thing for DeathClan cats to do, she just wanted it to be over.

Hawkwing stared down at the Prisoner and up at Sharpfang and smiled. He opened his mouth to say something but froze when he came up with an idea.
"Scar, why don't you do us the honors?" What better way to mentally and psychically hurt this Prisoner then to have her best friend hurt her. He looked over at Scar who had a mixture of fear and shook. He loved messing with his brother.
"Or, you get the same punishment."

Scar looked over at Hawkwing then down at his friend. He didn't want to hurt her but he also didn't want the same punishment. He slowly padded forward towards Storm and looked down at her, her face was filled with anger, fear, and confusion. He looked over at Sharpfang, hoping he'd help him out of this.

Sharpfang silently pitied Scar, after all he only enjoyed hurting those who deserved it. That didn't matter whether is was mental or phisical. But if Hawkwing wanted to watch his brother suffer... Then Sharpfang would be happy to watch. Before letting Scar take over, Sharpfang used his back left paw and his front right law to yank the skin on Storm's back. It caused no blood, but it was very painful. He kept Storm held down whilst Scar took his position on the rock.

Scar watched Storm yowl in pain, his heart ached and he looked at his paws. But the look on Hawkwing's face was he better do it and he better do it now. He put a claw on his friends cheek and looked over at Hawkwing, hoping he'd stop at the last moment.

Hawkwing nodded his head and watched his brother. This wasn't all about hurting his brother, it was also seeing him actually hurt someone. He hated that Scar wasn't as vicious as he was.

Scar sighed and looked down at Storm. He dug his claw in and quickly cut through her skin, causing blood to leak out.
Storm yowled in pain, looking up at her best friend who just cut her.

Hawkwing smirked, now it was time for them. He was happy that he saw Scar hurt someone he scared about, it was a different kind of low.

Storm looked over at Scar, feeling betrayed. She half understood but at the moment, she didn't even want to look at him anymore.

Hawkwing waited for a few moments, staring at Storm before rearing forward and grabbing the she-cat by her throat with his claws. He dug his claws in but made sure not to cut off her air way like he did to Scar by accident. He threw the she-cat off the rock and let Sharpfang take a turn. He took it easy so that Sharpfang could mainly have his turns.

Scar scrapped his claws along the rock, watching the same thing that happened to him happen to his friend broke his heart.

Hawkwing watched the tom, stunned. He had no idea the tom was going to do that. He was impressed. But now he wanted to do more.

Storm let out a cry when she hit the rock. She coughed up blood, not enough to kill her, but enough to prove that was was defiantly injured.

Hawkwing crouched, stalking the she-cat before rearing forward and striking her stomach hard. He manly targeted her stomach, the main hard that probably hurt the most. He pounced up and slammed into her stomach again before slashing a line all the way down from her cheek down to her leg. He let out a growl and grabbed her by the neck, throwing her far enough for her to hit a big oak tree.

Scar watched, his face showing it all. He was mortified.

Sharpfang looked over at Scar. He hadn't wanted to cause the deputies brother such mental pain, but the mortified look on his face only made Sharpfang want to hurt Stom even more. He stalked over to the still Prisoner and grabbed her by her back leg. He twisted it around the wrong way until he saw the pain show in Storm's face. He then proceeded to produce deep scratches on the twisted up leg. It pleased him to see the blood seep out of the damaged leg. He waited until the blood stopped and then lunged in and tore out a chunk of flesh from Storm's left back leg. He watched as her fur quickly became sodden with Crimson blood and then backed away. He knew that she wouldn't die from the wounds, but she wouldn't be far off. Sharpfang looked up at Hawkwing with admiration in his eyes. He couldn't wait to see what the strong Tom would do next!

Storm let out a yowl, her vision getting fuzzy. The blood soaked around her as this was the worst pain she had ever experience. Scarletpool was a vicious cat but these two cats were a lot more worse. She grabbed at the ground, trying to crawl away.

Hawkwing slowly creeped over, watching the she-cat wither in pain. He crouched down, looking her in the eyes as she looked back with fear. He waited a couple of minutes, letting her catch her breath before he grabbed the she-cat by her throat and threw her over to Scar's paws.
"I'm sick and tired of waiting for you to snap, Scar. Kill her." He growled, his eyes narrowing and voice rising.

Scar stared over at Hawkwing before crouching down and looking at Storm.
"Storm? Are you okay?" He whimpered.

Storm as well whimpered but in pain. She forced herself to look up at Scar, she knew he wouldn't kill her.