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

Sharpfang chuckled to himself and thought haha a kit wouldn't completely understand anyway "That I did" he said smiling "catching and prey is a great achievement and sets a cat on the right path, without being able to hunt, a DeathClan cat isn't worth much... Equally if a cat can't kill other cats then they're pretty useless aswell. Even a hunter needs the skills to kill a cat aswell" he licked his paw and pressed his tail back to his side and fluffed it out, covering the long deep scars on his side.

Sharpfang pricked his ears and said, quietly " go for it... Although be quiet and relish every moment of it" he grinned at the sight of the exited kit. Looking at the mouse his paws began to tingle he loved the look in a creatures eyes as the life drained away, he knew that Nepia would feel the same. As he watched the kit he wondered how she would go about killing the mouse, would she slit its throat, or maybe crush it. He personally liked pulling on there tails and crushing their windpipes, but every cat was different.

Sharpfang stepped forwards and sat next to the kit "that was your first try right?" He said softly "you're a natural..." Noticing the look on her little face he explained someting very important to her, turning her round using a paw, Sharpfang spoke quietly to her "what you just did was amazing I've never seen a cat take to hunting so quickly... Lay me explain someting to you. In order to survive we must eat. Cats eat an array of different prey, mice being one of them. A hunter is one of the most important roles in a clan, without hunters we wouldn't survive. Don't regret your actions, relish them. You'll come to learn that hunting is a great thing, we give thanks for the food we hunt to The Dark Forest. Once you learn that then you'll accept hunting with ease" he pushed her playfully and pushed the mouse over to Nepia. "Pick it up and take it over to the fresh kill pile... Actually no. Eat it, it's your first kill, you should be the one to eat it" he released his claws and placed his paw on the mouse cutting its belly he let the smell of meat engulf the two cats.

Sharpfang gave a large grin as he saw the kit eat. She was finally going to understand. He took a few steps back. The way she had killed the mouse had been breathtaking. Almost like a professional. Admittedly it was a tad wobbly, but that didn't even matter considering she was a kit. The way Nepia has bitten right down on the throat with such force, it was stunning. Even though Sharpfang had noting to do with the kit, it made him feel proud to know that he had witnessed the kits first hunt and her first kill.

(Yeah. That is a good thing considering she's trying to be a clan cat. I love Nepia she's so cute 😀😀)

"She will... In time" he added "but this is all yours. You deserve to eat your first catch... Don't ever forget the feeling. The feeling of killing your prey because that'll fuel your ambition when you train to become a hunter" he retracted his claws and licked his muzzle. His one black leg was covered in blood, but it wasn't visible through the dark fur. He could feel the blood crusting and it was starting to get on his nerves.

(Hey littlesong, you're probably going to have to wait until the creator (rarely ever on) or the helpers of this clan get on... I'm an executioner aswell yay hehe)

(Aww the picture 😻😻. And yes let's skip to when Nepia has finished the mouse and is now having a new conversation with Sharpfang... Or she could have left, it's up to you xx)

Ok, I can wait!))

"Well, I've been thinking about it." Nepia said, "When I become a warrior...I want to be known as Brightclaw!"

Little, your form looks good to me. I don't see why you wouldn't be able to RP x3 You can hop in if you want to )

Hawkwing watched the Clan silently, his dark yellow gaze looking from cat to cat. Sometimes he wondered what these cats were thinking, if any were traitors or if they just went by normal Clan life. He then looked over at Scar and Storm's dead body. The tom still couldn't process that Storm was his sister, he even wondered why he sentenced her to death. I know, I sentenced her to death because my Clan is more important than my family. She probably isn't family anyway.

Hawkwing looked over at Quicktalon, noticing the toms similar body form. He looked back over at Scar and Storm and let out a grunt.
"Storm decided to try and escape, she obviously paid for it," he meowed. Looking over at his brother made him feel a little bit of pity. But he pushed it aside. There's no room for the pity of others.

Scar stayed with Storm, laying next to her bloody yet lifeless body. He was just hoping that she'd magically come back but Hawkwing and Sharpfang left heavy damage.

By the way, Dark. I'm not trying to call you out but you keep saying exited when the spelling is excited x3 )

Scar slowly turned his head towards Sharpfang and he narrowed his eyes. He pushed the tom over and away from Storm's lifeless carcass.
"No, stay away from her," he growled at the tom. Why must this tom show such disrespect?

(Haha sorry, I guess I've spelt it wrong so many times that my autocorrect thinks it's right 😹😹)

Sharpfang rounded on the Tom. He raised a paw, but kept it sheathed "can't a cat show he cares around here" he said sarcastically. Lowering his paw he took a step back, throwing a spray of dirt over Storm. He sat back down and groomed a patch of fur that had been ruffled when Scar had pushed him. He had let the other cat off this time, but next time he wouldn't get away unscathed.

He sneered "I'm glad that someone agrees. That piece of fox dung was a coward... The world will be better without her. You really missed out back there Quicktalon. It was a great execution, blood everywhere" he glanced at Scar and added "we even got Scar to have a go... He gave her a nice deep scratch on her face" he held in a mreww of laughter and turned back to face Quicktalon.