This Is Wrong But It Feels So Right (Stormwind)

(*ponders* Actually taking one of his lives, raping him, just torture... hm)

“I’m not afraid to strip your lives from you one by one, mousebrain,” growled Robinsong threateningly, running a claw under his chin along his neck. Glancing to Swiftfoot, the She-cat purred “As my future deputy, Swiftfoot, What’s your opinion here? What do we do to an enemy of the clan who’s still defiant despite knowing he’s beat?”

Swiftfoot glanced briefly at her best friend before looking back at Blackstar, eyes narrowed.

When she’d cleaned herself off, Robinsong angrily stuffed the cobwebs back inside Blackstar’s muzzle, making the tom gag on the stringy stuff. Hardly caring, the deputy then scored his muzzle with deep claw marks that caused him to hiss, which was muffled by the cobwebs. No cooler heads were going to interfere unless they climbed the tree themselves.

Swiftfoot casually stepped on his tail, her claws out. “Now, now,” she scolded condescendingly. “That’s no way to talk to your betters.”

Robinsong removed the cobwebs, only to be greeted with a faceful of spit from the tom. “I’m not telling you where my nursery is,” Snarled the tom angrily. He knew exactly why the deputy wanted that information, and he was having none of it.

Robinsong cleaned her face furiously behind Swiftfoot, The she-cat’s anger boiling over.

Swiftfoot arched a kittybrow at Blackstar, flexing her claws.

“Perhaps.” Mewled Robinsong thoughtfully. “Now, Blackkit, we’re going to take those cobwebs out. When we do, I want to know which den in your camp is your nursery.”

Blackstar hissed.

Swiftfoot tilted her head to the side, looking the tom up and down. “I don’t see why LakeClan elected him as their leader. They were probably temporarily insane after that Lightningscar debacle.”

“Just a tad.” Robinsong Replied. “It’s not helping any that he won’t be getting anything to eat tonight.” The deputy trailed her tailtip under the Tom’s chin, causing him to snarl through the cobwebs stuffed in his mouth.

Swiftfoot stopped beside Robinsong, a sly smirk on her muzzle as she examined Blackstar. “He’s a bit scrawny, isn’t he?” She mused, when in truth, he wasn’t scrawny at all.

Blackstar glared defiantly at the pair of She-cats who climbed into his tree with him. Robinsong had the tom tied to the tree trunk by his neck, such that he had to remain standing in a tiring fashion. If he tried to lay down, he’d only choke himself.

Robinsong let out a gentle purr as she gazed into the defiant Tom’s heterochromatic eyes.

“I’m so glad you could join us, Swiftfoot.” Robinsong purred. “I saved the best games for when you could come play them with Blackstar and I.”

The Tom’s muzzle was stuffed full of cobwebs, leaving it feeling dry to the tom and preventing him from yowling out too loud.

(..okay..?)

Swiftfoot, a small black-and-white she-cat, followed Robinsong up into the tree, her yellow eyes glittering.

(You could just make a throwaway character. Someone who dies soon after this, like when Mallowstar and Honeysong iron out an alliance and go to rescue Blackstar.)

(*flails* I don’t knoooowww)

(*twiddles thumbs*)

(Hmmmmmmmmmm....

(It could be a cat that Robinsong likes and has already promised them the deputy position once Miststar dies and she takes over.)

(*ponders* Miststar is too old and sick. Cloudleaf wouldn’t do it. Hmmm)

( )

(Hmmmm)

(Hmm... it might be fun to have someone ‘help’ Robinsong with Blackstar, Be it Miststar or someone else. )

(I dunno what to doooo)

Once the patrols in Forestclan were organized, Robinsong gleefully hopped back up into the tree where her prisoner was being kept. Needless to say, she’d taken some ‘liberties’ with the prisoner. If only Miststar could join her.

And of course, only said two and Swallowflight had known of their relationship. But Honeysong did not have the luxury of doubting. The tabby she-cat quickly organized a border patrol and a hunting patrol of the least-injured cats before leaving the camp.