Camp for Tribe of Poisonous Shadows

Midnight Horror's: I unsheathe my claws. "Shadowsayer, permission to gather the clan and kill Faded now?" I knew it was highly unlikely she would allow this, but, she was unpredictable.

(*tribe)
Shadowsayer: "Permission granted." (hahaha)
Faded Moss on Still Rock: I wail as Cold Moon on Stone shoves me out of the nursery

Midnight Horror's: I grin as the tribe gathered, making a inescapable barrier. "Tribemates, today we have gathered to witness Faded Moss On Still Rock's death. She has been cursed with the weakness and size of a runt, and thus, we shall kill her before her curse spreads." The lull of the words she spoke filled her with cruel joy. Every kit she killed payed for her horrible kithood. "Any last word, kit?!"

Faded Mos on Still Rock: I snarl. "I hate life!" And dodge a blow. Because I was small, I was nimble

Midnight Horror's: I laugh. "You think you can escape ME?" I sink my claws into her stomach, trying to make her lye still. "Stay still, kit!" I keep one paw on her, then with another, I drag a claw through her fur and into her skin. From underneath her chin to the tip of her tail, I dragged, grinning as the blood sprayed out of the wound.

Faded Moss on Still Rock: I scream with pain as my life drained out of me

Midnight Horror's: "You shouldn't be dying yet." I whisper to the kit. "You have at least 10 minutes in agony." I grin, not at all being grossed out that I knew that. I kept making little cuts, and scratches, just to make more pain for the kit.

Faded Moss on Still Rock: I scream louder than ever. But my throat starts to hurt soon, and I lower my voice. I unsheathe my tiny claws and tear at Midnight Horror's fur vainly

Midnight Horror's: I look at the kits eyes and found pure horror. I frowned.
Something inside of me had been shaken, but whatever it is, it was too late for the kit, either way. Her blood pooled and stained her fur. I pulled away, licking my claws. "Beg."

Faded Moss on Still Rock: I close my mouth and refuse to do anything that she said. "No."

Midnight Horror's: "Beg to make it end faster, I can do that, and you won't enter death looking like something a dog ate and spat right out."

Faded Moss on Still Rock: I scream. "Why can't you understand the fury that goes through us! The anger that us runts and elders can't do anything to stop you from killing us! It's not my fault I was born a runt! It's not Cloud That Covers Moon's fault she was too old to be of any help!" I take a breath and almost choke on my blood. "Why! Shadowsayer is the weak one, getting everyone else to do her dirty work! Why doesn't she do the killing? Hmm? Shadowsayer is weak!" (oh jeez this is a long post XD)

Midnight Horror's: I snarl and flick my tail, pouncing and killing the kit. "It is done, Shadowsayer."

Faded Moss on Still Rock: I die (lol)
Shadowsayer: I nod. "Tribe dismissed."
Moon That Gives Light (random prey-finder): "Shadowsayer, shall I find some prey?"
Shadowsayer: "Yes."

Midnight Horror's: "Did I do good?" I ask, looking up at Shadowsayer.

Shadowsayer: I nod. "She was a stubborn one. That concerns me, for her siblings may be the same."

Midnight Horror's: The tip of my tail flicks. "How are they taking her death?"

Shadowsayer: I shrug. "You know that siblings aren't allowed to see the runt of their litter's death."

Midnight Horror's: "I wonder how Cold will handle this then."

Shadowsayer: I nod. (check the info for Tribe of Poisonous Shadows I updated it)

(Thats so sad D:)
Midnight Horror's: I sit in silence, then mew. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have kits?"

MIdnight Horror's: I sit in silence, then. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have kits?"

Shadowsayer: I twitch my tail in surprise. I hadn't expected this question! (u posted it twice wut XD). "It would probably be a waste of my time. And, Faded Moss on Still Rock was right. I need to take up the roles of leader, Kit-Slayer and Elder-Slayer. Prey hunting is boring though so I won't do that. How's Falling Branch of Tall Tree's wound going?"
Cloud That Covers Moon: I narrow my eyes at Midnight Horror's and Shadowsayer. "It's bad." I rasp.
Shadowsayer: I snarl. "I shall check on him." And vanish into the Prey-Finder's den

Midnight Horror's: I ponder more. I look around. I had never been hunting for a mate, but it seems that had changed.

Cloud That Covers Moon: I follow Midnight Horror's gaze
Moon That Gives Light: I feel my ear tips burn when I feel Midnight Horror's gaze rake my back