Broken

WARNING- Extreme Gore/blood
== Prolouge ==
A huge black tom looms over a red shecat and her three kits. "Redsoul, How dare you bear me such a runt daughter? Even these two strong tom-kits you bore aren't enough!" He growled. "I'm sorry, Darkstar, I didn't have a choice..." The shecat who was addressed as Redsoul whined quietly. The huge black tom scratched one of the tiny, squealing kits, leaving a scar on it's left eye. "Darkstar!" Redsoul screeched, pulling the tiny black kit closer. "This daughter of mine is now Tornkit. I have no feel for the thing." Darkstar rumbled, walking off.
"Tornkit will be fine, Redsoul. The only downside is that Tornkit will have her left eye blind." A pure white shecat comforted Redsoul. "Are you sure?" Redsoul licks her squealing, bleeding kit. "I'm absolute. What's her brother's names?" The pure white shecat asks. Redsoul looks at the two red tom-kits. "Clawkit and Nettlekit.." Redsoul murmurs. "Wonderful names, Redsoul." The medicine cat purrs.
== Chapter 1 ==
"You're so weak, little runt." A large red tom-kit spoke to a black one. "Clawkit..!" The little black one whined, on the ground, being pinned by him. "What, Sister, Tornkit?" He growled. "Darkstar said anyone could command you to do anything and do anything to you we want." Clawkit spat with a grin. Tornkit shut her eyes tightly. "What will he do if I don't let you!?" She spat back, claws secretly unsheathing. "He said we could do anything. We could kill 'ye without punishment if you dont!" Clawkit growls in joy. Tornkit flattened her ears. She kicked him off, hitting him against the nursery wall. She panted, and Clawkit noticed that kick was most likely all she had, and she had put everything in it. "Tornkit!" He yowled, before Redsoul snatching Clawkit and Tornkit by the scruff. "Mother!" The both squeaked in surprise. Redsoul had sorrow in her eyes. "Please, Clawkit.. Don't take advantage of Tornkit..." She meows, slightly muffled by their furs. Both kits look at each other, and nod. Redsoul smiled a bit, setting them down. "Now go play with the other kits nicely. And Clawkit, please protect your sister from the others." Redsoul meows. Clawkit nodded, walking to the others with Tornkit behind him.
After awhile of playing, Tornkit settled down in her moss nest. Her grassy green eyes close, beckoning her to sleep as her sides heave up and down in her attempt. The small black kit fell asleep with ease, finding herself in an odd place. She knew it was a dream, yet it seemed so real. Tornkit was in cold bindings of frosting vines, even her mouth forced shut. The vines made breathing hard, and when she did, the smokey air blinded her sight a bit, forcing her to shut her eyes. She was abandon like so in a hard, cold cave, and suddenly three cats walk up. They smirk and smile. Two of them were pure red and the other pitch black. "If you try to escape, many cats have trained themselves as prison-keepers, and you'll battle each one. You'll die the cruelest death a cat has witnessed. It's written all over that eye." The black one growled. Tornkit's eyes opened a bit, harsh breathing getting harder, and harder.
When She awoke, all she scented was horrible eye-stinging smoke barraging her. Heat surrounded her. Dead cats and fainted ones were everywhere, fire burning the camp. All she could feel was pain. Tornkit breathed desperately, trying to find air, all that happened was burning smoke inhaling into her small lungs. Her eyes narrowed, trembling as she staggered to her paws. Almost as if she were a dead-cat walking, she ambled through camp. Burning bodies of dead cats lay by her side. Tornkit fell, fire engulfing her pelt. Was it to be she should die?
She awoke in an odd place. Her pelt was shaggy and half-burned off. Her jet black pelt bristled as if danger were looming over her. Her ears flattened, flashes of dead cats flurrying her mind. Tornkit seemed alone, getting to her paws. "What happened..?" She whispered. All she saw was the endless trees. Her paws trembled. Tornkit put her paw on her scar. She felt a jab of pain, whisking around to a huge, broad tom-cat. His pelt was orange, like flames, burning in the silent forest. He smirked, circling her. Tornkit could hear her heart thundering in her ears.
"Hello, Pitiful kit." He scoffed before clawing deep into her side. She screeched and jumped back, breathing heavily. Her voice wouldn't allow her to talk as she felt rage burning deep inside like a forest fire. The orange tom shrugged, leaping and pinning her with a single paw. "I wanted a bigger challenge than a kit! They told me they'd bring a creature with power!" He grumbled as she struggled wildly.
Tornkit managed out of his grip, things flying through her mind. She needed a plan- a clever one- to get her away from this. "Don't try to escape, I won't kill you. Only beat you to submission." He smiled as if an innocent teacher. Tornkit refused to let him, limping around him in a circle and watching him. "For I am Scather." He played with his ears in twitchy ways. Blood was pouring down her side, and her vision almost went blurry. What's... Happening?
== Chapter 2 ==
"Hello, Tornkit!" An oddly-colored shecat welcomed her into a huge dome-shaped den of rocks and vines filled with orphan kits. "This is the Dome Of Lost Hearts, where I have gathered kits who need safety. Tornkit's wound was in a wrap around her stomach and back, firmly keeping the wound safe. Scather was playing with a few kits. "We also teach kits almost dangerous battle moves. I am Ralla." She purred. Her fur was an odd shade of purple. This was all too confusing. "How did you know my name? Where's my Clan!?" Tornkit whined. "Don't worry, small kit. Just live, love."
One night while Tornkit slept here, she felt the pang of hurt, jumping to her paws and growling. All the other kits were sleeping, but a sticky, bad-smelling liquid lay in puddles around her. Tornkit's mind flustered, realizing half the kits weren't sleeping, they were dead. Ralla was standing there, legs stained with the blood of kits, and mouth split in a heartbreaking smile. "The sensation of killing the innocent, Ralla." Scather laughed, then noticed Tornkit. "Looks like one wants to die while awake!" Scather laughed. Tornkit's mouth dropped open, and without Scather or Ralla giving a move, she started feeling immense pain while backing up. Her eyes widened, seeing a skinny, dark-blue tom standing behind her. Tornkit whipped into the air, surprised, stepping on one of the dead kits. It's fur wasn't realistic feeling. It was long-dead cat's fur. Not recent.
"We murder kits, and use their bodies to pretend that this place is a kit wonderland, then kill them in their sleep, and add the extra body. This blood is from someone who came a little before you who was still alive." Scather laughed. Ralla's eyes glinted with insanity. Tornkit felt rage burning inside her. Mouth bearing in a grimace, she leapt, claws digging into Scather's chest like she was climbing a tree- That was him. He let out a screech as she climbed up him. No matter how hard he shook, her curved claws dug deeper to keep a strong hold of him, reaching for his face.
Ralla dipped her claws into the thick blood, slashing Tornkit on her side to force her off of Scather before she got any closer to his face. She screeched and fell off, blood splashing as she landed with a thud into it. Something flashed in her mind- The dream. "It's written all over that eye." She felt rage burn inside her chest, claws flexing. Tornkit lashed to her paws with a wound most kits would die at- She was determined not to die.
Tornkit, with more flexibility and speed than most warriors could summon, appeared ontop of Ralla before she could react. It was almost as if she were a little black blur. Ralla screeched, attempting to shake her off, but her claws merely dug into her pelt. The dark-blue tom screeched with laughter-like voice, his eyes burning and running around to the behind of Ralla. Tornkit was knocked off by him, plummeting to what may force her life to fail at staying.
She had been thrown unconsious. While fainted, something flashed in her mind- "Whilst saving your enemy." Was this the finishing words of what the odd dream-cats were saying? Blood stained her dark sights of closed eyes, opening her eyes at extreme pain. Her life flashed in her eyes. She didn't care for death. Tornkit leapt, eyes burning- almost a seeming purple colour amongst her dark-green eyes. Her claws flexed, feeling like fire was all around her, a ring of fire.
Tornkit screeched, running at Ralla and Scather. Unlike any other cat's claws, when she slashed Ralla's leg, it came clean off, like a sword slicing a soul. Ralla screeched as it sliced clean through, including her bone, exposing pure flesh and blood spewing out at high-speed. She, having lost her leg, fell over, gasping. Scather breathed, then snarled and attempted to pin Tornkit. Her claws spoke for themselves, slicing clean through Scather's neck, his head sliding off with a stuck expression. The little dark blue cat gasped, beginning to flee.
== Chapter 3 ==
Her eyes stopped burning, looking at her blood-stained self. She wasn't black-furred like usual. Her whole pelt had been covered in blood. Heart-scaring amounts of blood, splashed among her pelt and claws. Tornkit felt no shame- she enjoyed seeing the blood of her enemies knocked off of them onto her scraggly pelt.
Chapter in construction, sorry.
Category:Cats
Category:Stories