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"Get off of me Alvah," Wishbone grunted as the massive tom dragged him out from his slumber. His skinny body was dragged across the ground with ease as he was presented like a piece of prey to Wolftundra.
"We found him trying to steal Lionwhisper and Sweetiepeach's kits back to DayClan," Howlingnight said to Wolftundra as he lifted Wishbones head up, his claws digging into the toms scalp as he turned Wishbone's face side to side, "He's weak, but durable, what do you think?"
He had overheard Wolftundra complaining about work so he offered him a prisoner who might be useful. Wishbone was a new arrival, but he was from DayClan, which meant he was skilled, but tame, which was useful for WinterClan. Plus the tom had shorter fur, which meant he didn't need to be closely watched because he wouldn't be able to escape into the cold night even if he wanted to, it would be a death sentence.
Wishbone's entire face blushed in embarrassment as Howlingnight showed him off like a juicy slab of meat, but his blush deepened when he was forced to face Wolftundra. Last time the warrior had beaten him so hard into the ground he was pretty sure there was an impression of his body in the ground. He still had the cuts across his face, side, and shoulders from the beat down. His pretty spring blue eyes tried to stare off in another direction away from the toms furious yellow colored gaze.
Wolftundra grinned, wicked and cruel. Oh? What did he think? Well he'd accoutered this tom once already, had bested him then and the little rodent had managed to get in a good hit. The wound was nearly healed now, nothing a but a faint line, and yet, the wolf did not forget. His soul craved blood, revenge; his mind had another idea. Though, he was sure that was why Howlingnight had brought him straight to Wolftundra instead of escorting him to Wintrystar herself. The Sovereign would know what was going on, her mate would make sure of that. Wolftundra though, would handle the never-ending punishment. Less for their dear Sovereign to worry about anyways. The tom -- dirty white fur bristling for a fight, daring the prisoner to run -- circled the pair, taking in his new prize. "I can handle him if you so wish it, keep him as my pet if you will. Wintrystar will be pleased with me over seeing his work load, I'm sure." His words spoke of pain, misery, and despair for the tom laying on the ground. With glee at the ideas coming to surface, Wolftundra hoped on Wshbone's back, practically laying on him as he whispered, "oh yes, you'll love being my pet, rodent." His tone was evil, wicked, and spoken of nothing but humiliation to come. But no one would care, they knew him to be a prisoner, and Howlingnight, faithful servant to the Sovereign wouldn't be presenting the rodent to him if he wasn't aware of the how Wolftundra would react.
(I would just like to point out that you so call Howlingnight Howlingwind in your post lol. Okay have you seen Beetlejuice? It's been a while for me but i'm so imagining Wolftundra like him lol. a little mad but cruel and all that too, unpredictable)
Wishbone's stomach twisted as Wolftundra drank in his presence, he was like injured prey and Wolftundra was starving to dig into him. He could see it in the toms eyes, the desire for a rematch festering inside of him. For a moment he guessed the tom was looking forward to beating him to the ground again. Maybe this time he wouldn't be able to get up, but that wasn't the case.
"I can handle him if you so wish it, keep him as my pet"
Wishbone's fur raised, "I'm not your-" He let out a grunt that came out too cute to be intimidating as Wolftundra landed on top of his back once more. From their earlier fight Wolftundra already knew that he was too weak of a fighter to push him off so instead he could only struggle beneath Wolftundra's paws to roll him off balance. "Fine, I'm your pet, just get off," Wishbone hissed. It was already humiliating enough being referred to as a pet, a low he didn't even think someone could have, but he didn't need him lying on top of him getting his smelly WinterClan scent all over him.
"Perfect, he's all yours and not my problem," Howlingnight said in agreement before stepping out.
"Soooo. As a pet do I just play fetch and sleep all day?" Wishbone grinned with a hopeful expression.
(Thanks. And I have! I liked the movie and I love the musical)
Wolftundra laughed, wicked, long, low. "Oh, you have no idea the things in store for you, Rodent. Yes, I think that shall be your name, Rodent. Very fitting for a mangy thing like you." He circled him, knocked him over once more just for the fun of it. "As my pet, you will serve me. A slave if you will, a pet to do my biding and behavior. Chose to disobey...and well, I'm sure you can imagine the consequences of that happening." HIs glittered, begging the tom to do just that, disobey, just so Wolftundra could show him how it would be. He'd bene frustrated lately, his mate was off constantly, not loyal to him, the clan was in turmoil over the demon that should really just be dead, and the Gods had yet to answer. Their numbers would be low soon if nothing was done. Few kits, and he refused to acknowledge the demon brats as WinterClan cats any more than he would Rodent, were being boron into the clan.
(Yeah! Listen to some of them on YouTube or watch the animatics, they're AWESOME, they do such a great job capturing the spirit of the movie and expanding the unexplored pieces of the narrative. Plus there's more Beetlejuice in the musical which is great)
He lowered his head as Wolftundra spoke, his attempts at getting him off slowly stopping. His entire face turned red, he was going to be called Rodent from now on? He was the son of a proxy, his grandmother struck clans like this as if they were nothing. His second dad had been SpringClan leader, but now he had to respond to the name rodent?
Feeling Wolftundra step off he began to rise again, but was easily knocked back down by the warrior. He turned to glare, but the tom was already circling behind him. Pushing himself up with his front legs he turned his head to follow Wolftundra as he circled around him, befitting of his name, "You would actually force me to act like your pet? So I have to sit and play fetch on top of doing actual work? That sounds like the same amount of work, but twice the humility, I'll take being a prisoner over responding to the name rodent, I'm out," He said passively. Standing back up fully he was tall like his father when he actually stood up straight. Unfortunately height didn't equal strength in his case. Wishbone had no clue if he actually had a choice, but he was going to pretend like he did and see where it got him. With that he turned on his heels and tried to walk away from Wolftundra and back over to where he had originally been lying down.
"Who said you had a choice? Howlingnight left you in my care, he's word is as good as Wintrystar's, therefore you. Are Mine!" The fluffy, dirty-white fur tom pounced once more, landing and squishing the tom back to the ground. The same position as they had bene in their first battle. Wolftundra standing on his back, head lowered to speak to him in a threatening whisper, "don't think if you try and escape that I won't hunt you down and kill you. And I will take pride in the kill, take a pest like yourself out of this world. Learn your place, and learn it quickly, pet." With that, he walked away, no words needed said that Rodent was to follow him, like the obedient pet he would be.
Wishbone at first struggled to not collapse, but crumpled instantly under the other toms pressure. He stiffened as Wolftundra positioned himself the same way he had during the battle. He could bite open the back of his nape if he wanted to so he remained obediently still. His fighting gaze stared ahead as he lied the side of his head onto the ground to give his bruised chin a break. He felt his body get pressed to the ground one last time as the tom stepped off of him. He was right, there was no way he would live if he ran. The snow was thick, he had no clue what direction to head to. Whatever Wolftundra decided his new life would be like that's how it was going to stay unless his odds at escaping somehow changed. He really was going to be his enemies pet.
Standing up slowly he felt pathetic as he quickened his pace to catch up with him. He stared at the wound he had inflicted to the warriors face in battle. That was probably what scored him this kind of "special treatment." He bit his tongue as he looked around at his surroundings for what Wolftundra could possibly have in mind for him.
The days passed with Wolftundra forcing his new pet to serve him. Hunting, feeding, massages, and more were tasked forced upon the Rodent of the clan. The warrior even had him doing things for others such as changing all the bedding in the clan, picking ticks off of the Ancients and acting as a practice dummy for the students. It was all supervised by Wolftundra, who took pleasure in watching the other tom work. It was good to know he was learning his place, but now he had a different task for him. It'd been nearly a moon since Rodent had become his pet, and hopefully that had been enough time for the tom to realize he was never leaving Wolftundra's care. Stepping into the prison, where the pet slept, he called out in a booming voice. "RODENT!"
He wasn't allowed to speak freely, a privilege he didn't even know he had before so phrases of positive confirmation were all he used his voice for now a days. Everyday he loyally served his captor in anyway he was demanded to. He learned to hunt and feed him, he had also learned how to get some extra food for himself by begging for some of the scraps like a dog would. He tried to keep his positivity, but he could tell the tom must have noticed because that was when he became a practice dummy, set up to take a beating all day by apprentices. Being overwhelmed with chores was another thing, he knew it was so Wolftundra could show him off to his superiors to display just how well trained his prisoner was. But days where he had to change every cats bedding was like a nightmare he would have, turned real. The only thing he did like was giving Wolftundra massages, he pretended not to like it, but it was kind of cute seeing his captor actually purring.
Wolftundra had been right about learning his place, there was nothing he was commanded to do that he wasn't forced to follow. Not that he didn't attempt to mess around with Wolftundra... And not that he wasn't punished for his teasing behavior either. The worse thing was responding to his new name, that had taken a lot of training for him to actually follow commands to the name Rodent. Now it had been so long even he identified himself with the name.
Rodent lifted his head immediately upon hearing his name and quickly raced over to him, no longer taking his time anymore. "Yes Wolftundra," Rodent said, one of the few safe phrases he could say, but the shame of having to respond to his new name was still clear in his eyes even a moon later.
This task would be a test. A test of loyalty. Failure would result in death. Though, Rodent didn’t get know that. Wolftundra walked towards the fresh kill pile, leaving his pet to follow or being left in the prison den. “Grab me a good piece of prey.” The white WinterClan tom settled in a dry patch of camp, awaiting his breakfast to be served.
( pao Yes to kill Stormgazer in SummerClan so that Windyhurricane will be forced to give up on his half clan relationship and have kits with a WinterClan suitable mate )
"Right away Wolftundra."
Rodent approached the freshkill pile searching for a moment before finding a plump rabbit. He shivered from the cold as he placed the rabbit at Wolftundra's paws for approval. Typically he was made to skin the fur off and strip pieces of meet for him. Despite how hungry the rabbit made him it was a feeling he could ignore unlike the dread that Wolftundra might ask to be fed by paw again. He kept quiet hoping there was nothing wrong with the rabbit that he missed.
He raised his brow, looking at the tom before him with a face that said really? Must I skin my own meal? Wolftundra crossed his paws in front of him, waiting without saying a word but slowly getting more and more impatient as time went on. Finally, he motioned to teh rabbit and said nothing. If Rodent didn't get the hint than he'd be smacked with some claws.
Rodent watched warily as Wolftundra said nothing. Was he testing him? Maybe he didn't like the rabbit and felt it was self explanatory enough for him to take it back. He really wasn't sure, but he could tell he was becoming more impatient. "The murderous blood lust in your eyes is very attractive today Wolftundra," Rodent said with a smirk in an attempt to lighten the mood.
“You’ll be feeling it first paw if you don’t start skinning my meal.” His tone was harsh and with a spot of venom in it. Surely Rodent had learned by now? No bother, he’d get his reminder and his task all in one paw. As his rabbit was skinned, Wolftundra allowed a wicked, murderous grin to enrich his muzzle. Oh how the tom before him would shiver in fear in mere moments. “Rodent. There’s a task I have for you. One you must do without fail and without telling a soul. Think your pea size brain can handle that?”
Rodent got to work skinning the rabbit, forcing his instinct to tear in and eat the rabbit repressed. His stomach growled in protest as he kept at the task knowing that sneaking a piece for himself wasn't worth any punishment that followed. His ears flattened at Wolftundra's insults, but he trained his gaze on his captors meal, forcing his eyes to remain soft without a glare, "Yes Wolftundra, I can handle that... And I don't have a pea brain." He was trying his best to keep any part of his dignity, which included trying to defend himself against the verbal abuse, but Wolftundra could smell his fear scent already for talking back.
He waited until his meal was done before speaking again. Wolftundra pulled the prey towards him, eyes searching the other for anymore defiance than at the name calling. He'd allowed that to go for the moment, more concerned with what's about to be said. "There's a certain cat I want dead. No trances linked back to WinterClan or myself. Understood?" Rumors had reached him, ones he didn't particularly like. Rumors that involved his dear pet. "You know where SummerClan is correct?" Any answer, one in denial or realization wouldn't matter, though depending on which, would anger the tom. For Wolftundra was nipping the rumor about his pet having a lover in the butt with this killing. He wouldn't allow the Rodent to have any loyalties to anyone but himself, and the Sovereign of course. Faith
"No," Rodent growled. He had never once growled at Wolftundra and he hadn't dared to back talk him in such a harsh tone since being made a prisoner. "My mother lives there, I won't betray that clan." His claws unsheathed, he was ready to fight if he had to.
(He can rough Rodent up as much as he wants to make him give up)
"Oh? Your mother not a lover? Even better. But I doubt she's the one I want dead. Unless she happens to be Stormgrazer?" His eyes were full of mischief, pleased that he was causing pain to the tom before him, though he was a little displeased at the defiance he was being shown by his pet. Wolftundra rose to his paws, his face hardening and his body ready for war. He'd attack to get his way, pin the tom and leave him for dead if need be. The task was a simple one, not as though he was asking Rodent to kill himself or his kits. Not even his lover at that, but another's. "You will do this, pet! Or you will return to the prison, and be given less food, less warmth, used as everyone's punching bag and not just the students. You're lifewill be four times worse than it is now. Test me, pet! See what I am capable of." His words were a hiss, many formed as a growl from the back of his throat and his teeth snapping at certain points, especially on the word pet. But his point was made clear. "Submit, or be forced to! Continue and you will no longer see the mercy you have been given as my pet!"
Rodent shrank down, his ears moving back as Wolftundra stood up fully. He lost his stance as he quickly backed up each time the warrior snapped and hissed at him until he was pressed up against a den. Throughout his entire life in DayClan everyone was treated as an equal, even outsiders. There was a sense of harmony, hate couldn't survive in such a clan. But his first day here he learned he wasn't a person to WinterClan cats, he was a rodent, something to instinctively kill in disgust. Now the title of pet was sinking in. He was a literal pet rodent to this warrior, someone Wolftundra was willing to care for better than the other "rodents" that came through. The title of pet instead of prisoner wasn't an insult, it was an upgrade. Now Wolftundra was threatening to let him learn the hard way what it would be like as a WinterClan prisoner without being someones pet.
"I'll submit. I'll be your pet," Rodent said in defeat, his head lowered in shame. "I want to stay your pet so I'll do it, please." It wasn't even humiliating anymore, this was what Wolftundra meant by learning his place. He wasn't just a prisoner, he belonged to Wolftundra and was meant to shape up to be good at it, to earn his title as a good pet or be disowned. The way Wolftundra described it he never wanted the warrior to disown him, he wanted to stay his.
(We can fas forward to after he killed Stormgazer)
Rodent washed his claws off in the river before moving away from the scene of the crime. He didn't see Wolftundra anymore, in fact it looked to him that he would be home free to start heading back to DayClan or even taking shelter in his dads old group in Primal Instinct. Instead he turned, heading back to WinterClan, the harsh training Wolftundra put him through to learn to obey paying off. The sepia bengal looked around for him, he didn't know the way back to camp on his own, after all he spent everyday in camp, this was his first time off the leash. "Wolftundra?" He called when he got to the border. Compared to the often gruff, tough voices of WinterClan cats his was always cute and dainty. No surprise given his kittypet breed, innocent blue eyes, and DayClan background.
Wolftundra had left the moment Rodent stepped over the border. He would wait, and if the rat didn't return then so be it. Honestly, if he heard he was dead or being held captive for the murder he wouldn't be surprised. So long as it didn't come back to WinterClan or him, he didn't care. Deep down, he did though. It wasn't worry of the rat failing, but a small wonder on if he'll come back since he wasn't being supervised. Curiosity more than anything kept him waiting, perched at the edge of the Sapphire Springs, even as the sun fell.
