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Howlingnight's eyes widened with amusement as he burst out in a laughter he had been holding back seeing Soullesspaw's disgusted expression, "Is it really that bad? Sheesh, I wasn't trying to torture you this early." Guess I can't help it.
He shook his head, flicking the side of her head with his claws, hurting her more than he intended, "Do you seriously look down on me that much to think that this is all I'd do? I told you, life's going to get a whole lot harder, so how about I list it out for you. You're getting four meals a weak, you're going to be in isolation until your of warrior age, you're going to wear a muzzle at all times, you're going to lose all your senses just like your mother, but unlike her I'll give them back when I can tell you've learned some valuable lessons. You're going to be made into a perfect soldier for Wintrystar and every other trait about you is going to have to go. Which is too bad, because you're probably my favorite, Wintrystar's going to have to owe me for breaking you. Anyways let's get started shall we?"
With that he dragged her down into the prison, but past the normal prison area where she had seen her mother, they were headed in a deeper direction. He pulled her by the scruff never minding as her fur got pulled and yanked by sharp rocks and jutted ice or whatever onlookers watched as their finals glances of her were being carried off like a kit. Howlingnight stopped at some point, the tunnels were pitch black, there wasn't a scent of any cat. He didn't walk her into the confined space, instead pushing her in because the hole was so small it was only spacious enough for a cat to lie down feeling more like a tomb. "Hey," Howlingnight said abruptly as he began to tuck Soullesspaw further into the narrowed space whether she was struggling for her life or not. "This is going to be really scary and if you want I can stay with you the entire time. But you're going to eat these herbs and all of your senses are going to go away. You're going to live in your head, not even able to taste your saliva, feel your claws scratch against your toes, smell the scent of cold, see the dark stone walls, or listen to the cold winds. All of that is going to be gone, only you lost in your mind and it's going to feel like it'll last forever. The worse hell you'll ever feel and from it, you're never going to want to cross me again." He soothed, forcing her limbs into the cramped space before packing the dirt over top her body sandwiching her in between the ground and dirt, but letting her lie on her side to give her air to breath. He turned around once satisfied searching for the herbs he had stored to cancel the senses.
She had a retort ready and was about to say it, but then his claws caught her head and she let out screech. The pain coming from her head made her focus in on his words, and she didn't know how to feel. Cats could live on four meals a day, couldn't they? But hers would likely not be full meals. They'd be half rotten pieces of crowfood. Then came the isolation and the muzzling. Soullesspaw always knew this kind of treatment was possible and even likely in her life. She knew how to talk herself up and annoy everyone else, but the muzzle took that away. She swallowed hard at the sound of the herbs that he would feed her. Soullesspaw convinced herself before that the reason for Bluejay's state was the isolation. Did those herbs really do all that damage? By far the most terrifying part was becoming Wintrystar's perfect soldier. She'd never serve her. Wintrystar didn't deserve it. And that was Soullesspaw, that was her. It all, allegedly, was going to disappear. That would never happen.
She hissed and growled with every painful bump that Howlingnight dragged her over, and prepared to leap away when they entered the prison. But he didn't let go. Visible confusion spread across her face as they went deeper and deeper. The air smelled clean, but a bad clean. No one had been here since they moved in. No one would know how to find her. Her brothers and sisters would never find her. That's when the first panic set in. She thrashed about all she could, but her borderline starvation diet and Howlingnight's superior strength made her efforts futile. They lasted moments near the cell's entrance, but her struggles quickly ceased once her hind legs were tucked inside. She had no more leverage, so she just let Howlingnight shove her in the rest of the way. His words were only met with silence for a long time. Her reptilian eyes just stared at the tom as he searched for his herbs. Then she broke it. "You didn't answer my question. Why are you doing this? If I'm your favorite, then just... don't."
"Firstly, you're my second favorite, Maggotpaw's my favorite and my best friend here," Howlingnight said, his paws rummaging around in storage as pieces of vine like herbs growing secretly down in the tunnels spilled out. It was warmer below than it was above. His icy cold gaze did soften a touch, studying his own motive, "And I'm doing this because I love Wintrystar, she's not a pure hearted girl, I've never met anyone like her before. She even locked me up when I first arrived here to pursue her affection. She had me tied up and muzzled in the prisons for not being respectful. It was humiliating being starved and confined in front of her and walked over by the other prisoners dirty paws. So I sympathize with you, really, there's just very little I wouldn't do for Wintrystar. My heart belongs to her and as such if she tells me to freeze over any soft emotions I have towards you or your siblings. Well... It's her heart now," He shrugged, turning back around with the herbs. He didn't carry them in his jaw instead shuffling them over to her, clearly whatever effect they had was instantaneous for him to not even want it on his tongue.
"Go ahead and eat up. I'll be here," Howlingnight said. He wasn't forceful, instead leaving the herb in front of her muzzle for her to take on her own.
She didn't know why she asked. All she heard was an explanation on why he let himself be controlled by Wintrystar, but the cruelty and abusiveness didn't catch on. More or less all the relationships she had were abusive. To her, they were normal, expected aspects of one. Someone had to be the controller, and someone the controlled. There was no other way. "I don't understand... if you had soft feelings for us, then why do any of this?" Her breathing hitched as she saw the delicate plant get pushed towards her. She let it sit undisturbed in front of her for a moment before swallowing it in one bite. "Why--" In an instant her sense of taste and touch was gone where the plant went down. Then the sounds of the hollowing winds started to fade into nothingness and her sight started to disappear. "What..." The next moment the cave's walls no longer confined her. It felt like she was floating in nothingness.
For the first hour, Soullesspaw just stood their with her mouth hanging open. Her mind was confused and panicking, as it searched for something to hang on to. A touch, a sound, anything! But her mind couldn't find anything. Everything around her was gone. Howlingnight could hear her breathing pick up speed at this realization, and then her claws scrape against the stone floor. No... this can't be happening...
Her panicking mind first settled in on Heavenlykit. What's going to happen to her? Is Silverfury going to hurt her? Is Dottymask going to do something? Yeah, she had to. She struck Heavenlykit across her beautiful face for that reason. To show Heavenlykit the savagery of this place, and to convince Dottymask that she had to go. Dottymask would do just that... am I turning into her? Am I like her? No... I can't be... I'm nothing like her... But her mind was already fixating on those similarities. She made Rosemarykit eat her words. She looked down on Dotty's little like they looked down on her. She struck Heavenlykit, a helpless being, because it was 'right'. Dottymask would do everything she did without any hesitation. And she never hesitated either. "No... I'm not like her." Tears fell from her face as chaos returned.
Everything led down darker and darker paths. She remembered the abominations she helped to create. They were hideous creatures, but they were like her. She was a part of Creepingivy. Her siblings were a part of their own monstrosities. Did that make them abominations as well? She shook her head. "No... I'm not a monster..." No, you are. "Why?" You've harmed a defenseless kit. "But I had to..." No one has to do anything. It was a choice. "I had no other option... she was going to be changed." Like you right now? "No... I can handle this." No, you can't. You're already falling apart. "I'm not. I'm strong." Says you. He's stronger than you. "No, he's not. I can beat him." No, you can't. You never have and never will. Everything you do to fight back fails. "But not--" Everything. Remember when you killed Sweetiepeach? "I-I didn't want to kill her. I had to..." Here we go again. You sound like your mother. She did everything for her kits. Like you. "I'M NOTHING LIKE HER!" Her screech filled the cavern, followed by her sobs. "I'm nothing like her..." You are her. You are everything that disgusts you... "I'm not... I'm worth..." Nothing. You know they're right. You just don't want to admit it. She fell silent, but that word hung in the air.
The rest of her time under the herb came and went, and she often repeated the same conversation with her inner self, the part that knew all her fears. The part that was all her fears. Her breathing hitched when she felt the saliva on her tongue again. Then she felt the walls' warm embrace, and then the sounds of the howling winds above graced her ears. The damp smell of the cave returned not long after, and then her vision finally started coming to. When it returned she found herself staring at her paws, and now broken claws. "Is this real?" No, it's not.
When she woke up her words were muffled and her jaw strained from a thick vine jammed around her jaw to the back of her head. When she bit into it from talking Soullesspaw would be able to taste the water trickling out of it, likely a method used to keep her hydrated and her babbling more tolerable. Thus why Howlingnight didn't even venture over despite hearing her speak, that was nothing new. In fact, somehow she was more talkative under the influence of the herb than she ever was normally.
Two days had past and during that time her limbs would have turned numb from being unable to move in a cramped space. However after a few moments ticked by Howlingnight took notice of her more aware state. Biting roughly into her scruff he yanked her out from the tight compartment before leisurely dragging her down the hall. She was nothing but a project to him, it was easy to tell that much from the way he pulled on her. Even prey would be treated with more respect than she was. It wasn't a far distance before he tossed her into a gaping large hole making her fall five feet down. Despite the rough behavior he would have liked to have been nicer, however that would have slowed down the process. The least cruel thing he could do for her at this point was make this process as fast as possible.
Soullesspaw was now lying farther beneath the earths crust than any other prisoner. They weren't just in a pit now like the other prisoners lived in, she was in a pit inside of a pit. In her new cell there was cold water running down the stones into a small pond, which meant the air underneath was warm enough for the water not to freeze. On the other side of her was a landslide of rocks, likely from some sort of long ago cave in. Set up behind Soullesspaw where she couldn't yet see was a large nest, softer than any nest she ever had.
"You've been sentenced to stay in isolation until you are of warrior age. Once you get feeling back in your limbs you may take the vine off and save yourself some dignity. Your new purpose while down here is going to be to clean every last one of those stones from dirt. If you manage to actually pick up dirty stones in your mouth and wash them clean with your numb paws in that cold water then I'll release you early. My purpose is to make you an obedient soldier. If you excel in a way I don't like, or don't reach your potential fast enough there will be consequences. And if you fail to reform or become the perfect soldier you'll be taking that herb until your brain fries. But I'll leave you be for now." Howlingnight said walking away, knowing she wouldn't be able to speak properly until she got the strength to pull the vine off from her.
Soullesspaw kept asking if this was really, and only began to notice the vine around her jaw. She hardly registered the time when Howlingnight did not notice her consciousness. Only the bare minimum of awareness had returned to her, so time was more of a blur. Though she could feel the walls around her again, her legs didn't quite feel right either. She could barely wiggle her toes, and couldn't even feel the pain coming from her cracked claws. Her brain was shocked into focus when Howlingnight did finally act on her consciousness. She grunted as she was yanked from her prison and brought to the ground, way too tired to try to fight back.
She felt every bump and every sharp stone that dug into her, but registered no pain. She knew it should be there, but nothing came. Her eyes widened at this. How did Howlingnight find this herb? What did she do to deserve it? Questions that she could not ask rushed through her mind as the top of the pit came into view, well, came crashing into view. She landed and bounced like some piece of fresh kill from the five foot drop. Again, she knew she should feel pain, but felt none. She only felt her lungs struggling for air, and that was gone in an instant with no pain to delay it.
She lifted her head off the ground to look around the pit, and it wasn't as terrible as she thought it would be. The cell itself wasn't filled with water and the stone was mostly dry, save for the pool in the corner. Of course, it was beyond cold, but she was used to it. It wasn't like she and her siblings had prime real estate in their dens before.
My purpose is to make you an obedient soldier. What?! She shook her head the best she could and laid it back on the ground. No. She couldn't do that. No way. But you should. As the effects of the herb left, the voice in her head returned. You won't hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. She shuddered. You wouldn't be Dottymask. As Howlingnight left she curled tighter into a ball, not even bothering to try and get the vine off. This was her life now. And she didn't think that she could handle it.
