DeathClan ( The merciless and terrifying. High ranks open!)

(OK Thank you)

Sharpfang pulled himself out of the hollow log next to the Leader's den. He stretched his tired limbs and opened his strong jaws into a wide yawn. After waking up slightly more, he padded over to the middle of camp and began to groom his corse fur. His front claws were still bloodied from a recent execution, even though he had tried his best to clean them. He decided that his pelt was adequately clean and walked over to the fresh kill pile. He surveyed over the pile and his eyes fell on a plump squirrel. With one swift movement his paw snagged up the squirrel and he pulled it to him. He finished the meat in a few large bites and then wiped the blood from his muzzle using his rough tounge. The blood was still warm and it exited Sharpfang at the sickly Crimson liquid entered his throat.

Sharpfang nodded in response to the apprentice and then turned to face her "the Dark Forest have truly been watching over us for moons... They have given us many blessings, but the new additions to are clan are truly great" he drew a paw accross his muzzle and began talking again "How has the training been so far?" He asked quizitingly. He wandered how apprentices had chance to train with all that had been going on lately.

(Are they in the camp?)

(I don't know who the Torturer is because it's not on the front page... So I'll just say Torturer even if it sounds wrong)

"So... The Touturer hasn't been letting you... Well... Assist then?" He asked starting to get confused... Sure the clan had been busy... But they had had a fair share of prisoners recently and surely Foxpaw would have plenty of chances to test out his skills. Sharpfang was still in the dark about exactly what happened during torture, but he knew that it took great skill and precision. He hoped that the clan's activities would return to normal and that all the apprentices would be able to resume a normal training routine.

The rogue stirred, and twitched an ear, showing she heard The healer, but made no effort to get up.

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"Scarletpool hasn't asked me to help her with anything." Foxpaw meowed in a disappointed tone. "I'm actually surprised she hasn't..."

(Ahh Scarletpool... Thanks)

Sharpfang nodded slowly "that seems strange... Isn't there a rouge prisoner in the clan right now? Maybe you're right" he put in "Scarletpool will probably let you help out with the torture of that lowlife... After all, what's the point in holding back on a rouge?" He added rhetorically. Sharpfang didn't speak to Foxpaw very often... In fact it was on rare occasion, but she was a great cat and would make a great Torturer one day. He looked down at her and sighed "I know what it's like to want to sink your claws into a cat... But believe me... It's worth the wait" he said, a gleam in his dark blue/black eyes.

"Yes."Bramblefur replied, continuing to whisper softly. "But sneaking food to prisoners is a crime I think. And that means that those who do get caught are punished, even killed. Just for feeding a prisoner whose last meal may have been a few days ago."

Sharpfang smiled at the actions of the she-cat. It suprised him as he rarely showed this kind of emotion and he smiled even less of the time. Straightening his posture, he put on a straight face and resumed talking "don't worry, I'm almost certain that as soon as Scarletpool is ready to begin Torturing the prisoner that she'll let you join in" he said reassuringly. He placed his tail on her sholder for mere moments before drawing it away and putting it back to his side where he usually held it to hide his scars.

Foxpaw nodded hopefully, reflecting on the tom's words. She was surprised by his touch and how quickly he whisked his tail away.

Sharpfang's tail flinched by his side and he had to take a deep breath to stop himself from fidgeting "why has it taken so long to begin the Torturing anyway?" He asked, changing the subject "normally the rouge would have been given the choice by now... Wasn't it?... To be honest I hope it refused to join, I haven't executed a cat in about a moon... Although the blood still lingers" he said looking down at his reddened claws. It was unusual for the torturing to have started so late, but Sharpfang was sure there were reason for it.

Foxpaw rolled her eyes, "Bramblefur wanted to heal her first. I have no idea why." She growled, glancing at the healer's den.

"Well..yes we believed in StarClan. Fought over territory with bordering clans....so long ago.." Kerri sighed sadly.

Bramblefur remembered the many times the stories the twoleg kit told about the clan cats fighting over territory.
"Well what happened? Did twolegs destroy your territory or something? Were you all chased out by another clan(like ShadowClan did so long ago)? Or were you all forced to find a new home?"Bramblefur whispered once more. She knew she was asking so many questions, but she needed to know what happened.

Storm narrowed her eyes. Of course she had been tortured by Scarletpool before, she was a Prisoner and has been for a long time now.
"You shouldn't have expected him not to back down, his brother is Hawkwing and all."

(Sorry for the long poof! I was going to the gym but went to the Park for a bit as well.
Anyways, I could ask Storm if we can recreate the Clan. I'd always be happy to recreate it, maybe set it up with some good layout and graphics and keep it up-to-date and organized. I did the same with VixenClan and it was very successful, we grew as a family as well. )