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

Sharpfang sighed he was beginning to think the same thing. Without caring about the opinion of Hawkwing he decided to speak up "Bramblefur!" He said loudly "how long until that rouge makes a decision. I haven't performed an execution in a while and I would like to get prepared if I am to execute the vermin in your den" he said with a sly smile. After looking at Hawkwing again he decided to speak with him "what do you think about this prolonged healing process" he asked indicating with a twitch of his ears towards the healers den where the prisoner was.

Hawkwing shook his head and sat taller.
"I say we don't waste our herbs and just kill the rogue," the tom mumbled. "When I attacked her, I meant to kill her. But Bramblefur chipped in. The rogue would've died if she wasn't there," he grumbled.

Sharpfang turned on the Healer "and what makes you think she'll be staying?" He said firmly. "As for what you said Hawkwing, I agree entirely" he added. "Bramblefur... You can't possible believe that that wast of space in your den will stay here. We might as well prepare it for execution" he said nonchalantlay. This wasn't the time to be wasting herbs on a prisoner.

"Well, maybe they(StarClan/Dark Forest) have different plans." Nepia said, looking up at the sky.

"You and I both know that a healer has to treat every cat the same as you would a clanmate."

"Because...because she was once a clan cat."Bramblefur said, "She wouldn't tell me which one though..."

The long-haired captive sat up in her nest, hearing loud, hostile growls outside."What's going on?" She asked out loud, padding out of her nest to peer outside.

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"When Hawkwing attacked her she didn't even give him a scratch!" He protested "you need to be able to do a lot more than hunt to be part of DeathClan" he took a step forward until he was only a few mouse lengths away from Bramblefur's muzzle. He was about to add something else to his argument she he saw a strange cat come out of the Medicine den. It was obvious by the cats appearance that it was the rouge "so you are the one that I'll be executing soon" he said calmly. The fur lay flat on his neck and he took a few steps back. Sharpfang sat down and began licking a paw, acting a lot more natural "well please struggle... I like it when they struggle" he added a malicious glint in his eye.

Hawkwing watched the argument with a smirk on his face. He enjoyed the bickering and wanted to see Sharpfang kill the Medicine Cat so that he didn't have to and loose his position. His tail twitched in amusement as he looked down at the cats, staying a bit out of the way.

"Aw, your threats are just precious." Kerri sat down and leaned down to smooth out her chest fur.

Sharpfang smirked, he liked this rouges bravery "you seem happy to run your mouth just days before your enviable torture... Or will you join the clan? Personally I can't see that happening. Bramblefur seems to think you're injured... But you seem fine to me" he said jeeringly "that's good. It means we can go ahead with the procedures necessary sooner than expected... Well that's great news" he said flexing his crimsoned claws.

Hawkwing stared at the Prisoner and let out a chuckle, looking away slowly. He licked his claws and listened to the conversation, moving in closer before looking back at the cats.

The black-and-white cat shrugged casually. "Maybe, I want to die." She meowed boredly "Or maybe I'm just messing with you."

Sharpfang smiled what was making this rouge be so disrespectful? "Why didn't you say so?!" He said extravagantly "I could have arranged an execution ages ago" he said chuckling to himself "and if you are messing with me you'll regret it" he said slightly most sternly. Leaning forward, Sharpfang tried for the last time to remove the red stains from his claws but ,like before, it didn't work. Sighing he turned back to the she-cat "why did you even enter our territory... You should have scented the marks we left... Also why not even try and put up a fight?" He asked genuinely confused. He scratched the ground with his left paw, creating deep score marks in the earth.