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

Hawkwing let out a growl and stepped forward, annoyed.
"Kill her or I kill you!" He growled.

Scar looked down at Storm and pressed his head against her chest, not caring about the blood. He looked her in her eyes, he could never kill her and he never will. He looked up at Hawkwing.
"Then kill me," he meowed, his voice cracking.

Hawkwing growled and dug his claws into the ground. He didn't expect this from his brother.
"Sharpfang, kill..." He thought for a few minutes and took a deep breath.
"Kill Storm," he meowed.

Scar reared forward, headbutting Sharpfang off of Storm. He quickly rose to his paws and stood protectively over Storm.
"Hawkwing! You don't understand, Storm isn't just some random cat, she's out sister!" He called out.

Hawkwing looked over at Scar and shook his head.
"Yeah right, we have no other siblings," he hissed.

Scar shook his head, looking at his brother.
"Hawkwing, don't you remember? When we were younger, she'd play with us."

Hawkwing looked at the dying she-cat. He did recognize her but that didn't make anything different.
"Kill her," he meowed to Sharpfang." (Go a head)

Scar let out a yowl, Storm's blood splattering over his fur.
"Storm!" He raced over to the she-cat, licking her fur and trying to help her.

Storm let out a gasp, coughing up blood. She looked up at Scar, tears fell from his eyes and onto her fur. But instead of being upset, she smiled and weakly licked Scar's cheek.
"I-It's o-okay, Scar," she murmured. Everything would be better now, for her. She just hoped Scar would be alright without her.

Scar laid next to Storm, curling up. Tears rolled down his cheek and he let out loud whimpers.Why must Hawkwing be so cruel?

Hawkwing watched his brother, pity rising in his chest but he pushed it away. He sat down and stared at the scene.

(Wow...that was rough. Poor Scar, though! Foxpaw is gonna be so disappointed she didn't get to torture Storm before she died.)

"Oh look now the kittypet is crying!" Scarletpool jeered as Scar cried. She walks a little closer and kicks at Storm. "Yak now crying won't bring her back!"

Storm looked up at Scar making eye contact with him. She loved him, whether she was his brother or not Scar was always there for her when all the other cats were cruel.
"T-Thank yo-" She stopped, no longer having the strength to talk. She licked her brothers cheek before taking her last breath.

Scar pressed her head against Storm, feeling her take her last breath. He hated this Clan, he hated HawkWing, he hated Sharpwing. He looked at her eyes, now lifeless. He felt Scarletpool's kick, but he ignored it.

Hawkwing watched until he couldn't watch anymore. He sighed and turned to Sharpfang.
"Take Storm's body," he mumbled.

(Take the lead...? Heh don't know what you mean)

Nvm xD I'll edit it )

Sharpfang grabbed the limp body by its throat and began dragging it back to camp. Even though it had been a prisoner, tradition still held and some cats might want to sit vigil. Dirt collected on the still damp blood soaked fur of Storm. Sharpfang stopped to make sure the others were following him and to also regain his grip on the now slippery throat. After digging his teeth in he sat down and waited for the others.

Scar let out a cry when the tom took Storm away. He raced down the slope and stood next to Sharpfang. Rage rose up inside him, everything close to snapping.

Hawkwing padded up to them.

Before answering, Sharpfang dumped the body in the middle of the camp and then turned back to Foxpaw "well... She tried to escape didn't she" he said plainly. He realised that he was still covered in blood and that it would be seemingly obvious what had happened. He smirked "by the way" he said, his eyes gleaming "I can see why you want to become a torturer" he said smirking "but I think I'll stick to executions... There always a lot more fun to perform." He then turned to watch the rest of the party of cats appear at the entrance to camp.

(This'll have to be my last post for the night aswell. As its 4 am here... Oops)

Sharpfang sighed and walked up to Hawkwing "how are you so powerful and noble and yet.." He paused searching for the right words "your brother is so weak and kindhearted" His tail began to twitch as he looked at his stained pelt... Blood was such a pain, especially considering the fact that Sharpfang's pelt was predominantly white. He stared at Scar and shook his head. Hawkwing was right, his brother was acting like a Kittypet. After studying his pelt for an extended amount of time he began trying to remove the blood from his tail with long strokes from his rough tounge. He wondered what Hawkwing was thinking, after all Scar had just told him that Storm had been his sister.

"Thanks" mumbled Sharpfang between licks. He stared down at Storm and sniggered how could she be related to Hawkwing he thought she was as weak as a kittypet we looked back to Hawkwing and began admiring the tom. His bulging muscles and powerful stance. He would be a great leader one day. "How long do you think it'll take Scar to get over her?" he asked beginning to clean off the blood from an old wound.