The next morning, the camp was covered in snow. It hasn't stopped snowing at all, and Dapple was freezing, though very lucky. She was one of the more "popular" slaves, and it was a miracle no one had woken her up, and forced her to pleasure them. Dapple glanced around, Larch and Kestrel's nests were empty. She risked a step outside, and saw Talonfoot grasping Kestrel's scruff, fucking him up the ass. Kestrel struggled as the other other tom tore up his tailhole, moaning with each thrust. A she cat by the name of Thymeheart was forcing his muzzle into her pussy. Dapple looked away. She remembered last night, how kind Scorchflower had been, how she'd fed her and let her rest in peace, away from this awful, disgusting camp. Her stomach ached with longing. It had brought back memories from when she'd been free... She heard Gooseclaw, one of today's guards, let out an angry hiss.
"This snow is getting on my nerves!" he growled. "It's too cold out here!"
"We can go... Warm up together once our guard duty is over, how about that?" Creekface meowed, lust in her voice. Dapple resisted the urge to throw up. Creekface had mated with practically all the toms in the clan, save the apprentices.
"Great idea." Gooseclaw meowed. Creekface giggled.
"I can't wait, Gooseclaw!"
"Me neither, sexy..." Dapple eventually got tired of listening to them flirt, and nudged Cloud. The white she cat turned around.
"What?" she muttered.
"You know Scorchflower?" Dapple meowed slowly.
"Yeah, I heard she raped you last night... I didn't think she was like that. " Cloud replied, picking irritably at a scab on her paw.
"I know... Cloud, you were a Matingclan cat before you failed your assessment twice. Did you know her?" Cloud shook her head.
"No, not really. We talked occasionally, but weren't friends or anything. Anyway, leave me alone." she snapped. Dapple backed away slightly.
"Sorry." she muttered, sighing.
Scorchflower awoke to Pigeonpelt whispering in her ear. "Morning, beauty." he meowed, grinning. The dark ginger tabby hissed, swiping at him.
"Pigeonpelt, go away! Get your mangy pelt out of the she cats' den!" Scorchflower stood up, chasing the tom away, baring her teeth when he tried come closer. Pigeonpelt really annoyed her, the huge sleazeball. Scorchflower let out an angry growl, whipping around and trudging off towards the freshkill pile. It was kept in a sheltered spot beneath a rock, so it wasn't soggy. She picked a squirrel, lazily gulping it down. She couldn't stop thinking about Dapple, and last night. She stashed a part of the rodent under the snow, for later, and padded off towards Frostpelt. "Frostpelt! Any patrols I can go on?" She shook snow out of her pelt. It would be nice to try and clear her mind for a bit.
"Yes. Perfect timing, you may go on a border patrol with Smokewhisker, Blackpaw, and Sandbreeze." she answered. Scorchflower nodded, and bounded off towards the three others. They had stopped to wait by the entrance.
"Hey, Scorchflower. We're going to the river border." Smokewhisker meowed. Scorchflower nodded as she followed them out of camp.
Soon, the patrol arrived at the river. It had been frozen long before the storm, and was covered in a blanket of snow. Scorchflower took a quick glance around. "Not much to see here. I don't think it's safe to cross, do you?"
"Nah. Anyway, no other cats, no foxes, no badgers, all's good." Smokewhisker replied, turning around. "Let's head back." the smoky tom decided. As they trekked through the snow, wind biting at their pelts, Scorchflower noticed Sandbreeze looking at her oddly.
"What?" she demanded, her pelt prickling with unease.
"Nothing. Just surprised you'd mate with Dapple." Sandbreeze meowed, looking away. Scorchflower didn't reply, she just stalked ahead of the cream tabby, reaching the camp before the rest of them. When she stepped past the barrier, she let out a horrified hiss. It was an awful sight, and Scorchflower felt her claws unsheathe in sheer rage.
