Another kit, a tom, precisely a silver tortoiseshell with blue eyes mewed, “I understand. I want to be out there too someday. I want Eagle to train me. Either that or I become an assassin. My name’s Silverflame. If you can’t tell I’m named after my coat.” He puffed his chest forward and tried to look bigger than he actually was. Cocoa mewed, “Is there any way to get out there?” Silverflame shook his head so Cocoa sat down her head sinking low but her heart sinking lower. You could easily hear the arena. It was scary really, it would have been better if she couldn’t. She heard Eagle bellowing, “This here is a traitor named Branch! We have more cats coming up so don’t worry!” He walked forward to Branch who was trembling slightly with paralyzing fear but still managed to look brave. Eagle walked forward carefully placing claws on Branch’s throat. Branch closed his eyes flinching slightly. Then he dug them in and sliced across Branch’s throat. Cocoa looked like she was about to sob. In her eyes there was a broken look in them. She was so paralyzed by all this fear she stayed rooted in place as she watched her father die. His screams as he twitched on the sandy ground, crying out for mercy. Then Eagle snapped his neck as if he was a piece of prey. The screams and pleas stopped at once. Then her mother was shoved into the arena. Cocoa knew what would happen next. She let out a shuddering sob. Silverflame looked at her in a kind of funny way, “Don’t worry kits like you usually aren’t used to this.” Cocoa didn’t hear his voice. Eagle grinned, “Ahh. Beautiful, beautiful Moss. A traitor as well. We all know what we do to traitors here.” Moss struck at him with unsheathed claws raking across his face. Eagle frowned, “Well I guess, the kits can go first.” Fear crossed Moss’s face. She had hoped that the kits weren’t here. The kits were herded out by Sam who then ran to their mother. She licked them all and blinked away her tears. She was going to be strong for them. She could have brought up the fact that Cocoa was missing but she didn’t. The other kits didn’t either, knowing that their sister was better off this way. Then a couple cats were speaking the only one that could be heard was Sam, “I’m sure I got all the kits. No! I remember because there was the brown and sandy colored one, the sandy one, the white one, and then the brown fluffy one. No, I never said it was five kits! We have them all.” Eagle growled, “I’m going to hunt down these kits one by one. Come on, push them away Moss.” Moss didn’t comply so Eagle shoved her over scaring the kits so bad they started to run. Sparrow was caught first. Eagle snatched him up and tore off his tail. Sparrow screeched in pain then Eagle tore off his head. He spit Sparrow’s head out and advanced on the other kits. Moth was standing in front of Leaf and Twig. They were near the entrance and Twig was small enough to fit through. He slipped behind his sister’s back away from Eagle’s view. Then a shriek was heard. A she-cat named Moon had caught the escaped kit. Then shoving his body aside like a piece of prey into the hallway. Then Eagle grabbed Moth by the scruff and threw her into the glass in Cocoa’s direction. All of her bones broke on contact with the glass. Moss was shrieking in anguish. She thought three of her kits to be dead. Moss ran to Moth’s body. She nosed her kit and nuzzled her to no avail. Moth’s body slumped when Moss shook it. Cocoa felt like she couldn’t take it. She couldn’t look away either. It was like she was rooted to the spot by all the evil in the world. Then out in the arena Leaf was darting around frantically. The last kit left in the arena she ran desperately towards her mother. But like all the other kits her fate was sealed. Eagle caught up to her pouncing on her tail like a mouse that he was playing with. Then he crushed her head underneath his paw. Then a cat ran into the arena, kicking Sparrow’s head around and whispered something in Eagle’s ear. He nodded and throwing the kit to the side he stepped off. Then some cats came around collecting the dead bodies. Moss had shrieked when they tried to take away Moth’s dead body but they succeeded in snatching it away from the grieving mother. Then Sam stepped forward. A lot of cats were confused because he was the one who administered torture. An iron crate which used to be used in the nuclear facility was set beside his and every hole in the arena was patched up. Almost as if they didn’t want anything to escape. Moss was dragged into the center of the arena and Sam released whatever was in the iron crate. Then he leaped over through a special entrance in the side which he shut quickly behind him. Out of the iron crate slithered snakes, poisonous snakes. Then they struck out towards Moss latching onto her skin. She shrieked and screamed to be killed. She screamed for death. She had it soon. After minutes of hearing her screech and cry she fell silent. She fell to the ground, sand kicking up.
Then a python slithered out of the crate and wrapped itself around her body, tightening its grip making sure she was dead, then proceeded to swallow Moss whole. Suddenly something snapped in Cocoa’s brain. She ran from the room. She traced her scent back to where it mingled with her siblings then ran. She thought she had caught Twig’s scent but ignored it. It was her mind playing disgusting tricks on her. She ran as fast as she could, the shock still in her system the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She was running towards the clans. Then she stopped only to sob. Her eyes swimming with the ghosts of her past as she sobbed for several days. She only stopped when she realized that she was starving. She walked, sniffling until she bumped into two cats. One was big, muscular and kind of mean looking. He was gray and black with dark blue eyes. The second cat was a really, tiny she-cat. She was white with blue markings and blue eyes. She smiled up at them hiding pain behind her own eyes, “Hi, I’m Cocoa!”
