The junkyard was almost as much a home for Lightning as Raiders Run was, though the only reason she enjoyed it so much as the fact that she could terrorize the inhabitants without any superior cat breathing down her neck about loyalty and family. Her green eyes sparkled as she looked out from underneath a large sheet of metal.
She stretched out her front legs from underneath, and itched a bothersome place that had been rubbed by her raggedy leather collar with her back leg. The silvery blue she-cat was covered in all kinds of scars from torture or from battle and raiding. She watched out, waiting for some hapless loner or rogue to come by so that she could make their day miserable.
The starving loner walked along, coughing and sputtering from the illnesses he had contracted along the way. His eyes were crusted and half closed. The junkyard was his temporary home, but he had heard about a place known as Shelter Island. That is where he wanted to go. It was almost like his ultimate goal.
Trouble was, he couldn't manage the swim across the bay to the island. He heard it was a utopia, a safe haven, with plenty of things to eat and plenty of places to hide. He felt uncomfortable living where he was. He saw the paws of another cat stick out from underneath a piece of scrap metal, and he skittered away.
Lightning looked up. Her eyes glinted. "Foe..." She growled with a menacing tone in her voice. She stood up, crawling out from underneath the sheet metal. She stared down the other cat, making herself look as large and intimidating as she possibly could. "You look hungry little kitten."
She grabbed him and pushed him to the ground. It was easy, because he was so lightweight. She stood on top of him with her paws on his chest. She scooped some dirt up in her paw and shoved it near his mouth, trying to make him eat it. "Why don't you have a little something to eat?" she sneered.
He could barely do anything but stare in complete horror as the larger and intimidating she-cat shoved him to the ground. He hadn't expected such a bullying, and he didn't know how he should react to the situation. He shuffled around pathetically.
"Please stop," he choked.
The she-cat forced dirt into his mouth and he sputtered as the grit caught between his teeth and swept down his throat. He desperately hoped some cat would come and help him, for he could not help himself. He was powerless.
The feral she-cat didn't even bother to listen to the young cat's pleas, and she continued to mercilessly torture him. She dug her sharp claws into his flesh and teared at it. "Maybe I'll let you go, but only if you become my personal servant," she rumbled. Her foul breath seeped from behind her jaws as she stared Malchik down.
Lightning had no sense of sanity left, it was long gone, ever since she and her brother had been kidnapped from their Clan and she had been forced to live her life as a raider. She couldn't even remember life when she had been young, living with the groups of cats. She just remembered the blood, pain, and torture that her twisted raider family put her through.
He was willing to do just that if it meant that the other cat would stop torturing him. He spit out the grime he had in his throat, hacking and coughing. He nodded, hardly able to get out any words because of the dry ground in his mouth.
"Y-y-yes miss." He had no choice but to comply.
Malchik hoped that Lightning would get off of him now at least, so that he could spit out the grime he had in his mouth and vomit up whatever got into his stomach. This was a cruel cat he had come upon by chance.
Lightning smiled with cruelty. "You made the right choice, little kitten," she meowed. "First of all, I need you to go and fetch me something to eat. I'm starving, but I'm taking a rest. I expect you to come back, otherwise I'll hunt you down and kill you myself." She snarled the last words of her sentence. She would have no qualms with killing the other cat if he didn't comply.
She had learned nothing but cruelty and so she dealt in nothing but cruelty. Her eyes glowed with the darkness of a truly corrupted cat. She had come from such noble beginnings. She had been reduced to this.
Malchik was not a good hunter by any means. He nervously stared at Lightning. He didn't have a choice. He swallowed and looked down at the ground. He could hardly catch any prey to feed himself, let alone to feed this large and muscular she-cat.
"I will," he replied. He sulked off through the metal and twisted scraps of junk.
He scented the air. He couldn't smell any prey. He looked around with concern. I will bring her back something from the twolegs. They had tasty things in their rubbish cans sometimes.
Lightning watched as Malchik went on his mission. She took a sick pleasure in forcing other cats to do what she wanted. Her eyes glinted with sinister psychopathy. She stretched out her limbs. If Malchik ran away, she would simply have to hunt him down by his scents and kill him. She wouldn't hesitate to do so either.
Many cats in the Raiders had been driven to insanity through the torture they had endured as fledglings or newcomers. Lightning was one of those cats. She had a great future ahead of her as a warrior in the Clans, but all of that had been taken away from her. Now her past life was just a faded, distant memory.
Malchik scrounged in the trash until he retrieved the one thing he had been sent out for. It was food that was slightly rotting but still edible nonetheless. He hoped that it would suffice and that he would not be tortured by the vicious she-cat who had sent him on this task.
With a fish in his mouth he padded back to her. He laid it down at her paws and hoped that it would appease his mistress. He dipped his head, a traditional sign of respect. He had been so tempted to eat the food.
"There you are," he meowed. "By the way, my name is Malcchik."
"I couldn't care less what your name is," the she-cat snapped. She examined the food that he had brought. It was a fish, slightly rotten, none worse for wear, but she had been expecting freshly caught prey. She snarled at him. "What is this?" She prodded it with her paw, her lip curling as the stench hit her.
She smacked it towards him. "You eat it, kitty," she meowed. "Then after you've regained a little bit of strength, catch me something fresh to eat." She was having a good time being so tyrannical.
He was intimidated by the fact that she disliked what he had to give him. He thought she'd perhaps claw his ears off. She didn't but instead she gave him the fish. He knew it wasn't out of kindness but he dipped his head in thanks before he ate nonetheless. Even if she didn't like the taste of rotten fish, he enjoyed it, he was starving.
He wondered how she kept so well fed. She must be one of those cats with allegiances.
"I'll fetch you your fresh prey, ma'am, thank you for the fish, ma'am," he stammered.
Lightning's tail swished back and forth as the young cat consumed the food. Now he could probably hunt her something delicious. He must have been a kittypet or something, he seemed completely incapable of taking care of anything including himself. She waited for him to go and get her something, glaring at him all the time.
"Yeah, yeah," she snarled. "Go and fetch me that food right now or maybe I'll eat you." The Raider she-cat licked her paw and fixed a ruffle in her fur with it.