Droplets of water splashed upon his face as somebody he recognized as wet moss, fell onto his face. Scourge opened his cold blue eyes to stare up at a young and petite she-cat who stared down at him with a kind and caring gaze. Her amber eyes, which held hints of hazel in them, were warm. "Do not speak," she whispered in his ear when he opened his parched mouth, "You are still weak from that battle." Wondering who the heck she was, and why she was so close to him, he snarled at him, and received a disapproving frown. "Hey, mister I'm So Strong - get a grip on yourself, be thankful that I at least saved your petty life." Scourge smirked, he was beginning to like her attitude. This new she-cat wasn't afraid of him, much to his displeasure, and was feisty like fire.
Lashing her tail, the brown feline pressed cobwebs against his bleeding wounds and he hissed out in pain. "YOU STUPID SHE-CAT, CAN'T YOU LEARN TO BE-!" The tom was cut off as she stuffed a wad of soaking moss into his mouth, nearly choking him.
"SHUDDUP YOU STUPID FURBALL, I SAVED YOUR LIFE, SO SHUT UP!" She yowled in his voice, her hazel eyes burning like fire. He attempted at smirking but he ended up choking on the ball of moss.
Grunting, she yanked it out and glared at him with her burning gaze before grabbing a pawful of black seeds. He eyed them uneasily and glared at her when she turned towards him, "Don't you dare feed these to me!"
She smirked and forced him onto his black back, and spread open his jaws. As she attempted in putting the poppy seeds into his mouth, he lurched forwards and with some quick movements, he forced her to swallow them instead.
Choking, she fell backwards, with a look of horror on her furry face before she passed out. Scourge got up onto his paws and examined the unconscious she-cat. She was a good leaper, he guessed, because of the small amounts of muscles in the she-cat's legs. Prying open her eyes, he realized that half was amber and that the other half was hazel. Not like one blue eye and the other green, but sort of a mixture of two different colors. …But her orbs had more of an amber tinge to it.
Her claws were small but he presumed strong, he flipped her paws open to examine her paw-pads. They were thick - in a sense. Perfect for mountain climbing. when he opened her mouth, half of the remains of the seeds were left. Her tongue was bright pink, but her teeth were nearly pearly white. Closing her mouth, he stepped back to take a body view of his saviour.
She was small, just a bit smaller than him - if not that, almost exactly the same height as him. Her pelt was thick and thin - a medium length. Her coat was the color of the bark on the trees, with a golden tinge to it. Almost a golden-brown, but more brown. She was almost stunning in appearance, but just dull in Scourge's standards.
With a smirk on his face, Scourge circled around his moss bedding, which he presumed the she-cat had made for him, and rested his head onto his paws. His gaze resting on the forcibly asleep she-cat, he fell into a dreamless sleep.