Every clan left after the Bloodclan cats fled. There was only a limp and bloody body left in the clearing. The black cat, Scourge, slowly opened his eyes, knowing everyone had left. If he had never faked it, he would have died at the spot. Scourge stood up, shaking a bit as he looked around at the blood stained clearing. The cat sighed and started walking back to the twoleg place, where his clan was. Scourge winced when he arrived, hearing the worried voices about the dead leader. But he wasn't dead, he was faking it. The scar on his neck drooled as he hopped into the clearing. Everyone gasped at the leader. Scourge didn't care, knowing that would have been what he would do. "Bone, get me some food." He demanded crawling under the dumpster. Everyone stared at him and started whispering, but he didn't mind. He was tired, and very hungry. Before Scourge's food arrived, he was already in a sleep. Bone just left the food, not daring to wake him up.