The darkened sky glistened with red stars and all life was burnt away. Most trees hadn't any leaves among their branches, the few that did had them scorched and ripped. The forest seemed as if the most deadly fire in history had tore it's way through the undergrowth and beyond. The sky had a blood red moon, large and glaring down, unmoving. The sight of this would give any cat the chills, all except one...
Stalking through this place for moons, never getting hungry, nor becoming fatigued. His pitch black fur never stood on end, for this was his punishment, his inevitable future, for this is what Scourge had brought upon himself. His disbelief in Startling had driven him to underestimate his opponents, for Tigerstar had been given 9 lives, but lost them in a single blow to this cold blooded killer. He had led BloodClan for about along as his stay in the hell he currently traveled, and hadn't expected this kind of end. His infinite banishment from life, and StarClan themselves.
Kicking up some dead leaves, he looked up at the blood moon and scoffed.
"This place is annoying me, this is what I get huh... THIS IS WHAT I, SCOURGE LEADER OF BLOODCLAN, AM FATED TO?!" he yelled into the air, hearing it echo as if the world were mocking him.
Like heaven and hell, StarClan had its opposite, and that being the place of which evil cats who have no desire for kindness were sent for their motives in life. It wasn't a clan, for no cat could ever come into contact with another here, the area of which they dwelled each were separate locations of their own space-time. This parallel universe of infinite space was called Forest Of The Forgotten.
Cats of StarClan watched over the Forest Of The Forgotten, and make sure they stay in their rightful place. Some cats of StarClan could visit these banished cats in their dreams or in reality if they wanted to, but it wasn't encouraged. That's where StarClan had its weakness...
Scourge lay down to sleep again, for who knows how many times now. It's the only thing he enjoyed here was the peace he got when sleeping. He could have good dreams to make him feel better, mostly being where he wins the battle against the forest clans, taking their land and food. Most of the time, he dreams about Firestar, the one cat to kill him, the one cat who sent him to this hell. Every time, he woke up cursing himself and usually feeling self-pitiful, loathing an opportunity of which he could slice that wretched cat's throat and watch as he chokes on his blood which would pour out of his throat like a small sideways fountain.
Just before his mind could slip away, he found himself surrounded by his fellow dead clanmates who had been given the privilege to dwell among the stars.
"What do you want! I'm trying to nap so if you're here to interrupt then I won't hesitate to kill you." he hissed in his Icy high-pitched voice. His clanmates didn't flinch from his remark or make any show of hostility. They stalked towards him slowly, but not in a threatening fashion.
"Scourge, we want you to have a second chance, we want you to fulfill the wish you almost granted us that day we invaded the forest." a tawny she-cat had said. Scourge stood and looked at them in interest.
"BloodClan has become a wreck in your absence, becoming weaker and more frail than before. It needs a proper leader, it needs your leadership Scourge." The large white Tom spoke, standing much taller than Scourge. Scourge, being in disbelief, scoffed at their words.
"How am I to return to my clan in my state? Im, and not to point out the obvious, Dead! How in the world am I supposed to return?!" Scourge hissed at them, again not making them hesitate in the least.
"all we need you to do is believe in StarClan, and you will be able to return. It shouldn't be so hard now that you have seen all of this." pointing out the events that took place before and after death.
"To be honest, I had always speculated it's existence, but always dismissed it as a rumor shared by mothers to get their kits to behave. I guess I can believe in StarClan now after all of this." His voice still linger his hostility, but not being deliberate about it. The cats that surrounded him got closer.
"We don't have enough energy to give you 9 lives like the forest diseased, but us together can give you one. All you need to do is prepare and survive." An elder She-cat spoke in her raspy meows. Scourge sighed before letting his tenderness cease.
"Alright, whatever you're going to do, make it quick, I cannot wait to get out of this abyss." he mowed eagerly. The six cats that surround him brushed their pelts against his and spoke in unison:
"WE SIX HEREBY GIVE YOU, SCOURGE, A SECOND CHANCE, RETURN TO THE LAND OF LIVING!" Their bodies disintegrated into Scourge, filling his body with unimaginable power. The ground beneath him glow a dazzling gold as he start to float into the air. His heart pounded in anticipation as he looked for the last time at the blood moon before he vanished from the land of death...