"Hey, The kit's back every-" The calico cat who had just called out was abruptly cut off. It's always a new one. Scourge thought, annoyed. Why can't they just do as they are told, instead of shouting and rambling about obnoxious things? Scourge wondered this often, but he never actually said anything. Scourge licked his left fore-paw, the one he had just used to cleanly kill the cat. His ice blue eyes shimmered with delight, he had always loved a good killing. His name.. Callie? Scourge couldn't remember half of his clans names, it's not like it really mattered anyways. "Bone, His name?" Scourge said sharply, clearing his thoughts. He turned his tiny figure towards Bone, who towered above him. "S-Scottie Sir." Bone said, his eyes darting back and forth nervously. Scourge nodded, not really caring. "Go tell his kin that he died, tell them he ate a bone wrong." Scourge ordered, thinking up something quickly. He respected his clan greatly, and he would lie to them if it made them feel more at home. He noticed Bone hadn't move. "Well? Go!" He snarled. Bone darted away, leaving Scourge alone. Scourge sat in his den, thinking about the cat who had attacked him when he was still called 'Tiny'. Tigerpaw. Scourge remembered that name, and he always will. I'm going to kill you, slowly.