A/N: Scourge is my favorite character so I wanted to write another one-shot for his death and beyond, I think I went a little too OOC, I don't know you tell me in your reviews. Sorry if it's short, it was something I can write under at least a good ten minutes. Okay, done ranting, please proceed reading
Before anyone or even THE Scourge of BloodClan knew, he had fell. Under the ginger tom's bloody claws and spitting rage. It had happened so quick, dear god StarClan who had wrought the ThunderClan's leader's strength with such speed and agilty. Darn had it with the black tiny tom, who of course had it coming.
But when Scourge fell to the ground with a light thud, he realized he hadn't done this to terriorize everyone for the fun of it, no, he did it because of everyone around of him. Scourge ISN'T evil, just a misunderstood kitten from the past, now causing tyrant within the spacious forest. Green leaves turning red, bones and skulls from the past fights, leaders having to pace back and forth in their dens figuring why and how. Scourge knew it now, maybe Scourge didn't belong in this world.
'I'm a good cat, why should I listen to Socks and Ruby?' Thinking back now to his littermate's faces when they have seen Scourge, actually taking over control to his indulgent content of blood spilling. Socks and Ruby suffered, and Scourge now knew it was his time to face his fate as well.
Scourge's vision faded and the last he had seen was the leader, who had handled him, by himself, turn to yowl his Clan back to their den. Bone's screeches were heard, before fuzzing black, his eyesight fading to incoherent black
Floating, Scourge thought, floating. The idea had him thinking where he had gone through, would his evil sins and doings send him to Hell? Whatever it was, Scourge was ready for it. Scourge would not bow to such ridiculous ideas, of Hell actually existing and cats burning in pots of boiling blood and bones. No, the black tom was prepared to actually take this up like a real leader that he wasn't.
None the less, the black tom kept floating. Nothing hit him all of a sudden, maybe this was supposed to show him the pure oblivion the cat had not seen. While he had been worrying about others suffering, he did not see himself. Scourge's blue eyes leaked with tiny tears, not tears as if crying from his sudden loss with the leader, but his sudden realization on why.
Scourge had finally realized, why the world isn't fair, everyone, including the greatest figures even had their saddest moments, adding into the heat with what Scourge felt. The little tom never understood the true feeling of love and passion for others, that cold feeling never seemed to cease, even when Scourge is alone, floating into what looked, like endless tunnels of confusion and even his own mystery: His Reasons.
Please review, all sorts of Critism approved. And if there is another Fanfic you might request me to write then I won't hesitate to do it.