Scourge wandered through the dark forest, concealed by the shadows that fell from the tall trees. Staying low to the forest's floor, he made sure not to step on the twigs that were scattered around him.
Quickly he stood straight up and sniffed the air. "Shoot," he muttered softly, his voice barely audible. Some cat was following him. Gaining speed, he started to change directions, hoping to through off the pursuer. Nimbly jumping on to a low branch, he began to climb higher, looking for a suitable hiding spot.
Sitting in the tall oak Scourge could see the entire forest. He could even just see where Riverclan's river used to be, the water crystal clear and sparkling. He could see the moorland where Windclan used to hunt, and the boundary line between Shadowclan and Thunderclan. He chuckled to himself. "Lot's of fights there." The only thing he couldn't see, though, was the strange cat that had been following him. "Where is he?" he asked himself, confused. "Behind you," meowed a familiar voice calmly. Scourge shrieked, and fell out of the tree. "You mousbrain! You stupid little piece of foxdung mousebrained fool! Why in the world did you do that, Smokey?" Scourge screamed at the cat while clinging onto the small branch that he had managed to grab before he hit the ground. He started to hiss and spit, his fur puffing up, and his claws were unsheathed, grinding the bark. He was furious.
The large gray cat started to climb down on to the branch next to Scourge. When he got onto the branch, he backed up a little bit so he wouldn't get clawed, and then sat down, wrapping his tail around his paws. "Sorry Dad. I just thought you might want a hunting partner." Smokey said, sheepishly.