This is just a thing I made about Scourge's past. Please review and no flames!
Since Scourge was a kitten, he had always been different from his family. He had a pretty mom, black and white fur that was neatly combed. He had two sisters and two brothers so he always felt like the odd one out.
His family belonged to a Twoleg family near town. He hated his owners. They called him Blackie, the stupidest name a cat like him would ever want. Everyone was constantly fussing over him when he was small, but as the days wore on, he tried to behave as ferocious as possible.
Sometimes he was aloud outside where he would sit on their fence. Next door, a small Chihuahua lived. The yappy brown dog was always outside and broke out into a fit of barks whenever he saw Scourge.
Scourge would sit there, pretending not to notice, until the dog lost it's voice. It was always a pleasure to do that.
When they were old enough, the kits were put up for sale. Scourge watched every last one of his siblings get sold, until he was the only left. But nobody wanted to buy a scrawny, mangy cat that behaved badly. So he was stuck with the terrible Twolegs and his embarrassing mother.
One day, Scourge was sitting on the fence, (as usual) scratching at his electric collar. His Twolegs always made him put it on outside. His mom came out and jumped the fence. He bared his teeth at her. "Why do you get to leave the nest?" He asked in a nasty tone.
His mother flattened her ears, annoyed at how he was talking to her. "Because I am trustworthy. You need to behave better if you want to be free."
Scourge sneered. No way he would have his dignity taken away from him.
He watched his mom stride down the road. Scourge sat at the edge of the property, head bowed. Then he heard snarling. He looked up and saw a gigantic brown dog chasing his mother.
His eyes narrowed as he watched the dog bite her and she collapsed. He got up and strode into the house. It wasn't until the next day the Twolegs discovered his mom's body. They took her away and she never came back. It seemed for ever until the family came back.
While he waited for his Twolegs, he paced restlessly, and scratched at his itchy collar. If only he could do something about this captivity. It was then, he noticed they left the window open…
Scourge raced out the window and sprang onto the fence. This moment was one of the greatest of his pathetic life. His tail was straight up in the air and he held himself confidently as he padded along the fence. Then the crazy Taco Bell mascot started yapping at him, ruining the moment.
Scourge narrowed his eyes at the ugly dog. It was insane how this was an animal. As the little black cat looked at the house, he could see that there were no Twolegs, usually yelling at the dog in their strange language.
Scourge's ears lay flat on his head as he spat "I always hated you!" And leapt down into the other yard.
The Chihuahua went mad, screeching, "Hunt! Hunt! Cat! Cat!" over and over again. Scourge hissed and sprang at the dog.
The dog drew back in surprise at the shrimpy cat's claws met it's face. He yowled in pain and began to fight back.
Scourge was thrown off the raging dog. The dog recovered it's senses and charged the feline. Scourge leapt nimbly to one side and the attacker missed. Scourge lunged and swiped his claws at the side of his foe's head. The Chihuahua tried to avoid the blow, but was not nearly as fast the opponent. The claws caught him on the side of the head and he flipped over, trying to get the cat to loosen it's grip. Instead, Scourge took this opportunity and let go, aiming his bite towards the neck.
As the teeth sunk in, the dog howled in yowled, at first in fury, then in pain. Scourge raked his hind legs across the dog's soft underbelly and blood gushed out. The dog stopped squirming and the howls died down. Scourge drew back. Excellent. His first kill.