So, here I am again! With something new, might I add. This sorta takes the place of that Ashfur fanfiction. Though, once I get this one and "Said and Done" finished, I may consider starting over with it. Ashfur needs some revenge D,:

So, anyway, this is a fanfiction based upon two book series (my first crossover :DD). "Warriors", of course you know. Scourge is the main character on that side in this story if you hadn't realized. And the other book series is, "Varjak Paw" another good book series about cats. Sally Bones is another main character, rather than a villain, in this crossover. So..this will center around the villains I suppose, because they need some love! I always did have a soft spot for them. If you love both of those series, you'll probably like this story.

This will probably take place some time before Varjak arrives. The Vanishings just started (*adds some suspenseful music*).

Anyway, enjoy this first bit. The prologue!

Prologue

The forest was dark and gloomy. Flashes of different colored pelts, not to mention splatters of crimson, came from left and right. A black and white colored feline came darting from the bracken, a firey pelted one to follow. Neither tom spoke a word. They were away from the larger battle at hand, and now it was simply between them and no one else.

"Give up, Scourge," The orange colored tom growled, on his haunches. "leave the forest. No one else will have to get hurt."
"Nonesense," The black and tom with one white paw smirked, his fangs gleaming in the dim light that shined through the forest canopy. "this will end here and now..whether you like it or not." He lunged forward, his unusually long claws out and ready to cling into their target.

Firestar, what a joke! No one can live nine times! It's impossible!
Scourge's jaws closed over Firestar's neck, and the orange tom let out a gasp. Snarling in satisfaction, Scourge dug his fangs in deeper. His claws worked their way into the leader's chest, soon pinning him. Scourge continued to draw blood, his icy-blue eyes on fire. Firestar's green eyes grew duller and duller, his mouth gaped open. Then, finally, he fell limp. Scourge stayed on top of him for a moment, making sure Firestar had really stopped breathing. He knew the playing dead trick. But it was true. Scourge stepped off of the firey pelted tom, his fur lying flat. It was over. Firestar was dead.

Let's see how tough those Clans are now!
Casually padding away, Scourge didn't think much of a small rustle behind him. It was just prey, he was sure of it. Though it continued.

Prey around this forest must know by now to be cautious of cats. This prey must see me. Scourge slowly took a glance back, his eyes narrowing.

Just as he did, however, a heap of orange fur came flying at him.
With a startled gasp, Scourge was pinned this time, his head pressed against the grass. There stood Firestar, glaring down at him with cold, leaf-green eyes.

"Fire-" Scourge began in awe. "You...you..."
"Lost a life." Firestar growled. "I have eight more."
"That's impossible!" Scourge snarled. "You died! That's that!"
"I'll die on my last life," Firestar murmured, still glaring. "I promise." He was getting ready to finish the small, startled and defenseless tom from beneath him off.

"No.." Scourge stared up at him, suddenly fearful. All he wanted to do was think this over..not die! "No!" He bared his teeth, reaching up with great force and slashing Firestar across the face with his claws which had been reinforced with dogs' teeth.

Firestar staggered backwards in surprise, his eyes wide.

"This isn't over." Scourge growled, quickly running off. He didn't wait for a reply of any sort. He just kept running, his paws drumming against the forest terrain. The screeches of battle sounded far in the distance, and before the black and white tom knew it, he was standing at the edge of the forest, gazing out at the Twolegplace with frantic icy-blue eyes.

BloodClan would not dismiss him as a coward. He was the best leader of any Clan ever made. Led by hatred, Scourge would take over the forest one way or another, with or without BloodClan. Though, he really did not know what to do now. Why had he run? Where would he go?

Then his ears perked up. He'd show Firestar...he'd show them all, just as he had when he first came here. Never again would he ever have to worry about what others thought of him because of his size. It would be the teeth and claws they'd be worried about. He would find someone or something to aid him, somehow...

Scourge stalked forwards, not sure of where he was yet to go. He knew how to hunt. He could manage. He didn't need BloodClan anymore. He would have to only rely on one cat, and one cat only; himself.

If you were wondering, yes. Scourge merely flips out and goes off by himself to privately think, as well as find a new weapon to perhaps destroy Firestar and the Clans once and for all. BloodClan is soon defeated, 'cause they ain't nothing without their leader...I suppose... xD

Anyway, please review and tell me if you think I should continue, even though the plot hasn't all and entirely been made clear yet.