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ScourgeXCinderpelt

Cinderpelt walked around the old forest lugging along her manservant, Fireheart, around with her. They were looking for herbs, like always.

Meanwhile, an unspecified black cat that was maybe related to Fireheart was stalking the two Thunderclan cats. His claws were unsheathed, already ready to kill. He was about to pounce when a flash of gray fur caught his eye.

"Oh my nonexistence religion! She's the most beautiful she-cat I've ever laid eyes on." Scourge meowed to himself. Since the cats gave a rat's ass about personality, he was instantly in love.

"Excuse me" Scourge called out to the strangers.

Fireheart spun around and saw the intruder on the clan's territory.

"Want to join Thunderclan?" he asked the evil looking invader.

"Ight mate."

So Firestar and Cinderheart lead the leader of Bloodclan to the camp.

"Fireheart what the fuck!" Bluestar called to her deputy. But Scourge didn't care about anyone else. He was only focused on his animalistic instinct to reproduce.

Like a creeper, the bone wearing tom followed Cinderpelt back to the medicine cat's den.

"Hey hot stuff" Scourge flirted.

Cinderpelt patted the fire out of her fur "Hello new guy"

"I have a fever that can only a piece of beautiful gray-furred ass can cure"

"Sorry but Yellowfang died in the most current Thunderclan drama" Cinderpelt replied. She couldn't help but look at his collar. The smell of decay was Cinderpelt fetish.

"Oh, I see" Scourge meowed in disappointment "By the way s'up with your leg?"

"RUDE!" Cinderpelt yelled "Ableist scum!"

"Nonexistence Jesus! I just wanted to know why you haven't healed yourself."

Cinderpelt's fur still remained bristled "Because it's broken beyond repair."

"Then why didn't you just make a living sacrifice to our lord and savior Satan?"

Cinderpelt's green/blue/yellow eyes widen "You can do that?"

"Uh duh"

Cinderpelt was very tempted but couldn't do it. As Thunderclan cat who was not Tigerclaw, Cinderpelt was entitled to be morally above everyone else.

"Black cat that I still don't know the name of...I can't. I can't take a life for such a selfish reason."

Scourge tipped his head in confusion "Who said we were taking a life. We going to kill Heavystep."

"Oh"

So the lovely couple preformed sacrificial ritual to heal Cinderpelt's leg. Stupidly, Cinderpelt was immediately made a warrior. Half the clan died from the lack of a medicine cat.

Many moons later…

Scourgestar strolled through the wasteland that had become Thunderclan's territory. He stumbled across a functionally footed she-cat.

"Cinderpelt" he called out with a lot of meaning "I have to tell you something."

Cinderpelt used her back leg to walk over to Thunderclan's new leader. Her breath was stuck in her throat as she caught a whiff of the tom's collar. "What is it overlord of all?"

Scourgestar nearly blushed at the cute pet name, but villains don't have blood to blush with. So instead he stared deeply and seductively into his crush's eyes.

"Cinderpelt I...I feel an intense urge to bone you!" he confessed.

Tears ran down Cinderpelt's cheeks, because cats can cry now.

"I love you too Scourgestar" Cinderpelt said with a voice oozing with love.

Scourgestar and Cinderpelt touched noses. Enjoying each other's warmth under the pale light of the moon. Their tails intertwined and their fur brushed against each other. This was the Warrior's equivalent to ferociously making out. It was a big leap in the relationship but the lovers didn't care. They had the libido of a 16 year old boy.

All was good. Too good.

In one swift motion, Scourgestar ripped Cinderpelt in half with his dog claws that he somehow had.

"Love...WHY?" Cinderpelt screamed in agony.

"Because Tigerclaw"

"What?" were Cinderpelt's last words.

A/N: This chapter was very angsty. If you cried and then listened to Fall Out Boy please give this story a kudos. If you didn't, stop being such a little pussy. Thank you and good night.