Me: Hello and welcome to another segment of Warriors Talk. I'm your badass host, Aria nya~! Today's guest comes from us from BloodClan and is one of Scourge's most trusted generals. Please welcome Bone.

Bone: Hmph, I can't believe Scourge made me do this but alright, what do you want to know Kittypets?

Me: Straight to the point, I like that. *purrs* Now folks are wondering about MetalClan and if the leader really did use a scythe?

Bone: Oh you're talking about Plague. Nots of rumors surround his origins but some say his mother was a lynx. Others say he was so psychotic he killed his own kin just to see the den run red.

Me: *shivers* Good grief he doesn't sound pleasant Bone. Now did he actually use a scythe on them?

Bone: *looks boredly at his claws* Hm, yes and no. Plague plays dirty, unlike Scourge whom actually has some honor. He's known for using sharp things to make traps that mame and even kill the victoms. *thinks of the kit Swiftpaw's group* The forest cats didn't know what hit them when that trap had been sprung.

Me: And poor Dragon and Brightpaw seemed to have paid for it.

Bone: *nods* MetalClan shall die for messing with BloodClan! *gives a vicious sneer*

Me: Um, m-moving on with the next chapter of Rise of FireClan, bye! *runs away in a hurry as all out war breaks out in the background between BloodClan and MetalClan*


Chapter 7
Scourge's Wrath

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Damn.

Damn!

Those cats had gotten away from his clutches and escaped his oh so perfect trap that prevented any from trying to escape. But what had really made his blood boil over was that they had escaped with Bracken of BloodClan's Elite Guard's two tiny sons. Those two would have been the perfect bargaining chips against that brat and his group that were growing in numbers every day! What's more that delicious she-cat with eyes like the finest jewels had escaped, ESCAPED! The spotted, one eyed tom was furious as he had intended to take that she-cat for his own.

Damn that brat!

The dusty lynx hybrid was stained with blood as a furious and deranged look on his face as he stood over the bodies of several cats, his short tail lashing about. None of the other cats dared get close in fear they too would suffer this cat's wrath. His one yellow eye glistened with a glint of a psychopath. Yes it would not be wise to approach this tom while he was in one of his fits.

Oh yes, that brat would pay.


Scourge had been surprised to learn that these cats were from ThunderClan, his brother's old clan. But even more surprised when he learned the spunky white one was in fact Princess's little boy. He had his patrol take them away and had Bracken's little ones taken to one of the few cats here in his care that knew healing: Quince, a albino that lived over by a greenhouse that didn't like going out in the sun too much. Something about always getting burned by it or whatever. Scourge right now was sitting on the dumpster, tail lashing and very much furious which was a death sentence to any that caught the small tom in his horrible mood.

"Scourge?"came a voice that entered his alleyway.

That voice was Snake's.

Still not in a good mood he sat up and locked his cold gaze onto the cat in question. Whispers from around him were placing bets or muttering about stuff he couldn't be bothered to care about.

"Out with it Snake."he hissed.

Snake looked a tad nervous but stood his ground as he spoke up but remained submissive, "Dragon is now stable and so is the ginger and white kit. Plague's stronghold has been located as well."

Scourge unknowingly felt his shoulders relax at this news. Good, Bracken's little boy would survive the damage that bastard had done. But soon a vicious and malicious grin spread on his maw at learning MetalClan had been found. Yes, oh yes that bastard would rule the day he had decided to mess around with BloodClan. Without delay he jumped down and delight to make a point he ran his reinforced claws down the brick walls, leaves dents in them as he sharpened his claws.

"BloodClan, to me. Tonight MetalClan shall learn true fear!"sneered Scourge.

Like ants storming out of their nest cats started creeping out seemingly from the wood work and out of every shadow, nook, and cranny. Eyes glowing in the moon light as a pale blood red harvest moon shined over head.


The night was cold as it howled and banged against the barn shutters that night. Fireheart could not sleep as he quietly sleeked out from his makeshift nest. The eerie reddish gold glow making the scarred tom's fiery pelt shine copper in the moonlight. He couldn't explain it but he felt compelled to go over to Siren's sleeping form. Gingerly he touched his day old niece and nephew with his nose. Earning some squeaks from the suckling kits as one of them unknowningly took a swipe at him. Making the ginger tom jolt back in surprise. But amusement shined in his green emerald eyes.

Then he was surprise as for some reason his eyesight came back as a voice reached his ears, "Beautiful aren't they? So full of potential."

Fireheart turned around with a start to see a ghostly speckled grey tom with shaggy fur and sky blue eyes. Starshine twinkled in his fur as a cold fire like mist covered his paws. Now Fireheart understood, he was seeing cause only because StarClan was willing it. The strange StarClan tom was using his shaggy tail to soothe a fidgeting kit. For the first time he was seeing Siren and everything around him. The kits were as beautiful as Princess had described them. The she-kit had medium length fur with ginger patches covered in black as half her face was ginger while the other was black as night. The tom looked a lot like Scourge with some splotches of white on his leg, paw, and one side of his face.

"Yes they are beautiful, but who are you?"mewed Fireheart softly.

"My name is of no concern, but these kits will need you in the future. Show them, lead them on a path that'll change the forest."mewed the spirit in amusement.

"What are you talking about?"demanded Fireheart.

"You'll see in time. All in due time Fireheart."the tom mewed before vanishing.

Fireheart panicked as his world once more was swallowed up into the darkest abyss. He wanted to know what the heck that tom was talking about and who he was. But he guessed he wasn't getting even that tonight!


Scourge was leading his clan into battle.

Metalclan had to go if all of Twolegplace was to be his. Along the way they had run into young Cloudpaw and Swiftpaw after much arguing had been allowed to come along. Scourge's only guess his nephew wanted revenge; he knew the look of a cat that wanted to deliver payback. Swiftpaw and Cloudpaw proved they were strong fighters as the chaos raged around him. Some cats had been lost to MetalClan's dirty tactics. He watched on top from a broken, dead monster's snout with a lash of his tail. Eyes of icy daggers looking for the coward that dared to harm one of his generals! His eyes landed on the cat in question.

He sneered and sleeked into the shadows as the pale harvest moon shined bright. "Oh no you don't you're not getting away this time!"he thought. With a snarl he launched himself at the much bigger tom. He gasped as he felt a sudden pain as he let go and jumped away. The brute had got him with something sharp and as the clouds parted he saw in fury the tom had a sharp sort of twoleg thing grasped in his fangs around the slight broken handle as it dripped with blood.

"Coward, only fools fight with dirty tricks like that! Fight like a real cat you bastard, Plague!"snarled Scourge.

Plague sneered as he tossed the object aside. His tongue sleeking out to swipe over blood that stained his fangs and maw. "Yes, little brat let me see you bleed. Yes let me hear you scream as torture you again and again. Let me see the terror as I slaughter your kittens and take your mate."laughed Plague as he went back on the assault.

Scourge's blood ran cold and was just as fast replaced with fury. This tom was MAD, no he was beyond that! Scourge was now seeing red as he went in and manged to get the huge tom off balanced and sliced down hard with no mercy from the tom's throat down to his belly before landing back on the ground while Plague crashed to the ground in a bloody thud in a pile of trash and junk. The MetalClan cats stared at him in fear as they scattered like the vermin they were. Nobody threatened Siren, nobody!

"Scourge! Scourge! Scourge!"chanted and cheered BloodClan in joy as he stood there with a frightening look on his face, blood staining his fur.

Swiftpaw and Cloudpaw looked at each other nervously making a mental note: Don't piss off Scourge.


Weeks Later...

Later on Scourge decided to to grant the small group permission to take Dragon and his brother is they wanted away from here, pointing them in the direction Fireheart had left. Brightpaw was limping badly and her eye was still swollen from the wounds. Dragon was out cold and clearly in pain, worrying his littermate. But Quince had assured them he was stable enough to travel now that it had been a few weeks. Bramblekit and Tawnykit were very much old enough to have started training had they still been in their birth clan. Cloudpaw watch the three kits playing as they crossed the rumblepath. Following the distinct paw prints left in the gravel between the metal and wood. Goldenflower up ahead had set a easy pace for the injured to follow as she carried poor Dragon's injured body.

The white tom looked up at the rising sun, trembling a little a vicious frigid blast of air. Leafbare was more then certianly on the way. But if what Scourge had said was true then his uncle shouldn't be far now. At least he hoped so.

"Where ever you are Fireheart, we'll be with you soon."he whispered.

To Be Continued...