Yeah, I've been struggling with this story, but I really don't know if I can kill it yet. It is very very fun!
Anyway, I added a nice spin to this chapter so I'm sure you will enjoy it. Bone owns Warriors.
The battle was about to start. Bone watched as the enemy forces gathered before him. His cats stood in a vicious line that stretched out in either direction from him, facing the forest cats. He summoned all of his battle training to him, feeling his dog tooth claws sinking into the soft moist land that would soon belong to him.
Beside him were the two best fighters in the Clan, Lost and Titus. Their eyes shone with their thirst for battle and their reinforced claws clenched as they imagined sinking them deep into enemy flesh. How could any cat deny the might of BloodClan?
Across the clearing, a ginger tom rallied his cats, words spoken in vain for there was no way they could be victorious today. Bone would sweep through the forest like a disease, infecting every cat and tree until everything belonged to him. What could that cat, Firestar possibly do to stop him?
With a shriek, the forest cats attacked, as one, streaming after the ginger tom and crashing into the wall of BloodClan cats. Bone narrowed his eyes as fighting broke out all around him. His cats were many, but to his surprise, many of them fled after just a few scratches. How dare they insult BloodClan with their weakness!
Bone let out a roar of fury, charging forward, his gaze falling on an older white tom who was locked in battle with one his the guards. He raced forward and plucked the tom off the ground, sinking his teeth deep into the forest cat's neck.
The white cat yowled in pain and fury and raked his claws across Bone's shoulder, but With a crack, he twisted the cat's head backwards. With a snort of contempt, he tossed the limp body onto the ground. That was how one dealt with a forest savage!
More and more BloodClan cats surged forward, overwhelming the forest cats and pushing them back a few pawsteps. The battle would soon be over and the forest would soon belong to BloodClan.
He searched around for the ginger cat, Firestar, but to his frustration, the filth was nowhere to be found. Instead, their was a series of yowls behind him. He turned around to face a paw-full of smaller forest cats leaping towards him, their eyes glittering with anger. He remembered this moment. He was about to fall at their claws. He braced himself for a painful fight as the swarm of half-sized cats pelted towards him.
Suddenly, there was a flash of black and he recognized the small frame of his Clan leader. The dark little cat's icy blue eyes shone with malice. He leapt at the forest cats, his reinforced claws glittering with blood and tore through them with a ferocity Bone always admired.
"You can join in at any time," his leader hissed at him, rolling with a gray tom clenched in his claws. The other cats had him surrounded.
Bone grunted and threw himself at the brown tabby tom. Though the forest cat was still young, he was bigger than the others. Bone swatted him away with a paw, turning towards the other smaller cats. He and Scourge quickly had the rats fleeing between them.
"Dreaming about old battles, I see," Scourge mewed smoothly, his voice deceptively steady for a cat who had just gotten out of battle. He looked up into Bone's eyes, hie gaze shining like icy pools of darkness. "Come, there is something far more important than battles that must be done."
Bone eyed the tiny cat in confusion. Surely nothing was more important than battles and making BloodClan strong enough to wipe out the forest Clans once and for all. But he wouldn't question his old leader.
Scourge lead him back to the housefolks place, far away from the raging battle. The shrieks and yowls were drowned out by the rumbling monsters. Scourge turned to him.
"There is little trick the forest cats pulled during that fight," the little cat snarled, his mew filed with hatred. "An unfair trick that I could not have prepared for."
Bone didn't dare interrupt his leader, so he remained silent and sat at attention. Was this all real? Was this the real Scourge talking with him, or just a dream. It felt real!
"Stoop down, Bone. You are so huge!"
Bone did as he was told and lowered his head, still not sure what this black cat had in mind for him.
Scourge reached up, placing his forepaws on the bigger cat's chest, and touched noses with him.
Instantly, Bone felt like he had been impaled on a searing hot spike as the agony spread through his entire body causing him to shriek in anguish. How could this be a dream? It hurt too much to be fake. What did Scourge do to him? He keeled over, fire coursing through his veins.
"I think that means it must have worked," snickered the small black cat, eyeing his writhing deputy with amusement. "You will come to thank me in time, Bone. Go now! wreak havoc upon your enemies with my fury!"
As the pain slowly ebbed to a dull ache, Bone scrambled to his paws. Scourge had disappeared; he couldn't even scent him. Had he even been there at all? He limped back into the forest, following the sound of the fighting, but with every step, he felt power flood his muscles. Surprised, he picked up speed, faster and faster until he was blazing through the trees like a hawk. What had Scourge done to him?
The battle roared ahead of him, and he joined with a roar. With a mighty swat of his paws he sent cats flying this way and that, carving a path through the forest cats as if they were mice. He felt stronger, faster, and more deadly than he had ever felt in his entire life. Whatever Scourge had done for him, he liked it.
"Bone, I hate to wake you, but something terrible has happened."
Snarling, he leapt to his paws and his eyes flew open. It had just been a dream. He was back in his nest. Before him stood the tortoiseshell figure of Lost, her one amber eye filled with concern.
"You aren't going to like this," she mewed hesitantly, her discomfort highly unusual for her. She shuffled her paws. "but Snipe is dead."