Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors. Erin Hunter does.
Desire
Days went by fast, so fast that Scourge lost track. But Scourge didn't mind too much, he ended up teaching Blaze how the hunt, fight and the laws of BloodClan. Blaze was a quick learner, Scourge would give him that. And even though he had said he would beat the strongest BloodClan cat, he hadn't. Scourge would make a soft laughing sound whenever he heard Blaze said that.
"Don't be stupid," Scourge scoffed one day when he was practicing with Blaze. "If you're underneath another cat, you don't lay there and keep wriggling. You roll." Blaze nodded from underneath Scourge and attempted to roll out from Scourge's paws. But Scourge was heavier than him so it didn't work and Blaze lay defeated.
"You're dead, you've been dead for a long time," Scourge informed the kit lazily. "Nice try kit." Blaze got up and shook his white pelt.
"Can we try again?"
Scourge shook his head. "No, I'm tired." Faking a stretch and yawn, Scourge padded back to the Twoleg nest.
He wasn't sure when he had considered his home the Twoleg nest but somehow he had gotten used to it. The Twolegs left him alone and always left a bowl of stale water and food out every night so he never starved. It wasn't all bad. But even with the Twoleg place being a home, he knew he would go back to BloodClan the first chance he got.
"Please?" Blaze begged. "I'll try the roll thing again, please."
Scourge whipped around to face the small kit. "No," He hissed through clenched teeth.
"Plea—"
"No," Scourge snapped. "Lesson number one, you obey every command from the warriors, especially the leader." That shut Blaze up. He snapped his mouth shut furiously, holding back the retort he had and sat down to sulk, not saying anything else. Scourge, pleased that his message got across to the kit, padded back into the nest and found his usual place behind the couch in a corner. From where he was, he could hear the distant grunt's of Blaze's attempts to try and get the fight moves correct.
Scourge, come back.
If Scourge hadn't been completely been zoning out, he would've never heard the voice. It was faint and Scourge had to strain his ears. The voice sounded a long ways away. He heard it again a few times later on, but other than that, the voice was a getting fuzzier and fuzzier, fainter and fainter, until he couldn't even tell. But the voice was familiar, very familiar.
He let out a shriek and unsheathed his claws. The Twoleg was reaching towards him, eyes glowing viciously and paws swiping. Scourge jumped back and felt himself hit the wall. The Twoleg laughed slightly and then began trying to grab him again. Scourge tried to get away but he was trapped and the Twoleg received the victory. He attempted to claw the Twoleg as he was picked up and began touching his collar and to his horror, his collar was pulled off. Scourge let out a furious shriek and tried to scratch and claw the Twoleg, but the pink-flat-faced creature was holding Scourge in a way that prevented him from doing any damage to it.
His collar was gone! His collar was gone! Just like that, the Twoleg walked away with his collar, dropping it into a bin, shaking his head. Scourge took his claws and raked them down the fabric of the chair and let out a yowl of frustration. His collar was gone! It was the thing that signified him as BloodClan leader! Did that mean he wasn't the leader? Did that mean Bone had taken his spot? He needed that collar and the Twoleg had just taken it off! Scourge snarled and began ripping the chair up.
"It's gone!" Scourge spat furiously. "I'm leav—"
Of course! Lilac was trying to get scourge to come back to BloodClan. Had it been a month already? He began to bristle. Everything that happened today… the voices, the collar, they were telling him he had to get back to BloodClan.
"You're leaving?"
Scourge whipped around to face the white kit.
"Yes," He meowed softly. He didn't miss the disappointment and the hurt that flashed across Blaze's face. Scourge wouldn't admit it out loud but he had come to like the small kit. He was like a little littermate he never had. It was the kind of affection that he had for Ice and Snake, or what he had for Bone—maybe. "But maybe…" He hesitated, he wasn't very good at being compassionate, it ruined his image. And he needed that image to be tough, fearless and vicious; he needed his cats to fear him. "But maybe… maybe you could come to BloodClan and become an apprentice." Scourge muttered after a while. The excitement in Blaze's eyes was evident. They glowed and sparkled with happiness and his paws began to do a little jog.
"Yippee!" He squealed. Scourge swatted at him and knocked the kit off of his paws. "Stop it! If you're coming with me, we leave tonight and you follow every order I make, understood?"
"Yes!" Blaze meowed, regaining control of himself, his eyes serious
"Alright, get some sleep, we leave soon."