Sorry. I haven't been updating any of my stories. I'm jsut very busy doing summer things so I'm not online very often. Well, I decided to write another chapter for this story. Here it is. I was tired while writing it and it may not be 100 accurate because I don't have any of my books with me to guide me. So here you go.

Faithless

"My leg… it hurts." The young black cat whined. He looked at his bleeding leg and cried out for his mother.

A furless paw reached out and grabbed the young cat by his neck. "Why is this… this Furless doing this to me?" The Furless threw the young cat out the window. Fortunately the ground wasn't that far down. The young cat hit the hard, solid ground and laid there for a long time.

"I didn't mean to hurt the young Furless kit, it just came after me. I didn't know what to do, I just wanted to protect myself. Why? Why did it have to punish me so harshly." The young cat wondered. He slowly got up on his aching limbs and walked off. His collar still remained around his neck. That was a sign of pain and betrayal. After being treated the way he was he can trust no one. Not even a fellow cat.

On his first days alone, the cat with no name explored the streets. He knew where everything was after a few days. He knew where to get food, where to drink and what to avoid. He learned how to live alone and survive on his own. He needed no one.

But one day, while he was on the hunt for rats he heard a squeal from the alley. The dark cat trotted over towards the source of the sound and saw three larger cats picking on a smaller cat. Usually he would just ignore them and walk off but this reminded him of what happened to him. The Furless picked on him them left him to die. He felt bad for the young cat.

The black cat lunged forward and attacked the other cats with his claws. He pinned one cat down to the ground.

"Please don't hurt me! I'll never pick on another cat ever again. Please let me go." The large tom begged. The young tom stared at the scared tom with cold, harsh eyes. All he saw was pain and fury. Without another word he killed the cat. The two other cats took off running. The black cat watched at they ran off. He turned back to the cat he killed and pulled out one of his fangs and stuck in through his collar as a badge of honor.

"Thank you for saving me." A small mew came from behind him. The black tom turned around.

"No need for a thank you. I just pitied you. You're too weak to survive out here." He meowed. He began to walk off.

"Can you teach me how to survive?" the young tom asked.

"What is your name?" The black tom asked.

"Bone." He mewed.

"Well, Bone. I guess I can teach you how to survive. If you promise to obey me and do what you are told without any complaints." He meowed.

Bone nodded. And the two cats walked off into the alley leaving the body of the larger tom to rot.

As moons past, the nameless tom and Bone traveled the streets collecting helpless cats and trained them how to be cold-blooded killers. Some enjoyed the teachings of the nameless cat other feared him but obeyed every word of his. The nameless cat killed many cats and even dogs. With his merciless personality, the nameless cat finally found a fitting name for himself.

"Scourge! Scourge!" his followers chanted.

As days went by, Scourge became one of the toughest cats on the city streets. No cat dared to argue with him. But there were a few brave ones who had left. But he didn't care, he was proud to lead such a large group of cats who obeyed his every order.

One day a cat named Tigerstar came over to meet Scourge. He was from a clan, which amused Scourge.

"So, are you saying that there are four clans?" Sourge meowed.

"Yes, and if you join me we can rule over the four clans together." The large tom responded.

"I join no one! BloodClan shall rule over the forest. You, Tigerstar…" he pause to think for a moment. "You can be my second in command if everything goes well. And if you don't agree… well…" Scourge lifted his chin to show off his collar filled with cat and dog fangs hanging from it.

Tigerstar backed a way a little and bowed his head. "That's fine. You can be frist in command."

Scourge came to the forest. First he killed Tigerstar and was feeling rather generous and let the clans think about following orders from him. He gave them three days. If they agreed there would be no fight. But if they didn't then there'd be a fight until the clan cats gave up. Scourge had no problem with either but he preferred the second option.

On the dawn of the third day the clan cats finally gave there answer.

They were going to fight.

"They have not chance of winning! We are the BloodClan cats! Attack!" Scourge ordered.

The cats of BloodClan lunged forward attacking the clan cats. Scourge could hear the cries of dying cats.

"Music to my ears." He said to himself. Suddenly a ThunderClan cat barreled into him. Scourge looked at the cat and hissed.

The young white tom raised his tail. "You disgust me!" he bit onto his neck. Scourge threw him off and just as he was about to attack him again another cat attacked him. This was the one who was called Firestar.

"You're no match for me." Scourge mumbled. He dug his claws into the orange tom's chest and raked them down. Firestar managed to get a hold of Scourge's neck but the fangs around his collar scratched up his face forcing him to let go.

"This is my chance. Get ready to die!" Scourge lunged forward and made the killing blow. Firestar dropped to the ground. He was dead.

Scourge chuckled out a meow and trotted off happily. "Firestar is dead!" he announced. Suddenly there was a short pause. Then the clan cats kept on fighting. One BloodClan cat ran up to Scourge.

"Didn't we kill the leader of LionClan? Shouldn't they be surrendering?" He asked.

"Fight a little longer." Scourge ordered.

"Yes sir." The cat meowed. Then he took off and attacked another clan cat.

Victory is mi- suddenly his trail of thought was interrupted by a set of claws digging into his back. He turned and saw Firestar.

"I killed you!" he gasped. "You're dead!"

Firestar attacked Scourge right away. But Scourge was too stunned to fight back at first. As he tried to get a hold of the ginger ton's throat he didn't have a chance because Fireheart bit hard and killed him.

How…How could he have one? I killed him… I killed him! Everyone saw me kill him. And yet he came back from the dead and killed me. This doesn't make sense.

"He didn't die because he believe in StarClan. He is a cat who deserves nine lives." A mysterious voice meowed.

"What? Who are you?" Scourge asked.

"I am Bluestar. Me and the cats of StarClan have been watching closely at the clan cats. They've fought and well and won. You lost Scourge." She mewed.

Scourge eyes widened. "Why don't I get nine lives! I was a great leader! I should live again."

"You were far from being a great leader. Cats follow your orders because they fear you. But the clan cats follow Firestar's orders because they trust him and respect him. Firestar trusts and respects the other clan cats too. That's what make him a great leader and one who deserves nine lives." She explained.

"But…" Scourge tried to find something to say but he couldn't. It was all true. The cats of BloodClan only followed Scourge because they feared him.

"I must go, Scourge." Buestar meowed. "I have nothing more to say."

"Wait! Can't I have nine lives? Don't leave me! I'm not done with you! Wait!" he cried out but she didn't listen.

"Why! Why?" He yelled out. He yelled out as loud as he could but he heard no answers.

I would've been a great leader! I could've been the leader of the city and the forest. I would've been unstoppable. But I only have one life… I need more… why do I only have one?

...Why?

I am not really satisfied with this chapter. I think I could've done better but I'm just too tired. Maybe, when I'm not so tired I will re-write this chapter. But for now I'm leaving it like this. Reviews are very much appreciated. They inspire me and make me update faster :) Thank you for reading.