937 words in this chappie, so don't tell me it's short. I know I brought Scourge back from the dead, but it gets explained.
"Help me!" A distant cry rang in Riverfur's ears as the silver she-cat fought off a rusty Bloodclan warrior. Bone bashed his head into her, and she tumbled backwards. Leaping to her feet, Riverfur winced as a pain in her side caused her to lurch sideways. Finally a small and lithe tom darted at her. Riverfur shut her eyes. This is the end, she though. Suddenly she felt an unbearable pain. Blood bubbled in her throat. She heard a cat call out, "Take this one with you, Bone. Keep her separate from the others," The pain subsides. Her vision was clouded by red, and he could barely breathe. She blacked out. Awhile later she regained consciousness. Sitting beside her was a fluffy white she-cat, who bent down and mewed, "Don't move. You are safe with Bloodclan. We will heal you and take care of your needs. It seems Scourge has taken an interest to you. My name is Snowfire, by the way, I'm the Clan Healer. Medicine cat, as you clan cats would say," Snowfire gave an amused purr, but Riverfur had blacked out again. Thoughts floated through her. Scourge? He was the leader, right? Scourgestar. That would be nice. All these cats needed warrior names. Maybe she could help with that. Snowfire. Why was the Bloodclan cat helping her? Something was wrong. Scourge. That was her last thought as she fell into a deep sleep.
"Is she alright?" That was the first thing Riverfur heard when she woke up. She woke up to see Scourge pacing around, whiskers twitching. "I'm fine," She said for herself, and Scourge and Snowfire turned to look at her, "You're awake!" Scourge purred happily. Riverfur was confused. What did he care? "Y'know, I was thinking," She began. Scourge stopped his pathetic purring and turned to her, "Thinking about what?" Riverfur cleared her throat, "Names. You know, like proper clan names. Scourgestar, Boneclaw, and others," Riverfur said in a ready tone, but she certainly wasn't ready for his answer, "For you, I would do anything," It was after that she fell asleep again.
Riverfur woke up next to Scourge. He smiled gently, "I am now Scourgestar. Bone is Bonefoot, Smoke is Smokefur, Fang is Darkfang. Almost every cat in Bloodclan has been changed in their names," Riverfur was contented, but confused, "Why do you do this for me?" Scourgestar gave a look of mock surprise, "I though you knew, Riverfur. I have an itch that can only be quieted by…" Riverfur groaned, "Let me guess. By having me bear your kits," Scourgestar let out a mrrow of laughter, "Close enough, Riverfur. It can only be quieted by being near you. I came to steal you and your friends, but I've had my heart stolen instead," Something clicked in Riverfur's brain, "My friends! Where are they?"
Scourgestar pressed his flank against hers, "They have been liberated and have been sent back to their clans. You are the only one I need,"
Riverfur woke the next morning to see that Scourgestar was not beside her. Then something clicked in her mind. The battle in Fourtrees that the elders used to talk about. The battle of Lionclan and Bloodclan. Firestar had killed Scourgestar, and he had died. So why was she talking to him? Was she dead? It must be a dream, she thought. I'm back with Cloudfeather. No, I'm sleeping in my den at Thunderclan. Yes, that's it. I'm sleeping in Thunderclan, beside my friends. That warm flank next to me is Brownpaw, and the breath on my neck is his warm, gentle breathing. I'm not Riverfur. I'm Riverpaw. Wait a minute. Warm flank? Breath on my neck? Her eyes jolted open to see Scourgestar pressed against her, sleeping. The more she looked at him, she saw someone else. A kind and caring cat. A lithe, strong and noble black cat. A dead black cat, though? Was it real? She knew for sure it wasn't Brownpaw. Brownpaw might even have his warrior name by now! That gave Riverfur something to think about while she waited for Scourgestar to wake up. Brownfur? Brownclaw, maybe? Brownleaf. No, not Brownleaf. Brownheart? Yes, that was it. Brownheart. A flare of jealousy came up inside her as she picture Brownheart sleeping beside Moonpaw. Mooncloud, she decided, giving her a warrior name as well. His warm flank on hers, Brownheart's warm breath on Mooncloud's neck…
"What's his name?" Scourgestar was awake beside her. Riverfur looked up, surprised, "Who's name?" Scourgestar tutted impatiently, "Your kithood sweetheart," Kithood sweetheart? That was a way to put it, Riverfur reflected, "Brownheart…I mean, Brownpaw, err… Brown something, at least," Scourgestar sighed, "I had one to. Some cat killed her. Her name was Flame. She was beautiful. But not as beautiful as you, Riverfur," Riverfur took the chance to ask the question she had been thinking of the night before.
"Are you, dead, Scourgestar? Firestar killed you,"
Scourge gave a purr of amusement, "He killed me, but I was sent to Starclan. They looked at me, and said, 'Scourge, we know you are a good cat at heart. We offer you a chance to redeem yourself. Lead Bloodclan again, with nine lived, but only if you can find a she-cat to make your life worthwhile,' That she-cat is you, Riverfur. Will you be with me?" Riverfur was stunned. Starclan had blessed this cat. But then she felt a tender feeling tugging inside of her, a warm feeling that she felt when Scourgestar was near. She opened hr mouth and inhaled his scent, now sweet. She purred, "Scourgestar, I would love to be with you,"
So Scourgestar had his itch scratched.