Yay! Thanks everyone for the reviews! So here's chapter 2 of Scourge's Story!
Scourge knew the Twolegs would be back soon…. his own, and the neighbors. They would see the dog…and notice he had gone missing. They would think he had killed the flea-bitten animal…and escaped. No, not his Twolegs. After all, he was small in size…yet so very strong and quick….
Scourge leapt the fence, taking his first step into the "real world." As he strolled down the path towards town, his muscles flexed under the messy black fur. His collar was studded with the sharp Chihuahua teeth to show the dog's defeat.
Scourge saw a huge monster go by on the path. He flattened himself to the ground and remembered as the smallest kit when he had first seen a monster swallow a Twoleg and bear it away. If one of those monsters held his Twolegs and they saw him…no! He had to get off the road!
Scourge entered through some bushes where there were more Twolegs yards. He had no idea where he was now. Just head toward the town… He thought. Where all of those Twoleg lights are…
The town began to grow larger as he came closer. At one point, a little Twoleg kit was playing outside their nest. It had shrieked with joy at the sight of Scourge and made a grab for him. He drew back, fluffing out his fur, appearing twice his size. He hissed and raked his claws down the kit's "arm" if that's what you'd call the long, furless thing. It shedded water from it's eyes as the arm ran red with blood.
This gave Scourge great pleasure.
As he continued on, Twoleg nests became more bunched together and garbage littered the streets. Scourge started wondering why he had wanted to come in the first place.
In the town, people were walking all over the streets and there were many monsters. Scourge decided to stick to the back alleyways. But there was someone else lurking in the shadows over there.
"What're you doin' out this late, shrimp?" A huge, light brown tom with specks of dark brown and gray on him stepped out from where he was hiding.
Scourge showed no signs of fear. He just narrowed his amber eyes until they were mere slits. He was going to be smart with this idiot cat. "Actually…it's still light out."
The cat growled. "Oh-who cares! You should be back at home with your precious Twolegs!"
At this, Scourge bristled and bared his teeth. The other cat unsheathed his claws, pawing the ground anxiously. "Hehehe." He purred wickedly. "I'd fight you, but you're just too small! I'm afraid I might kill you! Ha! Not that I care…."
Scourge crouched low to the ground preparing to spring. "Well!" He spat at the tom. "Let's see how strong I really am!" He leapt at his enemy.
The tomcat wasn't expecting to be bowled over by this scrawny thing. Scourge pinned him to the ground and raised his one white paw, striking him across the face. He yowled and pushed Scourge off of him. Scourge avoided heavy, aimless blows from the big cat. Then he got an idea.
"Guess you're not so big after all!" He teased.
The other cat was furious. He let out a screech and sprang into the air. As soon as the cat was off the ground, Scourge bolted under him and brought up his claws, scouring the cat's belly.
The tomcat collapsed. "You…fought well...for a…kitty…pet…." Then he died.
Scourge licked a paw in satisfaction. Then he eyes the sharp teeth on the cat's gaping mouth. Maybe he could reinforce his claws with cat and dog's teeth too. He tried to pull some teeth out, putting some in his collar, and reinforcing his claws.
Dog's teeth would be better for claws… He thought, examining his white paw. Then another cat stepped out from the shadows, followed by a few more.
He glanced around warily at the approaching cats. Were they mad at him? A big white cat with streaks of mud and who knows what else called out "You fight pretty well! What's your name?" Scourge looked him straight in the eye.
"Scourge." He said coldly.
This was the first time he ever told anyone the name he had made up for himself as a kit.
