Alright! Here's the fourth chapter! I almost named it 'Unimaginable Gore', so it's gonna be pretty bloody. This is what happens when you bully someone coming down from Scourge's family line!

Enjoy, and I do not own Warriors. If I did, then there'd probably be a fifth series extension. What it'd be about…no clue, but there'd be one.

4

It Started With A Hot Dog…

Dad was devastated when Ivy didn't come back home. He sent out search parties, and after awhile he even looked himself. But it was all in vain. Ivy had hidden herself well, and the rain had washed her scent-trail away.

She was gone.

So now I was the only kit left. Due to the way my siblings 'died' (For some cats were sure she got hit by a Monster or something), I was always under the watchful eye of my family, Bone and Brick, or Snake and Ice. Even when I wanted to be alone, I knew I wasn't. Even when I left to make dirt, I knew somebody was watching from the shadows. That's not a good thought.

But other than the stalkers, I was also learning how to rule BloodClan, since I was next in line. I needed to know how to be a 'good' ruler so that when Dad died (Which wouldn't happen anytime soon, hopefully. Long live the king!) then I would be ready to take his place.

Thus meaning, right after I completed all my fighting lessons, my father immediately switched over to Leadership.

"Other than fighting anything or anyone that threatens your rule, you will also need to lay down the law. I have previously made some rules that must be kept for success. One: the ruling family must be treated with respect. Two: mothers will have to train their own kits and once they grow twelve moons old, then force them to separate. Three: once an area has been marked as Special Territory, no other cat may use it without our permission. Whether it's a food stash, a hunting area, or whatever. Four: nobody shall taunt the runt of any litter. No matter how small, that kit still has feelings. Five: anything or anyone threatening the peace of the clan must be reported and dealt with immediately. Whether it's a dog, a rouge that things they own the world, or one of the members of the clan itself."

"You mean I might have to kill other cats?!" I exclaimed. Killing a dog was fine with me, even though I hadn't done it yet. But killing my own kind?!

"Only if they are threatening your rules or breaking the laws." My father said. I breathed a sigh of relief. "You may send a guard to do it, but you'll earn more respect if you do it yourself. Nobody wants a leader afraid to sharpen his claws on flesh."

"Oh…"

Pretty soon, Dad was taking me to his battles with dogs and rouges. We worked together, but I would always let him have the killing blow. I was too scared to.

Either way, I eventually earned my reinforced claws. Already, my front paws glittered as I moved. Now, I almost had as much respect as my father.

Almost.

There was one cat who insisted on taunting me. He would say things such as how I could never be as good of a leader as my father, or that I'm too soft and might as well leave to become a kittypet 'like my sister'. He would say it behind my back or in my face.

So then I tried telling Dad.

"Dad, there's someone bullying me." I said as I walked into the alley one day.

"So? What's your point?" he responded, looking up from an abandoned bowl of ramen noodles.

"Oh, I'm sorry; I thought you would care. I'll just find Mom or Brick." I growled, turning around to leave the alley. I felt hurt now.

"Wait." My father ordered. I immediately stopped and turned around, since Dad had some major temperamental problems. "It's not that I don't care. But this is a perfect time to prove yourself. The clan won't respect a cat too scared to shed the blood of his enemies. I'm not saying you have to kill him; just give him a couple of wounds to remember you by."

"…okay! Thanks, Dad!"

A few days later, anger got the best of me. Terror, the cat who had been taunting me, wasn't going to eat another hot dog.

Did I say hot dog? Here's how this all got started.

I was looking for some food that a Twoleg may have dropped when I saw the perfect meal. A few half-eaten hot dogs just lying on the empty sidewalk. Surprised that nobody had claimed this delicacy, I rushed towards it. But right when I reached it, someone swiped it up. I glared up at the cats who had taken them.

Of course there was Terror, a black cat with darker stripes and amber eyes. He was the main one messing with me. His posse consisted of two other cats, who are actually pretty decent until he comes by. There's Concrete, a silver tabby with soft blue eyes, and Skye, a timid grayish-blue cat with deep blue eyes. Even his paw pads were blue.

"Hey, you saw that I was going to get that!" I shouted. Terror just rolled his eyes.

"I would've thought you of all cats should know better than that. After all, you are the only son of our ruler. You had siblings, right? Scratch, who got killed by an idiotic dog, and Ivy, who ran away to become a fat, lazy kittypet."

"Why, you…!" I growled.

"Oh, shut your whining! It's a dog-eat-dog world out here, away from Mommy and Daddy's paws. You wanna get food on your own; try running faster next time." Then the black tabby started stuffing his mouth with the food I had found.

"Terror, he saw it first! At least let him have some of it!" Concrete said, glancing at me. I think she might have a crush on me; who knows.

"Y-y-yeah! H-h-his Dad's Sc-Sc-Scourge!" Skye said, eyes darting back and forth between me and Terror.

"Alright, if you say so…" Terror said, eyes glinting. Then he stuffed a paw into his throat.

"What the-?!" I exclaimed, backing away quickly. Concrete jumped into the air, screeched, and hid behind a trash can. Skye ran back there with her.

Before we knew it, an icky puddle covered the sidewalk in front of our paws. I bet you can guess what he did.

"Are you crazy?!"

"You said you wanted some. Eat it." The cat taunted.

"Terror, I didn't mean it that way!" Concrete complained, peeking out from behind the trashcan.

"You're an idiot if you think I'll eat that!You've ruined the hot dogs now!" I complained. Sure enough, the hot dogs were coated in throw up.

"You wanted them so badly; you eat them."

"It's your throw-up! You eat it!"

"Oh, but it's steaming hot now. The son of our ruler deserves it! Right, guys?" Terror brought the attention back to the two cats behind the trashcan, who rapidly shook their heads no. "Right?!" the cats' eyes widened and they said yes. Once again; decent cats under peer pressure.

"You disgust me."

"Shut up, shrimp-fry!" Terror used his paws to try and push my muzzle towards the now horrible-smelling hot dogs.

I was fighting hard to control my anger now. First, he took my food. Then, he made fun of my siblings. After that, he barfed all over the food, thus making it inedible for anyone. Now, he had just called me a shrimp-fry, and was pushing me closer and closer to a steaming puddle of his lunch. Sure, I had inherited more than just my looks from my father. All my siblings had been a bit small. Plus, he was older than me. But still!

"Alright, listen up, Terror, and listen closely." I growled as menacingly as I could, pushing him off of me. "I can put up with you stealing my food. You've broken two rules by insulting my family and I. spewing hot dogs all over the place and trying to make me eat it was pretty disgusting. But nobody, and I mean nobody, calls me a shrimp-fry."

"Whatever, shrimp-fry."

"Stop it!"

"Make me! You haven't even killed a mouse before!" Terror knew he was exaggerating at that point. I'd killed plenty of mice, but he always stole them from me!

"You want force?! I'll make you shut up permanently!" I didn't notice the crowd of cats slowly forming and surrounding us. I just watched Terror as he unsheathed his claws. He had only two dog teeth on just one paw, while mine glittered in the sunset.

We waited for the other to make the first move. I didn't have to wait long, either. Terror came barreling at me, and for a while I froze as…well, terror filled me. Before I could move, he banged into my shoulder, sending me flying into a nearby wall. As soon as I landed, he was on top of me, ready to lunge at my throat.

Good thing I lunged first.

I craned my neck up and bit into his throat as hard as I could. He tried to shake me off, but I held on tight. Soon his movements got slower, and that's when I let go. He wasn't at the death point yet, and I didn't want him to be yet. Oh, no. I wanted him to die very slowly.

So I had to patiently wait until he got back to his old lumbering self. As I sat there with my tail tucked around my paws, I heard the cheering behind me.

"Finish him off!"

"Kill him slowly!"

"Get up already!"

"You can do it!"

"That's my son!"

Wait, what?!

I turned around and saw my father standing somewhere in the first row. I could have sworn his eyes were gleaming with pride. I guess he had been patrolling the territory to make sure everything was alright when he saw the crowd and came over. Now he was encouraging me.

I smiled his way and turned around to face Terror. The dark tabby seemed fully functional, and was giving me the death glare as he realized none of the cheers were for him. But, with the wounds he had, it looked more like a 'zombie glare'.

"Fine; you win." The crowd grew silent and began to disperse as they realized the fight was over and nobody was going to die. "But you'd better watch your back, pip-"

"What do you mean? This fight is far from over." I said, making him freeze. Time seemed to stop. All the cats in the crowd froze and ran over at my proclamation. Even I hesitated.

Was I the only one that noticed the new icy chill my voice had gotten, making me sound almost just like Dad?

"You said it before; it's a dog-eat-dog world. Either you kill, or you get killed. How I didn't see that before…" I rolled my eyes "I'm not sure. But I do know that only one of us is gonna leave this rink alive. Whether it's you or me isn't completely clear. It depends on who has the best fighting skills, and who has the most claws…oh, wait." I held up my glittering paw to show it off.

"That would be me."

I ran at him, and knocked him to his side with a swipe to his shoulder. He looked at me with horror as I towered over him for once. His eyes were filled with terror. Ironic, isn't it?

Then came the screams of agony as I selected a two-clawed toe to slowly tear him open from the throat to the tip of his tail. His eyes screwed shut in pain as he begged me to just kill him already so he'd die quickly. But I just sat there and watched the black tabby writhe and twitch, breathing hard and ragged breaths, showing no mercy. The puddle of steamy hot blood pooled around my paws…and the hot dogs we had fought over just minutes ago.

"Oh, wont you look at that. You've ruined the hot dogs…again!" I said right before his eyes glazed over and the twitching in his tail stopped. There was a white, bubbling foam at his mouth, already turning a light shade of red like my front paws.

A feeling of wild adrenaline coursed through me. I finally understood why Dad killed. The roars of the crowd made me understand why he watched the unimaginable gore with pleasure glinting in his eyes and a purr tearing at his throat. Usually, he licked the blood of those he killed. So I decided to keep the tradition going.

As I licked a crimson paw, I suddenly froze.

Unimaginable gore.

Crazed adrenaline.

The roar of the crowd slowly falling silent in confusion.

The look of true horror on my friends' faces as they stared at Terror's body.

The body.

Everything was starting to blur. My head began to spin. I remember hearing a blood-curdling scream before everything went black and I fell to the floor.

All of that over some hot dogs. Cats nowadays…!

I tried mixing in some humor here! I hope you mind-laughed at the very least!

This is the first gory scene I've ever written that I can think of, so it might not be the best you've ever read…but I'm 12 years old, what do you expect?

I still don't own Warriors, but I own Claw, Terror, Fang (Claw's mother), Concrete, and Skye.

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