Yes!

Scourge picked up the dead mouse in his teeth and twirled his tail triumphantly. The Clan will have to except me now! he thought, placing the fresh-kill under a bush to hide it. So far there were two scrawny squirrels and a chaffinch that was especially slow in taking off for its flight. With satisfaction the warrior placed the mouse by the squirrels and parted his jaws to taste the air. There was tons of prey today, if you could trace it under the Twoleg stench; it was an exceptionally good time to catch some food, better than most days.

Suddenly there was the scent of another squirrel. Scourge raced along its track, then suddenly realized that there was a cat scent following the same prey. With a jolt the black cat realized that it was Leech. Narrowing his eyes, Scourge put on an extra burst of speed. Let's see how Leech likes having his prey stolen!

The scent rounded a corner into a dark street. Scourge slowed down and crept forward stealthily. There! A plump squirrel – larger than most in Twolegplace – nibbled on a seed as it was unwarily being stalked. Slowly Scourge crept towards it. Almost there. And…pounce!

With a yowl, a heavy object fell onto him. The squirrel squealed and dropped the seed, racing off. Scourge barely had wriggled out from under the thing when claws scored down his side.

"Not so brave now to get your prey now, huh?" a voice snarled in his ear.

"Leech!" Scourge spat, as he turned to face the light brown cat. Behind Leech was another, pale gray-furred, warrior. Scourge had seen him with Leech once before; the cat was named Dust.

"That's right!" hissed Leech. "I've come to fulfill my promise." He leapt at Scourge and the two spitting warriors tumbled across the ground as a hissing ball of fur and claws. Dust snarled and waited for an opening.

"What's that?" growled Scourge as he slashed Leech across his back.

The brown cat bit down on Scourge's tail. "To kill you!" He rolled away from the black warrior, then stood. "Now!"

Leech launched himself at Scourge, but the black cat was ready. He swung to the side as he had when play fighting with Storm, and Leech slammed into the ground by him. The brown warrior rolled away from Scourge's paw as it swiped at him, leaping back onto his feet. The cat spat and tried to knock out Scourge paws from underneath him with a quick swipe. Scourge backed away and Leech stepped towards him, followed by Dust. Suddenly the two cats jumped at him, and they went rolling in a screeching ball of claws and fur across the alley. Scourge pushed at Leech and the brown tom was thrown off balance, hitting Dust. Scourge took advantage of his opponent's confusion and scored his claws down Leech's side.

The slash went all the way down to Leech's tail. Blood welled out from the gash, and the brown warrior stumbled, then fell to the ground. Scourge watched as the cat writhed in agony, and realized that he only felt mad joy, not horror. He turned and saw Dust picking himself up off of the ground, hissing and spitting. The warrior leapt at Scourge but the small black cat crouched, and reared up as Dust was over him, battering the bigger cat's belly with his hind paw. Dust yowled and tumbled onto the alley floor, chunks of his fur on the ground.

Scourge clawed at Dust's throat, but the warrior turned and ran out of the alley before the black cat could harm him, cursing the small tom. Scourge snarled in triumph and looked at Leech again, and the fierce joy suddenly faded from his mind. There Leech was, his greatest enemy, lying stiffly on the alley floor. The brown cat's green eyes were open, but the furious fire inside them was going out as scarlet liquid drenched the ground. The cut had ripped Leech from head to tail, and the bleeding wouldn't, couldn't stop. Leech met Scourge's icy gaze one last time.

"I hope Mint is right," he gasped. "And there is a StarClan." And the furry body went limp.

"Scourge?"

Scourge tensed. It was Razor, probably coming to rip his fur off for insulting him. The black cat heard the golden-brown warrior come up the street and turn into the alley but he couldn't turn away from Leech's body. Then he heard a startled hiss and an intake of breath.

Razor had seen Leech, still and cold on the ground. Suddenly a wave of nausea gripped Scourge. And he fully realized what he had done.

Leech was dead.