Couldn't help it, really. Even though no one is reviewing yet, I'm still having fun writing this. So...well, if you're a silent reader, thanks for reading. I wouldn't mind someone speaking up though. :3
Scourge awoke to the sound of distant hissing. The coldness of the ground below him made him shiver. The air was crisp, but dead. No wind came to disturb anything, or anyone for that matter. As soon as the jet black tom came to rise up to look around wearily, he could have sworn invisible eyes were burning into his pelt.
"Who's there?" He whispered, his voice dangerously low.
The angry hissing in the distance continued, and it took Scourge a moment to take in the fact that there must have been a fight going on. An outraged yowl sounded off a little closer, and Scourge immediately felt a paw slap over his muzzle and throw him to the ground with a thud.
Out of the corner of his icy-blue eye, he could see a marmalade coat.
"Ellis?" He tried angrily, his claws sliding out.
"Ugh," A female's voice groaned. "don't call me that, please."
"Who are you?" Scourge growled, just noticing a gleaming black object somewhere within the shadows of the alley. If this she-cat replied, he hadn't heard.
"Sammy! Sammy! I popped 'em right in the 'ead!"
Scourge lifted his head to glare at Ellis. The marmalade tom stood at the entrance of the alley with his mouth gaped open in awe.
"Samantha, you caught yourself a Scourge cat!" He exclaimed happily.
Scourge rolled his eyes. "Let me up." He snapped irritably.
"Who are you, kid?" Samantha demanded suspiciously.
Scourge forcefully broke from her grip and leapt to his paws swiftly, turning on her with a threatening hiss that made her jump back in surprise. "I'm older than you," He growled, lifting his unusually large claws to put them dangerously close to her throat. "don't get cocky with me."
"Ey, don' touch my sister." Ellis came strolling over.
"Your sister?" Scourge repeated, obviously unimpressed.
Samantha bristled. "That's right!" She smirked triumphantly. "And if you're older, you'll die before me!"
Scourge caught onto her accent; the same as Ellis's. No doubt they were related. How could he have not noticed earlier? With a contemptuous sniff, he lowered his claws from her thin neck to continue glaring (minus the terrible threat).
"Who, may I ask, did you pop in the head?" He asked, his ears pinned against his skull.
"That darn 'uman!" Ellis replied. "Grabbed me up and carried me off."
"You fought them 'umans off feircely." Samantha said with a smile.
"'uman?" Scourge muttered with difficulty, giving a confused tilt of his head.
"Them creatures that walk on two legs." Samantha told him slowly, with a tone that suggested she was talking to a kitten.
Scourge felt his hackles raising again, and he fixed her with a glare that could kill whatever kitten she was addressing. "Why'd he grab you?" He asked Ellis after a moment.
"Dunno," Ellis shrugged. "probably for some bad reason, what with them..well, them."
"What else can you say about 'umans?" Samantha let out a quiet hiss.
"Where I come from, we call them twolegs." Scourge muttered for a reason he didn't fully understand. Why was he sharing with these two anyway?
He could tell Samantha was trying not to laugh at this though.
It's not funny, is it? Scourge thought in confusion, rather than anger.
"I come from a long line of successful cats," He growled briskly, trotting over to the box in which he was previously lying in to sit down. "I was once the leader of a Clan."
"Clan?" Ellis questioned. "Isn't that for them forest cats?"
"There were city Clans too." Scourge informed him.
"Oh," The marmalade tom blinked.
"I was the most feared of leaders," The jet black tom went on. "Every cat in the city came to ask of my help and guidance." He began pacing, his head low. He scanned the gray surface of the earth, as if waiting for crimson colors to splash out. Scourge remembered the first time he had helped a few weak cats in need. A group of much stronger cats (those in which Scourge would now come to respect) had a stash of food that they weren't caring to share with the others. They were getting ready to harm a young cat when Scourge busted in to command they put the poor scrap down.
But...of course...
They laughed at him. They all laughed...
Scourge's hackles rose. They can't laugh when their entrails are splattered across the pavement.
He had been hailed a hero that day by the rest of the cats who finally got a decent meal, but the brutal killing of those cats' leader was what kept Scourge going for the rest of that day. He had nearly sliced that cat's head off. He would have...he would have made him suffer.
Something in Scourge snapped that day though. He never mentioned this new feeling to the other cats. He never found someone who would listen, but when he did, they just didn't seem like the right cat to talk about it with. Bone was never the best friend, just a bodyguard if anything.
Not that I ever really needed one.
"Oh, impressive." Ellis commented absently, breaking Scourge from his thoughts.
"Yes." Samantha agreed hesitantly, eyeing Scourge suspiciously still.
Scourge shook his head, clearing it once more. "How, and why, if you know why, did you get tangled up with that twoleg?"
"The 'uman?" Ellis questioned. "Not sure why. 'ow though? Eh...just bumped into 'em. Grabbed me by the scruff. 'E acted as though 'e was done with me."
"Has this been happening often?" Scourge asked quietly.
"For a while, it has." Samantha replied.
Scourge made his way over to the box in which he was laying down in before and sat down in it, cringing as both Ellis and Samantha followed.
"Some say she has been controlling them 'umans to do 'er dirty work." Ellis whispered.
"Ugh," Samantha rolled her eyes. "'e means Sally Bones. And that is complete nonsense!"
Ellis flinched. "Don' say 'er name!"
"Who is this Sally Bones?" Scourge asked, finding this timing perfect to ask.
"She's leader of the other gang in this 'ere city." Ellis replied nervously. "Feared by all, too. Ginger sometimes even flinches when 'er name is mentioned."
Scourge snorted. "I've dealed with many 'Sally Bones''s in my time then."
"Oh, no!" Ellis gasped. "You've never met anyone like 'er!"
"Sure I have." Scourge flicked his tail. "I killed those who were positively finished," He smirked. "and left the ones with potential alive."
"Hmph," Samantha glared at him. "you're just sayin' that."
Scourge held back a snappy retort, turning away from her quickly to keep his blood from boiling. "This Sally Bones cat sounds interesting."
"Don' say that," Ellis shook his head miserably, gazing down at his paws. "I never want to see 'er again."
"Why not?" Scourge didn't seem to notice the tom's meaning right away. "I think she sounds great," He smirked. "a classic riot." With a flick of his tail, he added quietly, "Just my kind of cat."
"So, what?" Samantha asked bluntly. "You want to meet 'er or somethin'?"
"Actually," Scourge stared at the marmalade she-cat hard. "I do."
"Oh..." Ellis moaned. "...I 'oped you wouldn' say that."
"What can you possibly wanna say teh 'er?" Samantha asked in a state of shock.
"I don't know." Scourge shrugged. "Perhaps see the way she runs things is all."
"Why'd yeh 'ave teh bring it up, Samantha?" Ellis demanded in a whiny tone.
"Ooh, full names." Samantha faked a shudder.
Scourge stifled a rough purr of amusement. He wouldn't admit it aloud, but this she-cat was growing on him...only a little, of course.
"You really wanna go back to 'er territory?" Ellis checked in a dramatic tone. "After what they did teh Mom?"
Samantha's mood seemed to change immediately after these words were spoken. Her tail drooped, as did her ears. She tried at her hardest to keep her fur lying flat, but she failed numerous times. Scourge tilted his head to one side, curiously, to his annoyance.
"...What did they do to your mother?" He asked quietly, though he tried to keep his voice snappy enough to hide his growing concern.
Ellis flinched. "Sally Bones's punishment." He replied, his voice barely a whisper.
Samantha began shaking a bit as well. "They got Daddy too," She murmured. "killed 'em after rippin' 'is ears and tail off." Her green eyes began to water slightly. "Mom's still there. Told us to escape while we could."
Ellis gently brushed his pelt with her's before turning back to Scourge. "You're gonna 'ave teh find someone else teh take yeh there."
"What?" Samantha lifted her head. "No way!"
"But-but, I thought-" Ellis stuttered.
"I ain't no coward!" Samantha hissed. She turned her gaze towards Scourge. "I'll take yeh, dear."
"You're stayin' 'ere." Ellis said firmly.
"No I ain't! I may be scared, but I can't not go."
"You can't not go for me?" Scourge grinned deviously.
"What?" Samantha swung her head around to gaze at Scourge crossly, tears still threatening to come pouring from her eyes.
"...Nevermind." Scourge shook his head, waving her off with his one white paw. He could tell that the marmalade she-cat was still frightened of supposedly 'going back'. He rested his icy-blue eyes on their scared expressions, the two siblings still brushing pelts. Ellis was murmuring comforting words to his sister, while Samantha herself was quietly protesting that she was fine and wasn't afraid.
"Hey..." Scourge spoke up suddenly, his voice still having a dark tone about it. "...I wont let anything harm you." He narrowed his eyes, taking in a deep breath and swallowing before adding in rather hastily, "I promise."
I like Samantha's character so far. She's fun to write about.
Oh yeah! For anyone who cares, it appears that I am the first person on here to come up with a Warriors/Varjak Paw crossover fanfiction on here! Correct me if I'm wrong.
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