He sat in the ShadowClan camp with his other cats. "Sir, what do you want us to do? This one piece of territory is not big enough for all the cats." His deputy, Bone meowed.

Scourge looked at him calmly, but his voice was angry. "We also still own the city you idiot! Hunt there too." Bone nodded his head and gave out orders.

Scourge himself didn't have to move a paw to hunt, his clan hunted for him. A scrawny she-cat brought a big mouse to him and dropped it at his feet. Scourge nodded his head showing that he wanted privacy and the she-cat scrambled away.

As Scourge chewed his food he thought. What to do about the territory in the city, leave Bone to watch it? No, he needed his deputy. I could probably watch both territories from here, this is just a huge addition to our old territory. He thought as he quickly finished the last bite.

This forest food was amazing, much better then the rats in the city. The rats were scrawny, and sometimes carried diseases, the mice here were fatter and did not carry diseases.

He looked up at the sky, it was turning dark out, time to get some shut eye. Scourge closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The BloodClan cats spent the next two days eating, doing little training. They were already great fighters, now all they needed was some fat on them to gain the energy they needed for battle. The leader of BloodClan marveled at the new energy his warriors had gained only after three days in the forest.

When the time came on the third day Scourge jumped on a tall rock. "Come to me my cats! This shall be perhaps the hardest battle we have faced yet!" He yowled out. "I want every cat here to come with me." Scourge ordered.

Slowly the cats marched forward, taking their time and not caring. They were the strongest clan, and they seemed invincible! Even to the puny forest cats. Suddenly they stopped at four trees and waited.

"Come on out cowards, and give us your answers." Sneered Scourge. "We can scent you, you know!"

Quickly the ginger cat called Firestar walked out. "You don't have. To fight you know, you can just walk away!" The leader pleaded.

"Not a chance you red fool. BLOODCLAN ATTACK!" Scourge roared and lept into battle.

"LionClan, defend!" Yelled FireStar, which much less enthusiasm.

The first warrior who made contact with Scourges' claws died on impact when he got a perfect slice on the warriors throat. He laughed out insanely at the feel of blood. Blood! Glorious blood, what his group was name for. The demented black cat continued on with the battle, and was pleased that few challenged him. That proved they were scared of him, and his vicious clan.

A brown tabby decided he had the guts to attack Scourge. Well, he would just have to rip those guts out then. As the brown cat jumped for him, Scourge moved to the side. As he moved he held out his claws so the tom raked the side of his pelt as he landed.

Yowling out in pain and fury he turned towards Scourge. "You will regret messing with WindClan!" He vowed and lunged.

Scourge said nothing, just jumped and meet the warrior head on. He scratched at the warriors face till they both fell to the ground seconds after jumping. As the warrior took a breath to recover Scourge was already acting. Cats thought he was weak because he was small? Well he wasn't. He managed to throw the bigger warrior at the rock near them.

Onewhisker lay there dazed and not moving much. Scourge walked up to him and slit his throat, ending the stupid cat once and for all. Out of no where a huge wait landed on him. Hissing with surprise he looked up at the attacker to see it was Firestar.

"You killed him!" Firestar cried out out in anguish.

Scourge, not caring about FireStar and his friends, wriggled out of his grip and only laughed. This only angered the red flaming leader. Soon they were locked in battle, trading blow for blow, but it was obvious who was winning. Firestar soon was having to take little breaks to recover his breath, and Scourge saw this as an invite to kill.

Firestar stopped to take a breath and Scourge lunged at him. He raised the paw quickly and brought it down heavily, dealing a death blow on his enemys head. Firestar slunk to the ground dead.

He laughed out loud like a mad cat. Soon the battle would be over and BloodClan would win it! But wait, a memory was emerging. A cat who came from ShadowClan, jagged-something, warned him leaders had nine live. Tigerstar was a leader and he did twitch longer than his usual victims. Perhaps this myth was true? Not wanting to take the chance he tore out Firestars throat. Nothing could heal a wound like that!

Satisfied by his work he turned around searching for his next opponent. A white fluffy cat came charging at him screeching in fury. "YOU KILLED MY UNCLE!"

The anger was strong in this cat, but Scourge being Scourge just had to push it. "Oh, you mean that puny kittypet? Easily killed." He gloated.

Screeching in anger the white cat attacked. Anger made him clumsy though, and he used only his strength to begin the fight. Idiot, you don't begin a fight like that. Scourge thought as he went in for an early death blow, but missed. He had gotten the warriors shoulder, but missed the neck. Snarling and cursing, Cloudtail attacked again, trying to tear out Scrouges own neck.

Scourge flipped on his back, with claws out as Cloudtail landed on them. The white cat began to shred his stomach, but didn't get very far because Scourge drew his own claws right down Cloudtail's stomach. The claws sunk in deep and spilled much blood. With disgust he heaved the larger heavier cat off himself and stood up.

Cloudtail would not leave this battle alive, he was losing a scary amount of blood from the stomach wound he caused. Laughing cruelly he ran back into the battle only to find Bone outnumbered by apprentices. Hissing with annoyance he lunged at one that looked like a smaller version of TigerStar and threw him against a tree.

"Don't you dare touch my brother!" Hissed a female apprentice. She lunged at Scourge, who was bigger then her only by a little.

She hit Scourge and they rolled together. When they had stopped they looked at each other, he also looked somewhat like Tigerstar, but not as much as her brother... Where these his kits? If so, they would only die like their stupid power hungry father.

Tawnypaw darted forward and scratched his face them darted back to safety as Scourge reached out a paw to claw her. Then a force hit him from behind, it was Bramblepaw, Tawnypaws brother! He jumped off and ran to his sister and they both looked at him. If they were thinking they could defeat him by working together they were wrong.

Scourge darted forward and clamped his jaws around Tawnypaws neck then swung her towards Bramblepaw. Tawnypaw stumbled into her brother but collapsed afterwards from the neck wound. "NO!" Bramblepaw screeched, but was soon cut off as Scourge sliced his neck.

No time to let cats mourn, time to fight the battle and win the forest. "Bone?" He called out in a growl.

"Right here sir." Came the reply of his loyal deputy next to him.

"Are any other leaders dead?" Scourge asked.

"Blackfoot, who could've been leader been leader of ShadowClan, if they never merged with RiverClan." Bone answered back.

BloodClan only knew so much because of that Jagged cat, or whatever his name was.

"Then kill the others, that will have to discourage them before we lose any other cats." He ordered.

Bone nodded and faded back into the battle.

Scourge understood that the four combined clans were enough to weaken his own large clan if the battle continued for too long. So by his order, the other two leaders died and he heard a cat screech out that they were leaderless.

The warrior cats began to panic. No leader? Sure they had like one deputy left, but should they battle on? Firestar was no longer seen in battle, it was only assumed that the leader of temporary LionClan had died for good. With the other leaders dead they could no longer continue the fight.

Mistyfoot sat panicking in a tree. She was now the leader of RiverClan, and the last leader left that means, but the cats wouldn't recognize her as it. She didn't blame them, they were getting pulverized! Ok, she had to take charge, but how? How could this newly made deputy take charge?

She spotted a cat taking a breather and went to him. "Pass this on, I am the last deputy left standing, I am taking charge." She ordered in a brave voice. He nodded and stumbled off.

She went off to find another cat, Scourge. The only way to save her precious home would be to give up. Mistyfoot dodged lunging cats while there hate filled screeches battered her ears. She sprinted everywhere, look for a small black pelt… And there! Clawing some poor cat, Scourge stood under a tree, grinning with bloodlust.

She ran up to him. "Scourge!" She cried. "As last standing deputy and leader, I give the forest to you!" She cried. "Now please, just please, let us live!"

Scourge shoved the mangled cat aside and looked at her. "Hmm, call off your cats then." He ordered. "Go on, go onto the large rock and call them off, when you do my cats will stop to." He ordered.

So Mistyfoot and Scourged climbed onto the large rock where leaders would sit and she yelled out in a loud voice, "Stop the fighting! Beside me stands Scourge, leader of BloodClan!"

Out of shock the cats stopped. They had heard dimly throughout the battle that Mistyfoot wanted to take control, but they had assumed to only rally them.

She went on. "Our leaders are slain, the other two deputies are dead. I have no idea about our medicine cats-" Her voice cracked but she continued. "Point is we are defeated, must we all die, our kits die, before we give up? We are beat. I give the forest to Scourge."

"You can't do that!" A cat protested from the crowd.

"I must."

More protests began until another fight threatened to break out.

"Silence!" Scourge hissed. "Your forest is mine now! Leave it before you are all killed. Take one look at yourself, and your friends. Wounded, dying, and just wanting this battle to be over, well let it be over, let it be over now."