A/N: A few things I want to say before this next chapter; The Baby in the first chapter was four, then five when she died. This story is also set near the end of the first series of Warriors, so you'll get to witness my take (Or Dawn's!) on Bluestar's death. :D Without further ado, on with the story!

Dawn slowly walked down the sidewalk, monsters roaring past in the rain. Dawn's soaked fur was heavy, and she stopped by a scrap-house. A puddle lay on the ground in a... well... puddle. She looked in, seeing a scrawny, soaked white cat with a black mask and black feet and tail with blue eyes. Sad blue eyes.

A twoleg rushed past, splashing more water on Dawn. She shook herself miserebly, turning into a alleyway. She curled up on some soggy cardboard. A large, white tom cat walked towards her. "Hey, get out of here! This is Bloodclan territory! Out! LEave! Now!"

Dawn's ears had perked at the mention of a clan, then flattened at the tom's tone. "But-but! I need a place to sleep for the night!"

The tom snarled. "Leave. An important meeting is going to happen here, and I can't have you interfering!" He leaped at her, claws unsheathed. With a frightened yowl, Dawn leaped from her place, skidding around the larger cat and heading back the way he came.

She glanced behind her, then smacked into somecat. Shaking her head, she stood, preparing to run. A small, black cat with a white paw and a collar with dog teeth studded in it stood before her, grinning. "Well, well, what do we have here? Bone, why are you terrorising this poor, poor kittypet?" The small tom said, stalking toward the cowed Bone.

"Well, I, uh, your meeting! I was, uh, chasing her out..." Bone stopped, looking at the ground.

The black tom turned back to Dawn. "What's your name?" "D-Dawn, sir. Your Highness?"

The tom chuckled. "No. Call me... Scourge."

-Back at the house-

THe policeman stepped over the man's body, carrying the evidence bag with the bloody gun in it out of the crime scene. "What's the story?" The chief asked, surveying the bloody scene. "Well, looks like the man, Mr., ah, Mr. Wellbing, pulled a gun on his wife and daughter, and after shooting them, shot himself. He's apperently drunk, and it looks like he beat his wife and kid."

The chief frowned. "Well, glad he's dead, at least. But still... sad story for the wife and kid..."

-Back to Dawn-

Dawn sat uncomfortably on a block of wood, across from Scourge. "So, what's your story, kittypet?"

Dawn shifted. "Uh, the father killed his mate and baby. So I ran."

"That's all? Short life story." Scourge chuckled, waving his tail at a ginger she-cat. The she-cat had a collar also, with only a few teeth studded in it. The ginger brought over two mice, depositing one in front of Scourge, and the other, in front of Dawn.

"Eat up." Scourge took a bite, as if to lead a example, and Dawn sniffed hers. "It smells funny."

"Eh. You get used to it." Scourge finished his, then looked at her. "Not hungry?" Dawn shook her head. The mouse was so unappetizing...

Scourge ate hers, then leaped off the wood. "Let me show you around, kid." Dawn followed, albeit more slowly than Scourge.

"Here's the sleep-den," Scourge motioned with his tail to a room filled with sleeping cats. "But you won't sleep there." He meowed.

"Then here is where we keep our extra food." A large pile of prey lay under a sheet of monster skin. "And then, here is my place."

A soft, twoleg covering lay in the ground, with a small stream of water rolling off a monster skin above them ran into a bowl, which then emptied into a large basin of clear water. "You, my friend, can sleep here, with me." Dawn's eyes widened. "But. We're not mates. Right?"

Scourge stared at her blankly, then erupted into laughter. "Oh! No! I am just putting you here because there's no more room in the sleep-den!"

Dawn chuckled awkwardly.

"Oh."

"Take a nap. You look dead on your paws, there."

Dawn tottered to the covering, asleep as soon as she hit the covering.

The twoleg father was alive again, shooting the wife and daughter over and over. Blood spurted from the bodies, and the bodies screamed, wailing as the blood left their bodies. Dawn yowled in fear and anger, trying to run, but stuck in place as the blood crept up her legs, trying to drown her in a pool of blood. The father laughed manically, turning the gun upon himself. His blood sprayed over Dawn, turning her white coat red. The father remained standing, laughing over the shrieks and cries of his mate and kid. He pointed the bang-stick at Dawn. "This is what you deserve!" He shrieked, laughing as he began to squeeze the trigger. "Dawn! DAWN! DAWN!"

"Dawn! Wake up!" Dawn shrieked and leaped up, fur standing on end. "BABY!" She yowled.

Scourge stared at her. "Baby?" Dawn's fur flattened as she calmed down. "Oh. It's what I used to call the little twoleg I lived with."

Scourge nodded. "Well. That seemed like a bad nightmare. Want to talk about it?"

Dawn shook her head. "No. But I am hungry now. "

Scourge grinned. "This way, Nightmare." Dawn playfully hissed at him at the nick-name, then followed him to the food-den.

She picked a dove out, and a mouse then ate them as Scourge talked about the battles he had won. "And, there's this forest, a ways out from the city, and I want to take it over. But there's four clans there, and they refuse to hand it over. It's pitiful, really, because I'll get it because I want it."

Dawn spit out the chunk of meat she was about to swallow. "Clans?! As in, CAT clans?!"

"No, mice clans. Of course cat clans!" Scourge said, flicking her nose with his tail. "Really? I've always dreamed of meeting those clans!" Dawn said, dreamily staring at the ceiling. Scourge hissed. "Well, you're in a clan now! BloodclaN!"

Dawn sighed, finishing her meal. "It's still not the same. "

Scourge snarled at her and stomped off with a huff.

Ok... Don't see what's gotten into HIM... Oh well. Must be the food. Blech. What'd they do, soak them in monster urine before they put it here?

Dawn licked her chops and exited the food-den, looking about. Cats of all sizes, colors, and shapes swarmed everywhere, but Scourge was no where to be seen. "Have you seen Scourge?" Dawn asked Bone, looking around for him. "Yes. But I won't tell you. Now leave me alone!" Bone said, slipping through the door.

Wow. He deserves to be bugged, just because of that! Dawn followed him, hiding behind trash and bits of stones as she crept after the large, white cat.

He stopped in the alleyway where she had been found. Scourge was there, waiting. A grey cat and a immense tiger-striped tabby padded into the alleyway from the other end. The grey cat sheered off, turning around and waiting at the entrance.

"Scourge. I've heard so much about you and Bloodclan. It's like Starclan sent those rouges to my clan for a reason..." The tabby said, curling his tail around his haunches.

Scourge scoffed. "Starclan! They don't exist. And, what was your deal you wanted to talk about, Tigerstar?"

Tigerstar grinned, showing his fangs. "Join me and Shadowclan against the three other clans, and we'll be guarenteed winners!"

Scourge thought it over. "We'll see."

Tigerstar stood, leaning closer. "We'll split the forest, fifty-fifty!"

Scourge shrugged. "Not feeling it."

"Forty-sixty?"

"Nah."

"Thirty-seventy?!"

"Eh, sure."

Tigerstar grinned again. "Pleasure doing business with you!"

"And you too, Tigerstar." Scourge evilly grinned at Tigerstar's retreating back. "A big pleasure."

-A few months later, after the battle of Bloodclan and Lionclan-

Dawn woke, Scourge's tail entwined with hers. She lazily stretched, then remebered last night's 'activities.' She blushed and stood.

Scourge lazily yawned, looking up at her. "Well, good morning, my dearest mate."

Dawn grinned back. "Hello there." She licked his nose, stepping out of their 'nest' and heading for the door.

"Wait." Dawn looked back at Scourge. "Yes?"

"Um, want to stay a bit longer?" Dawn rolled her eyes. "I don't know... I'm kinda hungry. Maybe later?" Scourge meowed disappointedly. "Fine."

Dawn selected a chipmunk and looked around the nearly empty Bloodclan base. During the Battle, Scourge was knocked out, and his clan, thinking he died, had fled. Now only a few cats remained, and they were only there for the shelter.

Dawn finished her chipmunk and walked back to Scourge.

"Mmh, think we should move? The city's a bit old now, isn't it?" Scourge mused, his tail curling up and down.

Dawn shrugged. "I guess so." She said, curling up beside him. "We might get kits anyway, and I wanted them to be born in the forest, not in this dung-fest of a city!"

Dawn licked him comfortingly. "Then let's do it!"

A/N:

Well, plot bunnies murdered my plot line and made off with my ideas. So you'll see a whole new take on this story. XD

So, yeah.

ANd, Scourge doesn't die at the Battle, but later in this story. You'll see. ;)

So, no flames, and if you see something wrong with my story that needs correcting, then say it nicely in the Reviews. ;)

Thanks!