Five Months Sequence

Scourge started visiting his family once a week, leaving Bone in charge of Bloodclan. The kits, particular Rusty and Red, are always happy to see him each night, batting his tail, climbing on him, even pouncing him. Scourge always made extra care to not hurt them by his collar. Quince would have a distrustful look on, which lessen by the weeks. Over time, the kits got too heavy for him.

One Month

The small orange cat padded around the greenery fill with grass, bushes, and trees everywhere. Rusty happily roll around the grass, poke around the bushes and tried to claw up a tree. Really, he tried, but his legs were too weak to hang on and his kit claws too small. He resumes poking the bushes. A mouse runs out of a bush.

Rusty immediately pounced, later hissing in dismay as he landed awkwardly, the mouse already long gone. He shook his head. An amused purr came out of nowhere. Rusty turned his head to a cat with a red fox-like fur. "Who are you?"

"A wild cat." Rusty almost gap at the obvious answer.

"Do you want to catch a mouse?" He nodded. The tom turned his head to another mouse. "Watch," he whispered. Rusty observed carefully, noting his still tail, the forepaws padding low and quietly in the grass, ears alert, and the stomach bushing against the ground. The cat soon pounced, giving a swift bit in the neck.

"Your turn." He pointed to another mouse nearby. Rusty copied him perfectly, almost perfectly as he accidentally stepped on a old leaf. The mouse ran off. Rusty slapped his tail on the ground, hissing in frustration.

"A hunter must always observe their surroundings." Rusty nodded, suddenly thinking why was he listening to everything the older one said. That was really odd. He spotted the next mouse. Rusty did the hunting...what is it called?...and listened and watched carefully as he sneaked closer. He pounced, this time catching a mouse. He purred, turning to his mentor with pride. The fox-cat smiled.

"It's time to wake up, Rusty." Suddenly, everything burred. The kit dropped his prey. "Wait! What is your name?"

The burred red-white form tilted his head a bit. "Fox, my name is Fox, little fiery one." Then black.

Two Months

A black and white tom with two mice watch his surroundings cautiously, making sure no rogues are here to see going home. He padded to his shelter, dropping the prey inside.

"Violet, I'm back. Violet?"

"So you've been living with your sister, huh, Barley? I thought the extra mouse for Scourge is too much to be true," said another black and white, muscular tom, smirking as he keep his paw on a pale, orange she-cat.

"Bone, get off my sister!" Barley yowled as he tackled Bone, only to be clawed away by the bigger tom's free paw.

"Now, you two should come with me or-" he unsheathes his claws "-your precious sister dies. I taking you to Scourge for punishment."

"Whom are you taking to me, Bone?" Scourge stood right at the entrance. Bone ginned while Barley and Violet stare in despair, thinking they could not get away without punishment.

"These two broke your rule by living together. What are their punishment?"

Scourge only look at them, but instead of the usually cold look, it was strangely different. It was a cold with a hidden warmth.

Minutes later-

"Go" The two siblings stare at each other, then turned back to their leader.

"Your just-"

"GO." Scourge gave them a hard look, making them leave the border of Bloodclan. Violet turn her body a bit to give him a nod of thanks before leaving with her brother behind her.

Four Months

"Tiny, Tiny! Look! We got collars." said Red, showing off his own green collar. Scourge sudden froze, remembering the time between when he got his collar and the day he left home. His thoughts broke when a kit jumped on him.

"Hi Tiny," said Rusty with a blue collar, waving his tail.

"Hey, so you're going to be on your own soon."

"Huh? What do you mean?" the tom asked, his head cocked and eyes wide.

"It means you are going to get your own housefolk house."

"My own?!" By then, all five kits surround him, listening attentively.

"Yes, your own." Mom!" "Housefolk kits will choose one of you-"

Scourge blanked out as bad memories came back to him.

"Tiny? Tiny!"

"Huh?" Scourge blinked out of his memories, seeing Quince's worried face in front of him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing's wrong." Scourge left early that day.

The next day, Quince told her kits to act cute.

Five Months

Scourge looked down his alley, as his cats hunted for food, teaching their kits, and battle-fighting each other. It was the usually everyday Bloodclan life. Dark clouds started to form, making cats return to their nests. He stayed in his shelter watching the rain with his guards until one of them lead two cats to him, more specifically, two siblings.

His eyes widen in surprise. "Socks! Ruby!" He almost called out, before his face returned to its icy look. "Who are they?"

"They claim to be your siblings."

"T-tiny?"

"Ruby? Socks?" His eyes soften for a second. His brother explain that their housefolk threw them out in the streets and that they're hungry and tired. Scourge thought for while, remember all the times he spend with them, not one of them a good memory. He inwardly clench his teeth in anger. How dare they. He pushed a box of chicken to them.

"Eat, then leave." Both of them widen their eyes.

"But... but Scourge...! We're your littermates! Doesn't blood mean anything?" asked Ruby, pleading.

"Blood. Since when did you care about blood anyway." "When did you care about family?" He was about to say something else, but he needed to show his group the him they know.

"Besides, the only blood I care about is blood from my enemies. Look around you. These cats are ready to spill blood at anytime."

Ruby and Socks did, seeing the cats' unsheathed claws and bloodthirsty looks. They glance at him worryingly, then taking his offer, ate from from the box and left, lead by Bone and Brick.

Finally, I am done!