The death combo
chapter 1
It was just a normal giorno for Scourge. Taking care of Bloodclan. “i think I'll go hunt” mewed scourge. He walked in twolegplace, searching for something edible. When he was about to give up he saw it, a plump scoiattolo on an empty thunderpath. He stalked it slowly. Right before he could pounce the a shadow fell on the scoiattolo and it ran away. Scourge turned over to the one who cast the shadow. 'hey you, I was about to catch that!” but when scourge saw the one who did it he froze. It was no cat who scared off his prey. It was a strange creature. A cat sized green orso who walked on two legs and wore an army hat and jacket. He also held a coltello in his hand.
His yellow eyes gazed into scourge's. Scourge knew he had to fight. He leaped at the orso and cut his cheek. The orso yelled and swiped his coltello at scourge. Pain seared in scourge's flank. Scourge growled and swiped at the bears face. He sliced his nose. The orso ran at scourge, yelling furiously. Scourge ran, knowing he couldn't beat it head on. The orso was gaining on him. Scourge ran faster until his legs ached. Scourge felt the coltello cut the tip of his tail. Pain shot through his body. He was convinced that the orso would kill him but he kept running. He leaped over a bucket of water. He heard a splashing sound a moment later. He glanced back. The orso had tripped into the bucket and he stopped chasing him. The orso looked confused now. He also looked like his face had changed. Then scourge realized that it did. His eyes were normal and he didn't have sharp teeth. His coltello was gone too.
“what happened?” the orso asked. Fury shot through scourge. “you tried to kill me te topo, mouse brain! How can te not remember that!?” the orso looked startled. “i tried to kill you?” scourge glared at the bear. It was a lot più topo, mouse brained than he thought. “yes, te tried to kill me! te almost succeeded, how do te not know when te try to murder someone?!” the orso put his hands on his face and looked down. “I'm sorry, I really am. I swear I didn't mean it.” part of scourge wanted to rake his eyes out but another part of him believed the bear. He knew nobody could look that sorry and innocent without meaning it. Plus, this guy would make an outstanding member. Scourge decided he would give him a chance. “i believe you.” scourge said. “you look too weak and helpless to be a killer.” the orso looked up. “who are te calling helpless?” humor sparked his gaze. “what's your name?” scourge asked. The orso stood up before he answered. “I'm flippy.” scourges whiskers twitched. “that sounds like a kittypet name!” he laughed. “kittypet? What's that?”flippy asked. Scourge sighed. Flippy really was a topo, mouse brain. “a kittypet is a cat who lives with twolegs.” scourge answered. “twolegs?” flippy echoed. Scourge rolled his eyes. “the hairless rosa things that walk on two paws.” flippy suddenly seemed to understand. “oh those things? I call them people.” the word “people” sounded weird but scourge didn't domanda him. “what's your name?” flippy asked. “my name's scourge.” scourge answered him. “impressive name. Especially for a tiny fuzzball with a high pitched mew.” scourge crouched, pretending to be mad. “who are te calling a fuzzball? I once drove off a huge dog single pawed, and I was just a kit!” flippy nodded. “fine you're not a fuzzball, you're a handful!” scourge and flippy laughed. Then a thought struck him. “what if one of my warriors sees me talking to this bear? I'll look like a fool!” flippy was staring at him now. “what’s wrong?” he asked. Scourge sighed. “there are two people te need to meet before we can have a friendship, follow me.” scourge was leading him to an alley. He was going to meet brick and bone.
chapter 1
It was just a normal giorno for Scourge. Taking care of Bloodclan. “i think I'll go hunt” mewed scourge. He walked in twolegplace, searching for something edible. When he was about to give up he saw it, a plump scoiattolo on an empty thunderpath. He stalked it slowly. Right before he could pounce the a shadow fell on the scoiattolo and it ran away. Scourge turned over to the one who cast the shadow. 'hey you, I was about to catch that!” but when scourge saw the one who did it he froze. It was no cat who scared off his prey. It was a strange creature. A cat sized green orso who walked on two legs and wore an army hat and jacket. He also held a coltello in his hand.
His yellow eyes gazed into scourge's. Scourge knew he had to fight. He leaped at the orso and cut his cheek. The orso yelled and swiped his coltello at scourge. Pain seared in scourge's flank. Scourge growled and swiped at the bears face. He sliced his nose. The orso ran at scourge, yelling furiously. Scourge ran, knowing he couldn't beat it head on. The orso was gaining on him. Scourge ran faster until his legs ached. Scourge felt the coltello cut the tip of his tail. Pain shot through his body. He was convinced that the orso would kill him but he kept running. He leaped over a bucket of water. He heard a splashing sound a moment later. He glanced back. The orso had tripped into the bucket and he stopped chasing him. The orso looked confused now. He also looked like his face had changed. Then scourge realized that it did. His eyes were normal and he didn't have sharp teeth. His coltello was gone too.
“what happened?” the orso asked. Fury shot through scourge. “you tried to kill me te topo, mouse brain! How can te not remember that!?” the orso looked startled. “i tried to kill you?” scourge glared at the bear. It was a lot più topo, mouse brained than he thought. “yes, te tried to kill me! te almost succeeded, how do te not know when te try to murder someone?!” the orso put his hands on his face and looked down. “I'm sorry, I really am. I swear I didn't mean it.” part of scourge wanted to rake his eyes out but another part of him believed the bear. He knew nobody could look that sorry and innocent without meaning it. Plus, this guy would make an outstanding member. Scourge decided he would give him a chance. “i believe you.” scourge said. “you look too weak and helpless to be a killer.” the orso looked up. “who are te calling helpless?” humor sparked his gaze. “what's your name?” scourge asked. The orso stood up before he answered. “I'm flippy.” scourges whiskers twitched. “that sounds like a kittypet name!” he laughed. “kittypet? What's that?”flippy asked. Scourge sighed. Flippy really was a topo, mouse brain. “a kittypet is a cat who lives with twolegs.” scourge answered. “twolegs?” flippy echoed. Scourge rolled his eyes. “the hairless rosa things that walk on two paws.” flippy suddenly seemed to understand. “oh those things? I call them people.” the word “people” sounded weird but scourge didn't domanda him. “what's your name?” flippy asked. “my name's scourge.” scourge answered him. “impressive name. Especially for a tiny fuzzball with a high pitched mew.” scourge crouched, pretending to be mad. “who are te calling a fuzzball? I once drove off a huge dog single pawed, and I was just a kit!” flippy nodded. “fine you're not a fuzzball, you're a handful!” scourge and flippy laughed. Then a thought struck him. “what if one of my warriors sees me talking to this bear? I'll look like a fool!” flippy was staring at him now. “what’s wrong?” he asked. Scourge sighed. “there are two people te need to meet before we can have a friendship, follow me.” scourge was leading him to an alley. He was going to meet brick and bone.
