Fallen Angel: Chapter 1

I lay on the earth, blood matted fur, eyes unseeing as I started slipping, each breath coming more ragged than the last. I glanced up at the cat gloating over me, every ounce of fight drained from my body.

My eyes closed, voices surround me, one stood out in particular, a suprisingly soothing voice, much like my mother's.
"What have you done Tigerpaw?" "Thistleclaw!" .. "We can't just leave him." ..... "Come here."

I felt my scruff being pulled at and I was flung into the air. A sharp pain coursed over me, but I kept silent, mostly because I couldn't move, couldn't speak. I held my eyes closed, hoping to just sleep, but sleep wouldn't come, only nausea from being swung slightly as I was carried through the air.

I opened my eyes for a moment, trees passed in a blur. I watched as a mouse scittered by, running away from the cats sprinting through the forest.

Then I blacked out.

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I blinked open my eyes to see a silver tom standing over me, his amber eyes lit up in worry. I lifted my head slightly, looking down my pelt, a long gash ripped through my fur, neat, carefully done. The silver tom swept his tail over me. "Keep your head down, I'm trying to help you," he said, barely daring to breathe as he treated me.

A grey, almost blue she-cat stood next to him staring down at me, her eyes filled with sorrow and regret. She was there, she saved me from the Tiger...

The tom quickly glanced over my ruffled fur, he let out a soft sigh of relief as he came to a conclusion. "He'll be okay, but that scar is permanant."

I winced slightly as I heard that. Scarred for life. The cat that attacked me did this. What did I do to deserve this?

I sat for a while, watching as the sun fell down soon to be replaced by the moon. I stared into a small pool of water in the Medicine cat's den, as they called it, watching the reflections that bounced off it's surface. In a few sunrises they were going to send me into the 'Nursery', just another place to be fussed over by mewling kits and their mothers. Not that my mother would ever care that I was here.

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Morning sunlight bled through my eyelides, my hope of sleeping more vanished as I blinked open my eyes. The silver tom that had helped me last night was lying peacefully in the corner, Featherwhisker, I'd heard some of the cats call him.

I gazed up as the she-cat from the previous day stepped through the entrance, her eyes flashed around, finally landing on me bundled up in the corner by the water. Her jaws were clamped around a small sparrow, just the right size for a four moon old kit. She stepped over, her pawsteps as light as the breeze. She dropped the prey in front of me, "Are you okay?" she breathed, hoping to not wake the sleeping medicine cat.

I lifted my head, nodding it in answer. I scrambled up, slicking down my ruffled chest fur.

She gazed at me, her eyes questioning. "What's your name?" she mewed. She swept her tail over the dusty ground and lay down in front of me.

I raised my head, fur still sticking in all directions. "Tiny." I grabbed at the sparrow with one paw, hooking my claws deep into it. I took as big of a bite as my small mouth could handle.

The she-cat let out a slight pur. "I'm Bluefur."

Hey, this is the first chapter in my new story, and this is all about Scourge if he had grown up in the clans. Scourge is my third favourite character behind Jayfeather and Lionblaze so I wanted to write this.
Now it is time for your daily fact!

Ashfur is Squirrelflight's half-uncle - Food for thought.