Scourge

Scourge snorted, and stabbed the rabbit he just caught. He ruthlessly yanked it up from the leaf-strewn floor and trotted back to BloodClan camp, located somewhere near the barn. ‘’I heard some rustling in the bushes,’’ He murmured silently to Bone. ‘’It could be the Legend of The Deadly She.’’ Bone let out a mrrow of laughter, and commented out loud, ‘’Don’t be ridiculous, Scourge! That tale is for kits, about the age of 5 moons.’’ Scourge began to pick at his rabbit, flustered.