Chapter 3
it's been one sunrise since I killed tigerstar. I can still feel his blood between my claws. I wonder if the rest of the clan cats are thinking about my warning. I hope they are. If they aren't then let them be fools. That will just make it even more fun to decide their fate. “how did I do scourge?” flippy's voice brings my attention back to the present. “you scared the fleas off their mangy pelts.” scourge replied. “with you here they'll have to give us the forest.”
days passed by. Nothing exiting happened. Then it was the day the clan cats had to make their decision. Excitement fizzed beneath scourge's pelt as he led his clan to the spot they had met the clans before. It took a while but all four leaders showed up with cats from their clans behind them. I already knew their choice but I let them speak. “we won't let you have the forest. It's been ours since the beginning of the clans.” firestar growled. “we'll fight if we have to.” I thrust my muzzle into firestars face. “oh you'll get a fight.” I growled. Then I drew away and yowled. “bloodclan attack!” the clearing exploded into yowls and hisses. Scourge leaped at firestar. They rolled on the ground screeching until scourge threw him off. One of scourge's followers leaped onto firestar. Scourge knew that would stop firestar for now. Scourge looked around. Everyone was fighting. Everyone but flippy. He just stared wild eyed at the chaos. Then his eyes turned yellow and he pulled out his knife, charging at a thunderclan warrior. The warrior's white pelt turned red. Her blue eyes glittering with pain. She died quickly. Flippy just let her body fall then rushed to another warrior, a dark brown tabby tom. He tried to dodge but flippy stabbed him in the throat. This warrior dies quicker than the other one. Next flippy attacked a riverclan warrior. A thickset tabby. He fell quicker than the brown tabby. Before flippy could get another victim the leaders started to yowl. “retreat, retreat!” the yowled. The clan cats ran away quickly. Flippy didn't give up that easily. Scourge watched as he rushed towards the fleeing cats. He leaped and landed on a black tom with a twisted foot. Flippy's knife stabbed strait through the cats neck. Blood oozed, then gushed then his life was gone. Flippy threw his knife at a random cat. It hit a dark ginger she cat. Blood squirted and hit flippy's face. Flippy's eyes turned back to normal and he gasped. Obviously surprised. He backed away from the clan cats, trembling. “you killed russetfur!” blackfoot, a white tom with black paws, growled. “i-i didn't mean it.” flippy stammered. “i-it wasn't me.” “it wasn't you?” blackfoot spat. “i saw you with my own eyes, liar!” flippy looked terrified and devistated. Blackfoot growled, stepping towards flippy. “I'm going to rip your heart out and show it to you.” he hissed. Flippy backed away. A fire lit in scourges belly. Blackfoot couldn't insult bloodclan like that! He darted between them, hissing at blackfoot. “if you even try I'll rip your throat out!” blackfoot looked startled. “what's it to you?” he growled. “flippy is a loyal warrior of bloodclan!” scourge hissed. Blackfoot backed off, knowing he couldn't face scourge and followed his clan. “this place belongs to us now!” scourge screeched at them. “if I find one clan cat in my forest I'll rip them to shreds!” bloodclan yowled in agreement. Scourge led his clan deeper into the forest. They reached thunderclan first, scourge recognized the scent. The thunderclan cats still weren't here yet. He settled into a den that seemed to be the leaders den while the rest of his clan spread out to find dens. They slept well that night, thunderclan didn't show up until the next day. “get out of here!” a yell woke scourge. Firestar and bone were glaring at each other, bristling. “no, you get out!” bone growled. “you have no right to this place, we won it!” firestars tail lashed before he continued. “we lived here before you you were born!” he hissed. “you just beat us in a stupid fight!” bone stepped closer to firestar. “and we'd love to do it again.” he growled. Firestar hissed and swiped at bones cheek. Bone leaped at firestar. They both fought, tumbling on the ground for a while. Every cat watched in silence. Then a scream shook the air. “what are you doing, stop it!” it was flippy. He ran towards the battle and threw firestar off. “what are you doing here, we won this place and fighting will be a waste of warriors.” firestar stood up and glared at flippy. “as if we'd fight knowing you'll be there.” he growled. “look, firestar.” flippy said in a reasonable tone. “i know you've lived here for a long time but it's time to move on. If you try to win it you'll lose and many of your warriors will die. Just give it up and leave.” firestar unsheathed his claws and showed them to flippy. “give us our camp or these are going in your pelt.” he threatened. Flippy didn't seem to hear. He was growling and his eyes turned yellow. He glared at firestar and pulled out his knife. “oh now you'll fight?” firestar growled. Flippy picked firestar up by the scruff and laughed. When firestar struggled he tightened his grip. Flippy slammed firestar against a tre as hard as he could and stabbed firestars throat. He let go of him. Firestar was stuck there, the knife went through him and got stuck in the tree. Firestars lives were washed away with the blood that poured out of his neck. Soon all of his lives were gone. He hung from the tree, limp as a dead leaf. “good job flippy.” scourge meowed, walking up to him. Flippy spun around and grabbed him by the neck. The only thing in his eyes was “kill”. No recognition at all. It was as if scourge was an enemy to him. Flippy squeezed tighter. Scourge could hardly breath. “why is he doing this?” scourge thought. The spikes on scourges collar were stabbing strait though flippys hands. Scourge hissed and lashed out at flippys face. He slashed his eyes. Flippy dropped him and rubbed his eyes. “what happened?” he muttered. “my hands hurt, my eyes are bleeding.” scourge felt like ripping his throat out. He tried to kill him again! Then he remembered flippys disorder. “that's why!” he thought. “he can't control himself!” flippys words echoed in his head. “ since that day when ever I'm reminded of war I just lose control and attack everything in sight.” brick and bone seemed to remember too. Their fur was flat and their eyes were calm but every other bloodclan cat looked angry. Their fur was bristling and their hackles were raised. “you almost killed our leader!” one of them shouted. One of them, a gray tom, leaped at flippy, claws extended. Scourge jumped in front of flippy, growling. “what are you doing?” he growled at the gray warrior. “he tried to kill you!” the warrior replied. “i could see that, I'm not blind.” scourge growled. The cats in the crowd looked shocked. “why aren't you mad?” one of them called. “i would tell you, but I think it would be better to let flippy tell you himself.” scourge replied, stepping aside. Flippy looked nervous but he spoke up anyways. “well, it's a long story.” as flippy told his story some of the cats hostility faded. “and since that day whenever I'm reminded of war I lose sight of everything and kill whatever I see.” he finished. None of the cats looked hostile anymore. “so, you didn't try to kill scourge, it was your split personality?” one of them asked. Flippy just nodded. “that explains why you fought so mercilessly in the battle with the clans.” one of them called out. “and why you fought firestar like he was nothing.” another one added. They both had admiration in their voice. “you fight like scourge when someone gets him really mad.” another one meowed. “I'm not that great.” flippy responded. Cats started to break away, still muttering to each other. Today was a success, scourge knew it. They won the thunderclan camp with no injuries and they had a chance to win more. Tomorrow would be even better.