BloodClan: To love a killer

Chapter 6

A small black cat entered the medicine den of his camp. The yellow dumpster seemed empty, but his sister was still in there, working. He froze and turns around to leave.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"The moonstone, I need to set things right." Said the tom, determination painted all over his face. His sister nodded and fetched herbs for him. He thanked her and left.

The tom began his journey, he started out with the painfully local streets and houses. He passed a kittypet or two as well. Then he crossed over into ThunderClan territory, the big trees and woods, but he couldn't risk running into a patrol. He had told himself he would not kill another cat, and that was his only form of self-'defense'. He would lose against an apprentice.

He crossed over into the ShadowClan swamps and continued on his journey. He met one of the cats, but lifted his head to show his tooth-studded collar. The cat blinked and left hurriedly. He continued and crossed over onto the moor, and picked up the pace. He could see the outlines of highstones in the distance, and the WindClan camp to the left.

The tom plodded on until sunrise, where he climbed up a tree and slept all day. When he woke up, it was sundown, so he caught a small mouse and continued on. After about three hours, his aching paws were climbing the hard boulders to Mothermouth.

At last, he stood before the dark casam. The tom hesitated, then disapered into the cave. Following stale scents and using his whiskers above all else, he came upon the shining moonstone. His tentative paw steps echoed in the still silence. He lay down and pressed his nose to the stone. He fell asleep and entered StarClans domain.

He was in a starlit medow, a white warrior stood before him. "Let her see this, I need to make things right." Pleaded the small black tom.

"As you wish, Scourge." Replied Whitestorm

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Briarrose was suddenly whisked out of her dream and dumped in a starlit meadow. Five tail-lengths away, stood Scourge, surrounded by nine cars. She knew what was happening, he was receiving his nine lives.

"Scourge, I give you your sixth life, strength, to do what is right" said a black-and white tom with a red collar as he touched noses with her leader. The cat stepped back. A tom as red as fire took his place.

"My son, I give you your seventh life, love of kin, to cherish family and know they always come first." Said the tom, and touched nosed with Scourge. He swapped places with a grey-blue she-cat. Bluestar! Thought Briarrose. Bluestar  stepped forward.

"Scourge, I give you your eighth life, loyalty, so that you will defend your clan and future family with the strength of a lion and protection of a mother bear." As Bluestar gave him his eighth life, energy began to seep back into his body. All the cats vanished, except one- Whitestorm. He stepped forward and looked Scourge in the eyes.

"I give you your final life, knowledge, to make the right choices." He gave Scourge his life before turning yo Briarrose, who was now magically next to the two toms. "Briarrose, my sweet apprentice, you must now choose. Choose to either come with me and live out your eternity in the StarClan territory that is were ThunderClan cats go, to stay with your family and friends passed on." He paused for effect. "Or go back down to BloodClan and live out your destiny there." Scourge looked at her.

"Choose, whatever you do, I will be right behind you." He gave her a small smile.

She realized she had changed. For the ThunderClan Briarpaw would have chosen Whitestorm in a heartbeat. But the BloodClan Briarrose hung back. She also realized he had changed. Scourge had become a proper leader, he had shown her how far he would go for her. She remembered an old flirt her father had often used on her mother "if I had the nine lives of a leader, I would spend them all with you." Scourge had literally done just that. He had shown her he loved her, in his own special way. She knew the pain of receiving nine lives, she had heard all about it from Cinderpelt, another of her friends. Scourge had borne all that pain...for her. She made her choice.

"I choose the life of a BloodClan warrior," Briarrose turned to Scourge. "I choose you."

He smiled, and it seemed all their troubles melted away. Because now she knew she had found her true love, and she would wait the two sunrises it would take before he made her his, and she made him hers.