BloodClan: To love a killer

Chapter 8

Scourge led his mate through the forest. She followed closely. The duo came to a clearing, were they could see the stars. Briarrose gazed at the Ebony tom next to her, his pelt glazed in starlight, and sighed. It was a peaceful sigh, a happy sigh. His frosty eyes met her leaf-green ones and they seemed to convey all of his love for her. She shuffled closer, her pelt brushing his, and rested her head on his shoulder. He licked her forehead and rested his chin on her head. She fealt his tail twine with hers.

She turned to look at him, she smiled and pushed him onto his back. Her paws pinned down his shoulders and her hind paws were parallel to his hips. He smiled and licked his lips, the said, "Feeling like that are you?" In a flash, his arms enclosed her neck and brought her into a kiss. His tail flicked her belly and sent a nervous flutter through her. Her legs felt weak and she collapsed on top of him. He grunted and smiled. They stopped kissing and he smiled.

"Your fur is extremely soft," he remarked. He lifted his head and began licking her ear. It flicked and she giggled. He gently nipped her and she licked his nose. Briarrose never wanted this to end, the kissing, nipping, licking, tail-flicking and the contact. She loved being this close to him. He gazed deep into her eyes, looking into her soul. With any other cat, the shudder would be of fear. Not with Scourge, she shivered of pleasure. She liked the feeling that she could tell him anything, her hopes, her dreams, her love. She buried her muzzle in his chest fur and breathed in deeply.

His wonderful scent filled her nose, she suddenly felt light headed. She could feel his warm breath by her ear. "I love you." She murmured next to his ear, so only he could hear. Their eyes met again, and she say raw passion and fiery love. It was all for her. He suddenly blinked and turned his face away.

"What's wrong, love?" Briarrose asked. He looked like he was taking part in an internal battle. When he looked at her again, there was hesitation painted all over his face.

"I don't want to do anything you'll regret later." He shivered. "If you want me to stop, just say so."

"I would never want you to." The she-cat breathed. Her mate smiled gently at her then grabbed her neck. Suddenly they were kissing again, and all of Briarroses senses were choked up with him. She smelled his scent, heard his breathing, and felt only his fur beneath her. They were so close, that in the hazy night, you could not tell where one cat ended and the other began. Then they stopped kissing and just gazed at eachother's eyes. Briarrose was breathing deeply, and she felt exhausted. Scourge was built for endurance, with a thinner body, but larger muscles. She was built for speed, small body, large haunches and shoulders. He smiled.

"You look like you've run to the Moonstone and back!" He joked. "And you're all sweaty too!" Briarrose's whiskers twiched with amusement.

"So are you!" Said the brindle warrior. "I'm not the only one physically exhausting myself!"  Scourge opened his mouth to say something to spur another kissing spree, but he was interrupted by the purr of a Siamese she-cat behind him.

"So," she said. "You are the mighty Scourge. And this must be Briarrose!" She laughed, but there was no humor. " You are a rather pretty she-cat. To bad I need to kill you." The Siamese was joined by three other cats. One was a ginger-and-white tom, the other a ginger she-cat with a white underbelly. A tiny kit, barely old enough to be apprenticed, tagged along. In an instant, Scourge was standing above Briarrose, hackles raised. The Siamese only smiled. "Oh, I forgot, you gave up killing when you made your group of mange-pelts an official Clan."

"I think I'm willing to make an exception," he growled. "If you threaten my mate..."

"Oh," said the Siamese. "How rude of me! My name is Para, the new queen of the forest. These are my children, Twist, Desert and Little Heather. And," she looked scourge in the eyes. "There will be no need for violence, if you simply hand over your territory."she shrugged. "Once it's mine, I'll simply make my own Clan and take the forest!"

Briarrose stood up and hissed. "You are no match for the clans! They will crush you and your petty little fighting force!"

"I will appear at the gathering in three sunrises." Continued Para. "Hand over your territory, or I will slaughter your mate, and make you watch." She said in almost a joking manner. She turned to leave.

"You can try, Para." Said Scourge. "But I will fight until my last breath nine times, one for each of my lives, to keep Briarrose safe. And you can count yourself lucky to be the only exception to my no-killing rule."

Para snarled and stalked away. Her posse followed her. Once they were gone, Scourge turned to Briarrose. "I love you, Briarrose, and I will fight with every one of my lives to keep you safe." She smiled grimly.

"Hopefully the Clans will help us." She said. Scourge smiled playfully.

"We should get back to camp." He said. "Shall we continue in my den?"

"Let's."