Things seemed to finally be running smoothly in BloodClan; a whole band of newly appointed members, a flourishing forest to reside in; it all had become just perfect. Now, what could congratulate these wonderful circumstances?
Scourge had his plan.
Golden shafts of daylight breached through the dense canopy of the forest territories, their golden hues reflecting themselves onto the warm, crumbled dirt floor of the ThunderClan undergrowth. Birdsong chattered above the vegetation, leaving the whistles and harmonies of days gone by to fill the ears of the BloodClan cats as they grazed through camp.
It had been about a moon since Scourge had o