Post by ♪Lαb♫ on Aug 25, 2010 17:28:10 GMT -6
Scourge stood at the top of the hill, the wind stirred his pelt. It caused and eerie feeling to sift through the others that stood behind him. Grinning he looked down at the meadow below the hill, it looked so peaceful and pleasant. Of course it wouldn't be like that for long. Soon the grass would be covered in blood splatters, the flowers would be trampled and crushed, it would no longer be a place for peace. Stories would be told about this meadow, and the bloody battle that was about to take place. Scourge wasn't afraid though, this was the revenge he was looking for. The Fang's had ruined his life, now it was his turn to ruin theirs. He cast a glance back at the others that stood. They looked at the ground and tapped their feet, he knew they were scared. They should be. A few may die, he wouldn't doubt it. The Fang's were vicious and blood thirsty, this battle would be no different than the others they had fought. Looking over at Snowstar Scourge studied her. She proudly stood beside him, her chest puffed, her face determined. He wondered what she was thinking, was she scared? Excited? Proud? Shrugging away the thought he braced himself. A battle was about to begin, one that would change Shadowclan forever.
