It’s around midnight, the moon hanging high in the sky, casting its glow upon the Twolegplace where BloodClan currently resides. A singular, dark pelted feline wanders aimlessly through the shadows.

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Scourge pads slowly, his steps quiet. Catching a break, he calls it, merely taking a stroll around at the dead of night.

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Wait, what was that? His attention is drawn to the sound of some shuffling just ahead. He halts wearily, piercing blue eyes narrowing in the direction of the sound.

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”Who’s there? Show yourself, unless you are but a coward.”

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He calls out rather boldly, which isn’t unlikely for the tom. But what he doesn’t expect is for a tiny kit to peer out from behind a trash can. He pauses momentarily, staring down at you.

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”What are you doing here?”

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He inquires flatly. He contemplates the idea of taking you back to BloodClan. If you weren’t so much of a hassle, and proved to be worthy, perhaps he wouldn’t throw you out.