[WARNING! This chapter contains some themes of violence!] Ch.1 Willow, carrying a sandwich in her mouth, walked over to scourge. She lowered down the messy sandwich that lay in her mouth. "This is for you." She said. Scourge looked at her with a grim smile. "Well done." He said. "Now, GET." He said, ungratefully at Willow. The next rogue walked before him. "My kits are STARVING," a female rogue rasped. Scourge smirked at her. "Deal with it yourself!" He said. "BUT-" she was interupted. Scourge leaped down from the giant trash can that he was sitting on, and came up close to her. He waited for her to finish, then he threw his arm at her, claws Outstretched. He slashed her on the face, leaving a long scar across her eye. Blood was streaming from her new scar. "Do you have anything else to say?" He hissed at her. She fell to the ground, leaving a small pool of blood. Sparrow wanted to tell him to leave her alone, but he said nothing. There was nothing he could do to stop him anyways. Suddenly Willow's kits came rushing out from where the had been talking. "Mom!" One cried. "Mommy no!" Willow weakly raised her head. "I-im-..." Her head fell to the ground, for Starclan was pulling at her soul. Her eyes became grey, lifeless. Sparrow wished he had tried to save willow, because she was his sister. No... He thought. Now, another family member lost...
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