Scourge groggily opened his eyes, those blue eyes that Bone had looked into and declared his love to. But no...that was a dream. Scourge's heartbeat quickened as he remembered the soft look in the black and white tom's eyes. That was wrong, everything was wrong.

Confusing frustration in the form of tears welled in his eyes. What had happened? Why that dream? And why did he long for it to return? How disgusting, someone as strong and powerful as Scourge...a Crosslover? Never.

His only thought was never, this would end now. Scourge refused to love Bone. Anger replaced the confusion and sadness...as it always had before. Anger and bloodshed were the only solutions to anything. That's what Scourge, respected leader of Bloodclan, had learned.

A mate, he would need a mate to deny...it. A female mate.

His eyes narrowed in fury and he stormed past dozens of murmuring cats on his way to the dumpster where he answered cats questions and pleas. At some point Bone filed in behind him, making Scourge flinch as his voice brought back flashes of his dream.

"What angers you, Scourge?" His voice was hard and cold, almost like a robots "If you need, I can find anycat. Whoever infuriated you so, can be killed instantly." There it was, the real Bone's voice. So hard and cold. All business and no feeling. It almost made Scourge long for the Bone from his dream, the one who would say the words softer, with meaning. And emptiness formed where the anger was...lonely. That's what Scourge was feeling...lonely.

Good thing that would be easily remedied by a mate. Anytime now, the line of cats waiting for his word to command them would sneak into view, he would see a beautiful feline that fancied him, and that would be the end of these disgusting thoughts, this horrible warm feeling he had whenever he imagined Bone.

"You...it's you Bone. You are angering me," Scourge spat without thinking as he continued to walk briskly "your stupid mind and the way it works. The way you never even glance at anyone but me. Why don't you go and get a mate already?! Remember you're allowed to!" The words spilled out harsher then Scourge had meant them to, but that was necessary. He could not show anything but cold emotionless control over Bone.

Scourge dared to glance back and what he saw made him whip his head back facing forward. Bone looked shocked, in the most horribly adorable way possible. Adorable?! No! What kind of thoughts-ugh. Scourge kept walking.

He looked for what he needed inside of him, that rage, he needed the rage back. There it was. So suddenly and surely. But not because Scourge had found it inside of him. But because Brick came into view. Brick, alive.

That's right...scourge had killed her only in his dreams. And she had said what she did only in his dreams. Brick...his other main supporter. A female. A she-cat who had served him well for a long time. Maybe it was time to forget about Bone and look at Brick in a new way.

"Hello, Brick, anything unusual to report?" Scourge decided to act normal for now, but watch her closer when he could.

"Not really sir, thought I saw a cat slip into a brick wall somewhere, but it must've just been my imagination because I couldn't find an entrance when I looked." She spoke in a sort of purring way that seemed to irritate Bone. Scourge hadn't noticed that before...then again he didn't care much for paying attention other cats. No wonder he didn't have a mate.

"Very well, instead I would like you to come with me to speak with the cats today, Bone, go along and take over Brick's patrols" Scourge promptly turned and walked to the front of the line of cats winding down the alley. The soft patter of Bricks feet behind him.

"I will see the first cat."