Scruffs' Betrayed

&nbsp This is the second book that follows Scruffs' Forgotten. Sorry I go so fast and like to sometimes skip to three moons later. Oh well. Here's my story!! Rainfire 21:28, April 25, 2010 (UTC)

Chapter 1
Adapting to forest life wasn't that hard for the kittypets. They asked me about Clan life and I told them everything about it. I hd told them my real name, but only Flamingraven called me Whitescruff. The others called me Burn. Honey was a good hunter, but four cats could not feed six cats in leaf-bare. Mud and Fudge were elders, so they did not hunt for themselves. We need recruits for my plan, and I found one two days later. I was hunting and was rammed into. I shoved my attacker off of me and sat down. It was a cream tom with pale blue eyes and long claws. He stared at me, fur bristled and claws unsheathed.

"I'm Burn," I said.

He relaxed a little.

"I'm Bone," he said.

"Nice to meet you. I have a question," I began and told him about my plan.

He listened intently.

"Sure," he agreed.

That was easy. I led him to the spot where we had set up a makeshift camp. This wasn't where we would stay, but it was good for now. Flamingraven took Bone on a hunting patrol after Bone told me something interseting. There was a pair of loners looking for a new home. I seeked them out and found them lounging on some rocks in the sun.

"Hello," I called out.

The looked up tensly.

"I'm Burn. Are you Bramble and Tod?" I asked.

A tortie and white medium haired she-cat nodded, blue eyes wary. A longhaired light brown tabby tom stood up, blue eyes curious.

"I'm Bramble," he said.

The she-cat stood up.

"I'm Tod," she said softly.

"Come with me," I said and walked away.

They caught up with me. When we got to the makeshift camp, I told them about my plan.

"We'll come. We prefer to live in large groups," Tod said.

I questioned them to see if they knew about any other cats that might be interested.

"Yes. There is a cat named Stream. She was abandoned by a Clan and might miss that kind of life," Bramble said.

They told me where to find her and I left. I trotted under a willow and looked around.

"Stream. I have an idea," I called out.

There was silence before a white tom with green eyes popped his head out of a bush.

"Are you Stream?" I asked.

"No. I'm her son, Storm," he said and walked out of the bush.

He had gray paws. A silver and white she-cat approached me, light green eyes twinkling.

"Streamwhisper! What happened to you?!" I asked when I recognized her.

"RiverClan abandoned me when I didn't want to fight against you," she said.

There was no sorrow in her voice.

"I'm so sorry," I said and told her my story.

She listened, and when I told nher about my plan, she instantly agreed.

"Anything to be in a Clan again," she said.

She and Storm followed me back to camp. When we got there, everyone was resting and telling about their lives. Streamwhisper and Storm got comfortable and made themselves at home. My plan was coming along well. Glass started singing with his mouth closed. He called it humming. I started thinking of names for these cats. The sun started going down and cast shadows around the camp. A cat emerged from some bushes next to me. It was a white and cream tom with dark blue eyes.

"Hello. I'm Wind. I heard about your plan," he said.

"News travels fast in the forest," Glass commented.

"Yes and I'd like to join," he said.

"Sure. I like to go by Burn. Come and sit," I said.

He settled in and answered questions about himself.

"Other cats have heard and are coming to see if they can join," Wind told us.

I nodded. The sun went down and we rested for the night.

Chapter 2
In the morning, Flamingraven, Wind, and Honey left for the morning hunting. Streamwhisper and Glass went to find other cats and spread the news. I left to find cats in a different direction. It wasn't long before I met two more cats. One was a pretty silver she-cat with blue eyes. She had a hideous scar on the left side of her face, but I didn't care. That just made her perfect for my plan. We needed different cats. The other was a ginger tabby tom with green eyes.

"Hello. I'm Burn," I greeted.

"Hello Burn. I'm Josie and this is my mate, Nico," the silver she-cat said.

"We heard about your plan," Nico said.

"Good. Would you like to join?" I asked.

Nico looked doubtful, but Josie looked excited.

"Of course I'll join!" Josie said.

Nico sighed.

"I will too," he said.

A gray tabby she-cat with one blue eye and one white eye came crashing through the bushes. She was being chased by a pure white she-cat with blue eyes.

"Stop!" I cried.

They stopped in their tracks.

"I'm Burn. What are your names?" I asked.

"Jade," the gray tabby she-cat answered.

"Ice," the white she-cat said.

I told them about my plan.

"Sure," they agreed and I led all four of them to my camp.

Streamwhispre and Glass had come back with four cats. One was a bright ginger she-cat with darker paws and a flowing tail. She had pale aquamarine eyes. The second was a dark tortie she-cat with bright amber eyes. The third was a gray tom with white spots and blue eyes who was leading the fourth cat with his tail. The fourth cat was a cream tabby she-cat with green eyes and delicate black paws. She must be blind.

"This is Robyn, Sophia, Sky, and Moon," Glass said in order.