Ash x Scourge

Ashfur slowly opened his eyes and stretched his back, his mouth opening in a wide yawn. The dawn light was barely seeping into the warriors den. Bright white light shone from outside the den and Ashfur sighed; more snow. Leafbare really was the worst time of the year. He slid outside, wincing slightly as his paws sunk into the cold, fresh snow. Since no one else was awake, he decided to go hunting. The clan needed all the food they could find at the moment. He skirted the clearing and slunk out of tunnel and trotted up the hill, mouth open to catch the scents.

Ashfur was almost at the lake when he caught a scent. Cat, definately, but it didn't smell like any of the clans cats... Actually, it was kind of familiar. He dropped into a hunter's crouch and slid noiselessly into a bush. He peered out and studied the strange cat. The cat was small, yet definately a male. He had pure black fur and had a purple collar, studded with teeth. The cat's ear twitched, and he turned his head. His ice blue eyes focused on the bush Ashfur was hiding in and he held his breath. The cat had one white sock and he looked dangerous, yet... handsome? Sucking in a deep breath, he slid out from under the bush and confronted the stranger. "Who are you and what are you doing on Thunderclan territory?" Ashfur demanded, letting his fur brsitle and arched his back to make him look bigger.
The smaller looked up at him, his blue eyes glinting with interest. Ashfur felt himself being sucked into those blue eyes, and shook his head, not realizing his fur had flattened. "I'm Scourge." He said simply, not giving any other information away.
Ashfur cautiously padded closer to Scourge. He took a sniff and sat down next to Scourge. He could have sworn he heard a soft, rumbly purr as he did so, but when he listened again, it was gone. "I'm Ashfur." He introduced himself, already feeling comfortable with this tom and trusted him completely.
It was a strange feeling. But it was nice. Scourge shifted slightly, making their fur brush and Ashfur felt himself heat up, in spite of the snow. He twitched his whiskers and the snow fell off of them. Scourge's tail flicked some snow off of Ashfur's shoulders, his tail lying their for a moment before he reluctantly draggged it away. Grinning, Ashfur scooped up a pawful of snow and flung it at Scourge, who immediately leaped up, fur bristling playfully. "I'll get you for that!" He growled, eyes full of mischeif.
Scourge scooped up a pawful of snow and flung it at Ashfur's retreating back.

Purring with happiness, Ashfur ducked behind a bush, his fur soaked with snow. He strained his ears to listen. A soft purr was all the warning he got before he was pushed into the snow. He rolled onto his back and gazed into Scourge's ice blue eyes, a purr rumbling through his whole body. Unexpectedly, Scourge leaned down and licked Ashfur's cheek. Ashfur's fur heated up and their eyes locked.

Their trance was broken by the loud crashing of a ThunderClan patrol. Ashfur glanced away in alarm and stiffened. Scourge seemed to be frozen with panic. They both knew that if he was to be found, he would be killed. The mere thought hurt Ashfur deeper than he thought possible. Slithering out from under Scourge, he pushed him into the snow, piling snow on top of him with urgency. "Stay there until I come get you! Don't move a muscle and don't make a sound!" Ashfur hissed, Scourge just looked up at Ashfur with his big blue eyes, pleading for him to return.
He gently rested his nose on Scourge's before he dashed off, covering any scent of Scourge with his own. Then he rolled in the snow to rid himself of the scent. Spotting a thrush, he dropped into a hunting crouch and crept up on it, pouncing and killing it a heartbeat before the ThunderClan patrol appeared. Lionblaze was leading it, with Dovewing, Squirrelflight, Millie and Thornclaw. Ashfur looked up at them, thrush dangling from his mouth. The patrol waved their tails in greeting but carried on walking. Ashfur's heart skipped a beat as they paused next to where Scourge was hidden. He prayed to Starclan that they didn't find him. Dovewing's ear twitched and Ashfur was sure they would find him. But she just shook her head and they moved on. He let out his breath and waited a while until he was sure they were gone. Then he padded up to Scourge and nosed him out of the snow. The poor little cat was shaking with cold, and his whiskers were frozen. He stiffly shook himself, shaking like crzy. He sneezed and pawed at his nose, trying to warm it up. Ashfur dropped the freshkill at his paws and nudged it towards Scourge. Maybe the warm freshkill would warm him up a bit. The wind changed and Ashfur glanced up at the sky. Snow was drifting down from the clouds, slowly get stronger. A chilly wind buffeted his fur. Glancing around, he knew they would have to find shelter and wait the storm out. Seeing a hole hidden by tree roots, Ashfur padded over to it and pawed the snow away from the enterance. Scenting the air, he couldn't smell any predators, only the scent of the earth and a faint mouse scent. He cautiously snuck inside. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he found that it was a very large den and was warm and cozy. Giving a purr of satisfaction, he crawl out again. Scourge looked up when he padded over, still shaking violently. He had eaten the thrush but it hadn't helped. Feeling alarmed, he pressed against the smaller cats black fur. "I've found a nice warm place we can wait out the storm! It's perfect," Ashfur mewed excitedly.
Scourge said nothing, just pressed closer to Ashfur's warmth.
Ashfur gently lead Scourge to the den and let him slip inside first. Then he followed and realised the hole wasn't as big as he first thought. He could had enough room to turn around, but that was about it. Not that he minded...

Scourge was crouching in the middle of the den, his shivering not as violent now. Ashfur padded over to him and wrapped himself around Scourge, purring comfortingly and started washing Scourge's fur.

Eventually, Scourge relaxed completely and his breaths beacame even and peaceful. Ashfur lay his head down on his paws and closed his eyes. It was nice, just him and Scourge. No need for worrying or being caught. His last thought before he drifted off to sleep was that he and Scourge to be together forever.

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Ashfur woke up to find the storm was still blowing and night had fallen. Scourge was purring contentedly in his sleep, warm at last. Ashfur was stiff from lying in one position for so long, but he didn't want to disturb Scourge. His muscles screamed a protest and he sighed, slowly getting up, stretching his legs as far as he could reach and arching his back until he trembled. Scourge let out a soft mew of protest in his sleep, looking innocent and vulnerable. Ashfur let out a soft purr and wrapped himself around Scourge again, his heart beating overtime as Scourge snuggled into him and purred louder than ever.

Scourge... Suddenly he remembered why Scourge had looked so familiar! He was the leader of BloodClan! But - but he had died! Hadn't he? Looking down at the little cat, it was hard to believe he could do any wrong. It didn't matter where he came from, Ashfur decided. BloodClan had seperated when they thought Scourge had died. Poor Scourge, he had no one now. Then he shook his head. He has me...

The little black cat woke up a while later, purring as he arched his back in a strecth. Ashfur admired him as his muscles rippled under his coat. Scourge turned to him and stretched his neck to touch noses softly. Ashfur let out a loud purr and nuzzled Scourge's neck. To his surprise, Scourge rolled over, exposing his soft underbelly in a show of complete and utter trust.