A/N: I know that there is a-lot of these, but I am still making one. It seemed fun. I also know that I did a Dovewing based one, but that one was boring. I am making this one freshly, and it is based on Hollypaw, Jaypaw :D, and Lionpaw.

Enjoy!

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Lionpaw's point of view:

"Get UP Lionpaw! I will come up and whack you out of your bed with this frying pan if you

don't!" My Mother, Squirrellflight yowled up the stairs.

"Coming Mom!" I screeched, leaping out of bed.

Jaypaw's lime green bed was a sloppy mess, but I couldn't see any movement coming

from it.

Jaypaw probably got hours ago. I thought irritably. My digital clock beeped again, and I literally almost punched it. And he didn't wake me up.

Thoughts still flurrying around through my head, I tossed on a matted old basketball jersey and some torn navy blue jeans on and raced downstairs.

"Hi Mom!" I breathed, flopping into a chair to the left of Jaypaw.

"Hey sweetie. There is some scrambled eggs and bacon on the stove. If you want, you can toss some bread in the toaster." She gasped, racing around.

"Mommy, look at this!"

I turned to see my younger brother, Thrushkit, sitting next to a disgusted Silverkit. He had a fruit loop pushed up his left nostril and was laughing uncontrollably.

"Stop that! Its gross!" Silverkit yelled, her tiny voice squeaking.

Little kids.

Glancing at my Nike watch, I noticed the hand click slowly to 7:15. Finally, the alarm went off and I stood up, just as my sister rushed in.

"Sorry I am late! I was working on my hair!" Hollypaw meowed, out of breath. She grabbed two pieces of bacon.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I am going to ride my bike to school today." I said, already halfway to the wooden door.

On my way, I snatched up my camouflage backpack, (which weighed about 900 tons.) and ran out the door.

Entering the garage, I quickly looked around and found my rusty mountain bike. Hopping on it, I realized the brakes were broken.

Beat it. I thought smugly, slinging my bag over my hunched back.

My bike went fast as I peddled furiously. Trees were a blur and other people walking their dogs and stuff were shocked.

Good for them.

School wasn't far from my house in the suburbs and I was riding quickly, so it took no longer than 7 minutes to get to school. The last part on my journey to school. (AKA, my nightmares come true.) was a steep hill, leading down to the nearly empty soccer fields.

With no hesitation shown, I raced down the hill, with incredible speed. Some girls walking to school who were chatting on the side of the road looked up in awe as I sped by. At the last moment, though, I remembered my brakes were broken.

I crashed onto the soft grass, and luckily for me, no other kids were around. My head hurt a little, but not a-lot. I started to get up when someone came over and pushed me right back down.

"Owwwww….." I moaned softly. And then I looked up.

In my way stood Breezepaw.

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A/N: This should be interesting. Now, if you guys can guess what Breezepaw is going to do, then I will put your OC somewhere in this story.

Thanks for reading!

~Seahawk~