Author Notes - Well well well... isn't this an interesting story? This is a PAW Patrol fanfiction that takes the focus away from the dogs, and puts it on their 'evil' (and kitty) counterparts, the Kit-Tastrophe Crew. Or Kitten Catastrophe Crew. Whatever.
I love the idea of the heroic puppy rescue team having 'evil counterparts' that consist of kittens. That is perfect.
And as a cat person who loves this idea, I really like watching episodes with them. Which is why it strikes me as odd that they rarely appear in any fanfiction.
The only issue I have with them is their sheer lack of development - odd, considering how good the show usually is at it. They each don't have much personality beyond 'cat' and 'causes trouble', and they don't even OFFICIAL NAMES as far as I am aware.
So, here's one starring them. Not only that, but I gave them their own personalities, names, and even genders.
Due to the themes and some of the protagonists being less than likeable, expect this story to have a darker, more mean-spirited tone at times.
CHAPTER ONE - A CRASH LANDING
'I don't get it.'
The little light brown kitten sat at the top of the cat jungle gym. He couldn't sleep, even though he wanted to. He couldn't figure out why, though.
Was it the big heavy jetpack on his bag? He slept with that all the time. Maybe it was the little grey kitten who would not shut up as she hunted the ball of yarn. Whatever it was, sleeping wasn't on his mind, or at least as much as it usually was.
'Don't get what?' The grey kitten stopped playing for just a moment to speak, before returning to her game.
The kitten in blue, laying on the cavern floor, rolled over and groaned. She glared at the light brown kitten.
'Ignore him, Trash! He's doing it again.'
'Doing what again?'
The orange-clad kitten finished off her kibble, and rolled her eyes. 'Another one of his speeches, it seems. Let him be, Thief.'
Thief groaned, figured she wasn't getting sleep that night, and got up. She walked over to the TV remote, and...
'SAY HELLO TO THE MOST HEROIC TEAM IN ADVE-'
'GAH, stupid ads! Kasandra is supposed to be on right now.'
The white-with-black-spots kitten heard the loud and sudden ad, and dived into one of the boxes in the jungle gym.
Thief turned the TV off and kicked the remote away. 'Do those mutts need to ruin our TV time too?!'
Trash frowned. 'Aw. I was enjoying that too.'
'SHUT UP!'
Trash was silenced, and ran the other way. The spotted cat by the name of Flame buried her head and moaned.
The cat in yellow awoke from her nap, and glared at Thief. She pranced over to her, and bit into her tail.
'OW! Hey, Crumble, what the-?!'
'You do not yell at Trash or Flame. Ever.'
'Hmph. Just because you're the oldest doesn't mean you have power over me.'
Crumble bared her teeth and hissed. Thief flinched and jumped away. Trash laughed at her, while Drought sighed. Flame remained shivering in her hiding spot.
It was just a normal night for Crash, hence why he always sat at the top. He ignored his female teammates, and continued his thinking.
'I just don't understand it. Everyone loves those dogs. Why don't they like us?'
They weren't really hated it seemed - being adorable kittens probably helped - but compared to how beloved the dogs were, they were nothing.
'Cos everyone is that town is an idiot!' Thief said.
'Uh, maybe...' Trash said. 'It's because... they're better than us?'
'Better than us? HA! No dog could ever be better than a cat!'
Better than us...
No one ever took what Trash said seriously, for good reason, but now Crash couldn't help thinking... what if she was right?
No. Thief was right. A dog could never be better than a cat.
Or could they?
'I don't think we should care.' Drought said. 'If we spend all our time thinking about the Paw Patrol, we're wasting it.'
Flame climbed out of her spot, and up to the top with her only male comrade. He didn't move and accepted her acquaintance.
'Y-you've been thinking about them a lot. Why is that?'
He didn't answer her, instead drifting off into his thoughts, off to the day that started this 'obsession' in the first place.
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The day was already off to a pretty poor start. He, as he often called him, had ordered them to wash his socks, because apparently using a washing machine was too much for him; kitty slavery was easier.
None of them, even Trash, were happy about it, but still they did it. Crash's job was to dry them off in the most ridiculous way possible - flying around with them.
The problems began when a couple of baby eagles, of all things, swooped by and snatched up the sock. He struggled to get it back, and...
Somehow, he ended up caught in a branch above a rather big fall, next to a nest. In most situations, he could just fly off, the one thing he would always be thankful of him for. Alas, it seemed his wings didn't wanna work.
He noticed on the road below him, that fisherman guy who talked like a children's book and the clumsy Dalmatian pup looked up to him. He didn't remember or care what they said, but one thing stayed in his mind.
He know they called him 'she'.
He hated it. No one, not even him, knew that the pink-clad kitty was the only boy among five girls. Everyone seemed to think he was the only girl, just like the flying pup. The others, except for Trash who didn't mind, weren't happy with everyone thinking they were boys either.
You think it wouldn't be so hard for someone to just check him, but that wasn't something people were comfortable with doing.
Was it because he wore pink, his favourite colour? Or was it because he assumed they were the same as the dogs, and everyone just went with it?
Whatever it was, it wasn't like he could do anything about it.
The Dalmatian climbed up his ladder to save him, but all the flying kitty needed was a little boost and off he went.
But he needed that dang sock back.
Then, she arrived. Who else could it be?
She tried to save him, but he ignored her. After all, why should he care what a dog is going on about? Though he couldn't help wondering if listening to her would get him out of trouble.
The dog team and fish guy had no reason to worry about him. He was just playing around with the baby birds. The moment the momma eagle returned, he could fly off.
And he did, making sure to shed his fur all over the police dog's truck, so at least he could cause trouble after the fact.
When Crash finally returned to his comrades, all of whom except for Thief was very happy about, he was told that he only cared about his stupid socks, not the life of his kitten.
Something about that day... still spoke to him. He and the girls had been saved many times, but this day...
Author Notes - When characters like the Kitten Catastrophe Crew have such little development, I see it as an opportunity to take said characters and build on them.
I have a question for you - how do you think the 'evil counterparts' feel about their designation, especially when they are constantly being saved by the heroes? Spoilers... they don't like it very much.
I chose Crash, the kitty counterpart to Skye, to be the main character as this entire story was inspired by the episode 'Pups Save a Flying Kitty'. The whole 'gender-swapping' thing is just because that's how I always saw it; five females and a male in pink, more-or-less to further the contrast. So when the show went against this... that's an opportunity!
