Author's Note: You thought I was dead, didn't you? XD It's been almost a year since I've last been on this site. *looks back at old stories and cringes* Well, here's a new story for all of you. Finally. I'm quitting Owlflight, sorry, because the plot was seriously awful and the writing was mediocre, at best. I hope this one will be slightly better X3

Chapter 1

"Sparrowpaw!" The she-cat dug her claws in the frail, wobbly branch. She tried not to imagine what would happen if she slipped. "You... you little-"

"Now now, Cloudpaw," said Sparrowpaw, amused. "Don't get your tail in a twist. It's only your fault you decided to climb to the top of the tree."

"That's because you said you would put fire ants in my nest if I didn't!" Cloudpaw shrieked. "You are the worst brother ever!" Sparrowpaw snickered and walked away, leaving Cloudpaw hanging, both metaphorically and literally.

Sparrowpaw was smiling and purring all the way back to camp. His mentor, Snowpelt took one look at him and asked, "What did you do this time? And where's Cloudpaw?"

Sparrowpaw shrugged. "I don't know," he said. Years of lying to his mentors about his jokes had taught him what he should do (give vague answers, look sincere) and what he shouldn't (tell a ridiculous lie). "Cloudpaw said she was going to hunt some more or something."

Snowpelt narrowed her eyes. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah," said Sparrowpaw coolly. "Something about trying to hunt squirrels and birds in the trees." Snowpelt sniffed.

"Okay," Snowpelt said. "Do whatever you want, then." The pure-white she-cat had long since given up trying to mentor Sparrowpaw. The young tom may have had a problem with pranks, but she couldn't deny that he was a skilled hunter and fighter. And whenever he cleaned out the elder's den, the elders would ask him to please leave because he would often prank them, placing twigs and ticks in their nests.

Sparrowpaw smirked and then padded over to the medicine cat's den. As he had hoped, the medicine cat, Thistlepelt, was out, and only the apprentice was inside, sorting leaves.

"Berrypaw!" Sparrowpaw yelled, since the apprentice had a bad ear. Berrypaw stopped working and looked up. "What?"

Sparrowpaw's eyes shone with delight. "I got Cloudpaw out of the way," he said. Berry froze. "You... you killed her?" he gasped. Sparrowpaw snorted.

"Nah," he said, "only trapped her in a tree." He laughed. Berry purred. "She deserves it, anyway," Sparrowpaw continued, "the nosy she-cat."

Berrypaw nodded. "Yeah. I mean, being her brother, I guess I should feel bad that we prank her so much and all, but really," he said, "she is the worst for keeping secrets. I'd tell her, 'My ear aches again, but don't tell mom because I don't want her to worry,' and she'd blurt it out at the next clan meeting."

"It completely justifies our little jokes," said Sparrowpaw. "It's not like a prank ever hurt anybody. Some cat will come along and rescue her from the tree and she'll go back to whining."

"And she's so self-centered."

"And annoying."

"Eavesdrops ALL THE TIME."

"Sticks her nose in other cats' business."

"Complains about everything."

"Her voice is annoying. Oh, and by the way," added Sparrowpaw, "I just thought of a great prank."

"What?"

Sparrowpaw snickered. "You go and tell Cloudpaw that you've had a dream. Tomorrow, I mean."

"Uh-huh."

"And then you tell her you had the dream about her."

"What? Why?"

"Shh." Sparrowpaw whacked him on the head. "Don't interrupt me. So, anyway, you tell her the dream was about her, and that it was obviously from StarClan, and that you were pretty sure it showed her battling against some evil-doers and that you had no idea what it meant."

"Wait," said Berrypaw. "Isn't that a prophecy dream?"

"Yeah!" said Sparrowpaw. "But don't tell her that. She'll think it's a prophecy, and she'll say so, and then Cloudpaw will feel so smart and special." Sparrowpaw laughed. "And no doubt she'll tell the leader, and when Dirt - sorry, Duststar asks you about it, just shake your head and deny everything and claim Cloudpaw is delusional."

"That's mean."

"Exactly. Cloudpaw deserves some mean. Let her think she's all special, then bring her down a few notches, where her head's not stuck in the clouds but down on the ground."

"Huh," said Berrypaw. "You are good at thinking up rude, embarrassing, awful jokes to play on others." Berrypaw grinned. "Let's do it."