A/N: So, I'm bored, and I was playing this game that gave me a few ideas for this story. Well, don't hit me and enjoy this!

Warning: These are furries! Meaning they're animals that dress, walking, interact, and talk like people. This story also involves bad language and bloody fighting. If you don't like any of these, please leave now! Otherwise, enjoy~!

Live Up to Your Name

~Prologue~

The black feline slowly made her way down the dark, stone streets, her violet eyes admiring the little shops on the street.

"Good evening, Miss Smile!" called out one of the owners of a flower stand, waving his white paw at the she-cat. "How are you this fine night?"

"Oh, guten Abend, Mr. Stripes," Smile replied, slowly walking over to the tom. "I'm fine. How about yourself? Have you sold any flowers yet?"

"I'm great! And I've sold a few roses, lilies, and forget me nots!" he told her with a proud voice, rising his head towards the starry sky, hearing her giggle. "Hey! What's going on with you and your job?"

"Oh, that?" Smile sighed, shaking her head. "Well, I got fired..."

"What?! Why? You were such a wonderful worker!" Stripes seemed so angry that his friend was now jobless.

"I dunno. Boss decided that I had to go, so I went," she explained with a sigh. The tom thought for a moment, before a large smile started to spread across his fluffy face.

"Hey! You're a great fighter, aren't ya?" he asked. Smile shrugged, tilting her head and giving him a questioning look.

"I suppose... where are you getting at?" Stripes held up a finger as he bent down, rummaging through useless papers and empty boxes. "AHA!" The tom finally stood back up to full height, shoving a small poster in the feline's paws, smiling as she read the text aloud.

"World fighting tournament being held on March 15th, 2014. If you got what it takes to beat the best, show up at Nightrun Drive at 9:30 pm. No weapons or magic allowed. Only claws, fists, teeth, and tails. Street fighting allowed," Smile looked at Stripes, still having the questioning look. "Stripes, I'll ask once more: Where are you getting at?"

"That, my female friend," started Stripes with an excited tone. "is what will get your bills paid, food on the table, and new fancy clothes! The reward, if you beat every single cat, is three million dollars! Think of it! A new home, a new life, better things! You got this! All you have to do, is beat everyone!"

"I dunno, buddy," she sighed, shaking her head and handing the poster back. "I haven't fought in a long time. Ever since I moved here to Shadow City, I've never had to fight! I think I've gotten rusty, or whatever."

"But that's the beauty of it!" Stripes cheered, leaving his little shop and walking in front of his friend, putting his paws on her shoulders and shaking her. "You can learn again! You can even learn new moves! C'mon, Smile! Please~! If everything doesn't turn out well, you can throw me in the lake with a piece of cement tied to my tail!"

"...Promise?" The tom could only smile.

"Promise!" Smile nodded, making Stripes jump in pure joy, and cling to the she-cat.

"Yes! I love you!" He started to hop around after he released the female, singing to himself, before he ceased his actions and looked at her. "Wait... who're you gonna have train you?"

"Hm... how about..." Smile thought for a moment, before clapping her paws together and giving a hopeful smile. "Habit!"