A/N: Hey, guys, I'm back! How was your Easter, if you celebrate Easter, or your free time if you don't? For those of you who don't have Easter break at school, have a cookie. (::)

Also, my condolences to anyone who lives in Brussels/ has family or friends in Brussels. (My parents were actually seriously considering taking the family there over Easter break...)

And just so you guys know, the Warriors Fanfiction Advice Guide is coming off of hiatus. I know I said I would put everything on hiatus, but I changed my mind.

Herp: You may or may not be right. That would make for a great plot twist, but... I probably won't use it. XD

SleepyGhosty: Not everyone is going to have an Undertale analog, I just threw in Sans and Papyrus because Undertale is awesome. Ivypaw would actually be closer to taking Frisk's 'role,' but this isn't going to follow the Undertale storyline. It's actually going to be closer to Greek morality plays. You may be right about your suspicions about Scourge's followers, but I'm not at liberty to say. ;)

Guest: If you go back and look at the allegiances, you'll see that Wolfpaw got made a warrior as Wolfheart. I was planning on using her in this chapter, but I don't know if I'll get around to it.

Shadowman: I didn't expect anybody to come up with that theory about Chalice... I said already that the Scourge reincarnated cat was a tom, but still, that would be an interesting plot twist. It won't happen, though.

Ivypaw stretched and squinted at the morning sun. Although Fiery had let him go on the hunting patrol, he hadn't waited until the next day to give him fighting practice, and in all the chaos he hadn't got a full look round the territory. He knew it stretched in the south to the Drowned Twolegplace, in the west to the Spirerocks, and in the north until the river, but he wanted a full look around the territory.

"Ivypaw. Good, you're awake."

Ivypaw turned with dread to see Fiery coming towards him. I hope we don't have to do more horrible things like yesterday, he thought, and so was surprised when Fiery spoke.

"I worked you a little hard yesterday." he admitted. "I'm giving you today off to do whatever you want. Within reason," he added hastily as Ivypaw's eyes began glowing.

"Oh, sure." Ivypaw smiled. Lying around doing nothing sounded rather pleasant.

"Have fun," Fiery grinned, not pleasantly, and walked away.

Ivypaw nodded, then turned as Lionpaw approached him. "Oh, good, you're free today." she meowed. "I need your help. Talon told me I have to get some herbs. We're short on tansy and alder bark, and he wants some more goldenrod as well."

Fury burned in Ivypaw's eyes, and before he really understood what he was doing, he snapped, "I'm not going to waste my free time on herbs!", adding scornful emphasis to the last word. "I'm going to do what I like!" He turned from his sister and ran.

What just happened? Ivypaw wondered as he burst through the camp entrance. Wolfheart, who was guarding it, looked oddly at him but said nothing. I don't know what I just did or why, but... something went wrong. I've never spoken to Lionpaw like that, not even when I'm angry!

He realized with horror that he wasn't sure if he could trust himself anymore.

"Ouch!" Chalice reached around and started to lick her leg, but Sans swatted her tongue. "It's best if you leave it alone for now." he informed her.

"I know, but I can't help it. It itches!" she complained.

"Broken bones itch all the time!" Papyrus contributed. "I remember when we were up north on the sun-drown-place with that crazy old badger- you remember, Sans, you told her a bunch of flea-brained jokes- and I fell out of a tree sixty fox-lengths high!"

"How'd you survive that?" Chalice asked with no small horror.

"I only fell out two fox-lengths up." admitted Papyrus with a laugh. "Still, it hurt and itched like all the bites of a thousand gnats, especially in my-"

"Okay, Chalice doesn't need to know that part." Sans remarked, placing his tail over his brother's mouth.

"So do you two know exactly where we're heading?" Chalice asked. "All you told me after we found out we were running away from the same group of cats was that there was a safe zone somewhere, and even then you were extremely vague."

"Hey, vagueness is my expertise." Papyrus admitted with a laugh. "Sans is the one who knows where it is."

"I've heard rumors that a group of rogues have set up a group based on principles of equality, order, and a 'warrior code.'" Sans gazed at the setting sun and the now barely-visible waters of the drowned Twolegplace. "It's somewhere north of the drowned Twolegplace, but we're not sure where. The rogues we spoke to were either trying to kill us a second later or were scared of us. They couldn't help it, poor saps." Sans turned and grinned. "They'd probably never seen anybody as handsome as me."

"Oh, dream on, brother!" Papyrus shoved Sans amiably.

"We've been searching ever since we heard of it." Sans concluded.

"Where are you guys from anyway?" asked Chalice.

"I could ask the same of you." Sans looked at the sun again. "Anyway, we're from far, far away. The place we lived was the very definition of disorder. It was so chaotic that cats from the outside just referred to it as 'the Havoc.' There were only two reasons to stay alive in the Havoc: family and revenge. Papyrus and I were lucky to have each other so we didn't fall into the other means of staying alive. In fact, I'm fairly certain we're the only cats there who didn't live for revenge."

"I've never heard of the Havoc..." Chalice began.

"Be grateful for that." Sans sat down and stared in the dirt. "And be even more grateful you didn't have to grow up there."