REMEMBER—who should end up with Hollypaw… dun, dun, and dun!
Lionpaw walked out of the bus, and he saw Hollypaw leading Jaypaw towards the school.
School blows, he thought and, with a shrug, walked up the white stairs and pushed open the doors.
He was hit with the smell of many, many cats. She-cats glanced at him as he passed, the jocks were talking in a corner, the emo cats were in the shadows, and the bullies were milling around, beating the living dirt out of any nobody that passed.
Lionpaw stopped at this thought. What was he? Well, he knew that he wasn't she-cat, but was he a jock? A nobody? An emo? He didn't think that he was a bully, but who was he?
He had to think fast. The nerds were the closest to his left, and the jocks were farther. And all the same, Scourge and his two henchmen Thistleclaw and Dustpelt were getting closer.
Oh, no…
Scourge was in front of him now. He was undersized, and his collar was full of teeth. His ice-blue eyes glared down at Lionpaw.
Lionpaw raised his head. He was almost as tall as Scourge. "Hey, look. Fresh gold meat," Scourge laughed at Lionpaw, and grabbed him by the neck.
Lionpaw hissed, "Get bent, Scourge."
Thistleclaw, the biggest and not-to-brightest, growled, "Let 'em have it, Scourge! Yay, you punch him up good, ya!"
Lionpaw could smell Scourge's scent—and it smelt like dirty gym socks and Purdy's dung. "Get it over with, then."
Scourge tossed Lionpaw against the ground. He said, "You've got spunk, senior. I'll remember that, next time we cross paths."
Then the three toms turned and went to wail on Kestrelpaw.
"…Did Scourge just leave you alone?" gasped a voice behind him. Lionpaw turned and saw Mousepaw, Berrypaw, Owlpaw, and Pouncepaw standing there, eyes wide with shock.
"I think so," Lionpaw said.
Owlpaw cleared his throat and mewed, "Er—let's get to P.E."
ONE P.E. CLASS LATER…
Lionpaw waited in the lunch line beside Jaypaw and Hollypaw. "Harepaw said that Scourge left you alone," Jaypaw meowed.
"He did," Lionpaw shrugged, "No big deal."
"I bet you let him have it. Did you use that one move Brambleclaw taught us?" Hollypaw asked eagerly.
"Erm—yeah," Lionpaw lied, though he enjoyed it, "I raked my claws down Thistleclaw's neck. Then, Dustpelt raced behind me. I punched his eyes, and he flew backwards. Scourge saw all this and ran away, wailing."
"Whoa—" said Heatherpaw, who was standing beside Hollypaw.
Lionpaw ignored her comment as many toms and she-cats gasped as they heard his out-of-the-box tale.
He grabbed some milk, got a mouse-burger, and went to sit down, but suddenly a brown tabby paw grabbed his shoulders.
It was Dustpelt.
"Scourge wants you to eat with him," Dustpelt growled, "I'd hurry, or else he might have a little blonde bone on his collar."
"I'm gold," Lionpaw spat at him.
Dustpelt shrugged, "Sure, whatever. Come on, or you'll miss out on all the fun."
He led Lionpaw towards the center of the cafeteria, were Scourge and Thistleclaw were waiting. Scourge's paws were stained red, as though he had done some major punching.
Lionpaw turned and saw that Jaypaw had gone to sit beside Owlpaw, Mousepaw, Hazelpaw, Hollypaw, and Heatherpaw, and knew that he was safe.
"Ok, goldie, what do they call you?" Scourge asked.
"Yeah, what do they call you? What they call you! What they—" Thistleclaw said stupidly, until Dustpelt clawed his ear.
Thistleclaw shut up.
"Lionpaw," Lionpaw replied, "My name is Lionpaw Claws."
Scourge nodded and said, "Well Lionpaw, I'm Scourge Blood, this is Thistleclaw Pine, and that's Dustpelt Thunder."
Lionpaw was sweating. They seemed to either be plotting his death, or inviting him.
Scourge said, "This is a limited time offer. Would you wish to join us?"
At that moment, Kestrelpaw accidently stumbled and hit Thistleclaw's back. Thistleclaw grabbed the poor little tabby and threw him into two other nerds.
Nightcloud, the math teacher, raced up and screamed: "MR. PINE STOP THROWING MR. WIND INTO MR. TORN AND MR. WHITE!"
Thistleclaw growled, and Nightcloud walked away.
"Go get laid by Tigerstar, b****," Scourge murmured under his breath.
Lionpaw's eyes widened in shock at Scourge's comment. Being from ThunderClan, were they used fox-heart and mouse-brain, he didn't say the real cuss words.
Scourge caught Lionpaw's widened eyes and snorted, "You don't cuss, kitty? Or, do you say 'mouse-brain' and 'fox-heart'?" He said the mouse-brain and fox-heart like a warrior teaching a move to a kit, real slow.
Lionpaw said, "No. I cuss, and I can fight."
"Really, then?" snickered Dustpelt. "Why don't you go screw with Pebblepaw?"
Lionpaw growled, "Why would I want to screw with Pebblepaw? Or is he your secret crush, Dustpelt?"
Dustpelt spat, "I'm going to kill him." He stood and reached out for Lionpaw, but Thistleclaw said, "No, no, no, Dustpelt!"
Scourge looked down at Lionpaw. "You've got spunk," he repeated, "And now you're going to be my apprentice."
Ah, the price from lying. What will Lionpaw do? Will Lionpaw's rumors spread to Scourge? REVIEW!
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