I'm back with the next chapter! On a role, here! I just can't stop writing this. I'm having too much fun.

!ALERT! The title and cover of this story will be changed next update. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors.

Hollyleaf sighed as she put down the video game controller. She had just been called to wash the dishes, and absolutely would not break anymore Rules. Even if it was in a life-or-death situation.

Ten minutes later her mom drove her to her Psychiatrist. After a little test to see if she belonged in an asylum with her brother, she had been signed up for therapy sessions. During the last few weeks that she had been taking them, her resolve to follow the Rules had grown. The psychiatrist, Littlecloud, seemed to think this was a bad thing, for some reason. She'd heard him discussing it with Leafpool. She wasn't eavesdropping, of course, she just happened to be passing by . . . yes, just passing by, because spying was against the Rules. . . .

By the time counseling had finished and she had gotten home, it was time to make dinner. Unfortunately, they got home one minute late.

"LIONBLAZE!" she shrieked. "YOU HAVEN'T STARTED MAKING DINNER! This is bad, this is really, really bad. The whole universe has been thrown off balance! And it's all YOUR FAULT! If Crowfeather hears about this, he'll- he'll-" At this point she started screaming incoherently while Lionblaze stared at her over the top of his sports magazine. "Er . . . Sorry?"

"SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT, MOUSEBRAIN! WE'LL BE PUNISHED AND MY WHOLE SCHEDULE WILL BE THROWN OFF BALANCE! I swore a vow to myself that I'd never break it . . . But look what you've done-!"

"Fine, fine, I'll start dinner-"

He was cut off by Leafpool. "Don't worry, I started making it as soon as we got home. Really, Lionblaze, you should know better than to leave dinner for later, you know how your sister's OCD can get."

The warrior sighed. "I lost track of the time. You don't have to freak out about it. What are we having for dinner, anyway?"

"Fried mouse," Hollyleaf replied. "It says so on the calendar. It's the Rules. If we don't have fried mouse tonight, we'll be breaking the Warrior Code."

"I get it, you don't have to remind me." He buried his face in his magazine again.

Three minutes later.

"Lionblaze, please clear the table of your football gear."

"In a minute."

"SHE SAID TO DO IT! YOU'VE GOT TO OR YOU'LL BE BREAKING THE WARRIOR CODE!" Hollyleaf shrieked.

"Just let me finish the darn page, rule freak!"

"But-"

"My coach told me to catch up on things."

She blinked. "Oh no. Obeying the coach is a Rule, but so is obeying you mother. Dear StarClan, WHAT DO WE DO?"

Leafpool peered out the window. "There's a sign. That cloud says he should obey his coach." She pointed out a soccer ball-shaped cloud.

Hollyleaf collapsed on a chair that had its back to the door, which opened. She turned and peeked over the top of it.

Crowfeather, who had just entered, froze. "Er . . . Honey I'm home?" he croaked.

Hollyleaf gave an approving nod and sat down properly, shuddering at the thought of what had happened yesterday.

Flashback

Crowfeather opened the door and dragged his muddy paws across the floor, exhausted. "Work was terrible today!" he moaned. "I was sent on the dawn patrol, and . . ."

Hollyleaf didn't hear the rest. She was too busy staring and the mud stains adorning the formerly pristine white carpet. After a few heartbeats of horror, she jumped on her father with a battlecry. "WHEN YOU GET HOME YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY 'HONEY, I'M HOME!' NOT MOAN ABOUT YOUR HORRIBLE DAY AND DRAG YOUR PAWS ON THE FLOOR! The Rules! Not wiping your feet is against the Rules!" She collapsed on the floor and started crying.

End Flashback

She did not want a repeat of that horrific evening.

Crowfeather's POV

He had been careful to wipe his paws outside the door, and had remembered what to say in order to keep Hollyleaf from tackling him. Now he just had to play it safe, so as not to suffer her wrath. Or maybe he could just tie her to her chair . . . No, no, she would just start screaming. But if he gagged her too . . . No. That would count as child abuse. If only those darn kids would just move out, like Jayfeather had. Of course, he'd been sent to an asylum, but still.

"So, what's for dinner?" he asked.

Leafpool put a large plate in the center of the table. "Fried mouse."

A few minutes later saw the family sitting around the table, quietly chewing. For some reason Hollyleaf was glaring at Crowfeather. He looked up.

"Is something wrong, Hollyleaf?"

"You're supposed to say thank you and compliment the meal," she growled. "It's in the Rules."

"Oh. Um . . . It's delicious, Leafpool. You should make it again tomorrow night.

The next moment he found himself on the floor with Hollyleaf punching him in the face. "The calendar says roasted vole is tomorrow's dinner! WE CAN'T HAVE FRIED MOUSE AGAIN UNTIL NEXT WEEK!"

Can you see why Jayfeather moved out? The household of insanity is not a pleasant place to live. :P

Also, would anyone like to see something about Purdy's time in the Asylum?

Next chapter, you lovely readers will discover who the next cats of the asylum are! Please review, I'd like this story to catch up with Hypnosis (97 reviews).

Anyone want to guess who the next main characters will be?

-Kareha