No, silly! This story isn't done yet.

2: Rifle 101

"Prepare to die, Redshit."

Just as Thornclaw was about to pull the trigger and end his life, Redstripe ducked, spun around, and dodged just in time to avoid the flying bullet that flew from his English teacher's rifle.

"Suck my dick, bitch."

Thornclaw hissed in rage as Redstripe fled the classroom along with his other classmates. Even though he'd just pulled off an insane clutch, he needed to get out of here and make sure Icescar was okay.

The halls were a mess. By now, all twenty-eight of the students in Redstripe's class had ran out. Some of them were trying to flee the building, while others were desperately warning other classes of Mr. Thornclaw's murder. This meant that other cats were now running out of their classes, and the hallway was full of screaming, pushing, fleeing high schoolers.

The staff were trying to keep this under control, but their voices were drowned out and the halls were flooded so nobody could get to the closet where they kept the microphone.

Mr. Thornclaw shot three more students, then jumped out the window. His van was parked right next to the landing, so he made a break for it.

Redstripe fled the building with Icescar and the rest of his class. It was a huge relief to be outside, free from the chaos of the school at last. He ran as far away as he could, then walked all the way home.

"Hello, hello, welcome to class..." Mr. Brackenfur, the replacement teacher, greeted Redstripe and the few cats behind him.

Only four of them had come to class. Neither Icescar or Jadeclaw (who was his other best friend) had showed up. It was just Redstripe, two nerds who couldn't stand to miss a single school day even if their teacher had just attempted a school shooting, and some 18-year old clown who had about a billion tattoos, and ridiculously long hair (fur?) down one side of his face, creating a half-emo. Nobody ever talked to this cat, nobody knew anything about him except for the fact that he had to repeat his freshman year twice, and that he did drugs. A lot. He'd once been caught taking LSD in the bathroom by another drug-addicted student who told the class. The only reason Redstripe was here was because his mom was a fucking lunatic and would do anything, literally anything to see his grades rise at least a tiny bit. Whether that meant sending him to school right after a shooting or not, she didn't care. As long as the school was open, Redstripe was going.

Brackenfur didn't say anything until all four cats were seated and looking at him expectantly. He had a creepy ass smile that put Redstripe on edge.

"Good morning class." He said simply. There was a pause before he said anything else, and then he continued.

"Welcome to Brackenfur Rifle 101. I'm going to teach you all how to use a rifle."

"GAAAAAAAAAAAH! ITS ANOTHER THORNCLAW! AAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!" One of the clowns in the back of the room started frantically shouting, running towards the door.

shot him in the back, and there was an explosion of blood, sending him crashing to the ground.

"See? That's how you shoot. Simple enough, right?"

The half-emo clown actually spoke for the first time in what seemed to be his entire life. "Yeah! I love how you shot that nerd in the back! Haha! Tell us more!"

Brackenfur laughed. "I see you're quite enthusiastic there, uh... What is your name?"

Half-emo clown didn't respond. The next thirty seconds were super awkward.

"Okay! Guess we'll call ya no-name then." He suddenly threw the rifle at the other nerd in the class. "You! Show me what you can do."

Deerflight looked utterly confused, and very scared, at having control over a rifle. This was a gun, something she never expected to hold in her hands once in her life. She soon became very stressed as time went on and the mental battle of deciding whether to do it or not raged on.

Suddenly, Deerflight stopped shaking and looked up at the class. Then she picked up the rifle, positioned her hands on it... And then turned it toward her face. She shot a bullet, and it went straight through her head, killing her.

Redstripe picked up the rifle and shot Brackenfur in the mouth.

He called for No-Name and they ran out of there as fast as possible. Redstripe left the rifle there, moving it close to Brackenfur's paw so it looked like he killed himself and Deerflight.

Redstripe was absolutely done with English class. He was no longer going to class there.

But hey, at least he learned how to shoot a rifle.