Hey guys, gals and pals! Here's the next chapter in this story...


"I WANNA TRY!" Screeched Rainbowpaw. "Cool it," said Dabfoot. (See what I did there?)

"Oh. Sorry!" She replied hastily. Dabfoot padded over to her. "Sure, you can try," he said, "Just do what I did." "Okay!" Said Rainbowpaw. She walked to the middle of the clearing.

"Okay." She said again. She stood there and screwed up her rainbow eyes REALLY tight and clenched her jaw SUPER tight and tried to be cool. Be cool, she thought, Be cool, think cool stuff. Ummm... Rainbows, cats, Dabfoot.

She opened her eyes.

She wasn't glowing. "Whhyyyyyy diiiddn't iiiittttt woooooooooooooooorrrkkkk?!" She yowled. Dabfoot looked at her coolly. "You're all worked up," he meowed. "AM NOT!" Screamed Rainbowpaw, getting even more worked up. "Yes you are," Dabfoot said, dabbing. "AM NOT! NO WAY!" She screamed again.

"Take some deep breaths," Dabfoot dabbed. Rainbowpaw took some HUGE furrious breaths. "I. Am. Totally. CALM." She said (not so calmly).

"Oookaayyy..." Dabfoot said, "Now relax and think of stuff that makes YOU feel Cool." "Okay." Rainbowpaw took some calming breaths and relaxed. She closed her eyes and began thinking of things that made HER feel Cool.

Rainbows, the wind in my fur. Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens. Being a cat. Being me!

...

Dabfoot looked at his amazing apprentice. He stopped mid-dab.

She was glowing in neon rainbow colors. She started to lift off the ground, her fur and whiskers blew in a nonexistent breeze. She had mastered the art of Coolness.

...

Meanwhile, a jealous kit watched from the bushes. Her eyes sparked with resentment, and hatred bubbled up within her.