All the kits were standing in the same bunk as they were assigned 2 per bunk. Leafkit and Squirrelkit were together as Whitekit and Crowkit were next to them and to their right were the two kits that they met on the way to Parris Island, the long legged tom was Spiderkit and the shorter brother of his was Shrewkit. From their knowledge, they were the kits of Ferncloud born just months after the war was over. They looked older than the required age of conscription but they were willing to take in everyone that was capable of fighting. Squirrelkit nervously stood there as their drill instructor came in, he was a tiger-striped lean yet muscular tom as he was going to help the so called recruits for the next 8 weeks. He soon spoke.
"I am Gunnery Sergeant Ermey, your senior drill instructor. For now on you are to only speak when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir" do you maggots understand that?" Ermey introduced himself as their drill instructor as he laid out the directions on how he wanted to be greeted.
"Sir yes sir." The kits soon responded in unison but Ermey didn't hear them as it wasn't loud enough for him.
"Bullshit I can't hear you, sound off like you got a pair." Ermey wanted them to respond loud enough to hear their motivation.
"Sir yes Sir!" They shouted louder this time. Ermey liked the sound but he soon turned as he went to one of the random recruits. He continued to speak on what will happen on Parris Island and what they will come out of it.
"If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training. You will be a weapon, a minister of death, praying for war. But until that day, you are pukes! The lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even Warrior fucking cats! You are only unorganized, grab-asstic pieces of amphibian shit! Because I am hard, you won't like me. The more you hate me, the more you'll learn. I am hard, but I am fair! There is no racial bigotry here! I do not look down on Kittypets, kikes, wops or greasers. Here, you are all equally worthless! My orders are to weed out non-hackers who do not pack the gear to be in my beloved Corps! Do you maggots understand that?" Ermey explained on what will go down here and who he was even if he was going to be hard he was going to be fair for the kits.
"Sir yes sir." The kits said in unison they still couldn't get Ermey's full attention as he couldn't hear them.
"Bullshit I still can't hear you." Ermey told them as he wanted them to scream.
"Sir yes sir!" They shouted. Ermey nodded as he was able to heard them. He soon turned to a dark brown tom as he was wondering who he was. "What is your name Scumbag?" Ermey asked the kit wondering who he was.
"Sir Sparrowkit Sir!" Sparrowkit shouted. Ermey looked at him with disapproval as he decided to give him a new name.
"Bullshit! For now on your Private Snowball, do you like that name?" Ermey made it clear as he renamed poor Sparrowkit.
"Sir yes sir!" Sparrowkit shouted as the yelling was killing his voice. Ermey looked at him as he didn't look down to his kind.
"There's one thing you won't like Private Snowball, They don't serve fried chicken and watermelon on a daily basis in my mess hall!" Ermey shouted at Sparrowkit. Sparrowkit couldn't retaliate as all he could do was follow orders.
"Sir yes sir!" Sparrowkit. Squirrelkit and Leafkit were looking at each other as they were nervous about the type of show Ermey was putting on.
"Boy is that cat strict." Squirrelkit whispered to Leafkit. Leafkit soon turned to her sister.
"Shh." Leafkit tried to warn her but Ermey having the ears of an eagle heard the words as it made him more enraged.
"Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy communist twinkle toes cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant?" Ermey shouted as he was wondering who spoke out. No cat dared to open their mouths. Ermey looked around before speaking. "Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it! Out-fucking-standing! I will P.T. you all until you die! I will P.T. you until your assholes suck buttermilk!" Ermey was ready to grab the first cat he could find. He soon grabbed Crowkit who was frozen with fear. "Was it you, you little fuck?" Ermey shouted at Crowkit.
"Sir no sir!" Crowkit shouted as he was still trembling with fear. Whitekit ignored the shouting staying in position.
"You look like a fucking worm! I bet it was you!" Ermey shouted as he thought it was Crowkit. Crowkit was trying to look away but he couldn't as he was still stuck with fear.
"Sir no sir!" Crowkit shouted. Squirrelkit knew she had to divert the drill instructor's mouth away from Crowkit so she decided to speak.
"Sir I said it sir." Squirrelkit spoke out as she wanted to get Ermey's attention. Ermey turned to Squirrelkit as he looked at her as his brown eyes were burning with rage.
"Well, no shit. What are you, a fucking comedian? Private Joker." Ermey began as he face Squirrelkit Squirrelkit's green eyes were sharking with fear as she wasn't used to the screaming. Ermey began to false smile a bit as he did admire Squirrelkit a bit. "I admire your honesty. Hell I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister!" Ermey soon punched Squirrelkit in the stomach with his paw. Squirrelkit fell as she wasn't expecting a blow to be that strong. Squirrelkit drooled a bit of saliva as she looked up to Ermey as he continued to yell. "You little scumbag! I've got your name! I've got your ass! You will not laugh, you will not cry! You will learn by the number! Get up! Get on your paws!" Squirrelkit soon got up as she was still looking at Ermey as he continued to speak. "You best unfuck yourself or I'll unscrew your head and shit down your neck!" Ermey shouted as he wanted Squirrelkit to get with the program as she soon shouted.
"Sir yes sir!" Squirrelkit shouted. Ermey prepared to ask the kit on why she decided to join his group.
"Private Joker why did you join my beloved Corps?" Ermey asked her as she wanted to get this over so she needed to get him out of her face.
"Sir to kill sir." Squirrelkit blurted out. Ermey wasn't impressed with her statement as a result he decided to stay with her.
"So you're a killer huh?" Ermey asked her wondering if she was truly blood thirsty.
"Sir yes sir!" Squirrelkit shouted as she was trying to lie about it. She knew nothing about killing. Ermey stared her down as he was wondering how she would do it.
"Let me see your war face." Ermey decided to give her the demand. Squirrelkit began to get nervous again because she had no clue in Starclan what a war face was. Her expression was blank. She soon spoke.
"Sir…?" Squirrelkit soon went blank again as Ermey was still looking at her.
"You got a war face?" Ermey asked Squirrelkit as he was wondering if she had a war face. He soon decided to give a demonstration as he gave a short but hard scream. "That's a war face, let me see your war face." Ermey demanded. Squirrelkit screamed as she wanted to copy but what he did but hers was far from perfect. "Bullshit you didn't convince me, now let me see your real war face!" Ermey shouted as he wanted one better. Squirrelkit screamed again louder this time but it was still far from perfect. "You don't scare me, work on it." Ermey soon turned as he walked down a few columns to where a brown and white tom stood there.
"Sir yes sir!" Squirrelkit shouted as Ermey arrived to the tom as he began shouting at him too.
"What's your excuse?" Ermey asked the tom wondering why he was here but the tom was confused.
"Sir excuse for what sir?" The tom asked as he was puzzled by Ermey's demand. Ermey shouted at him.
"I'm asking the fucking questions, understand?" Ermey shouted at the tom. All the tom could do was follow orders.
"Sir yes sir!" He shouted. Ermey was a little more relaxed before he would speak again.
"Well thank you very much! Can I be in charge for a while?" Ermey asked the tom wondering if he could still have his position.
"Sir yes sir." The tom responded a bit of a much more nervous tone. Ermey felt that the tom was slowly crumbling a bit.
"Are you shook up? Are you nervous?" Ermey asked the tom if he was feeling under pressure from him.
"Sir I am sir." The tom responded as he was shaking from the fear Ermey was radiating on him.
"Do I make you nervous." The tom asked him wondering about making him nervous. The tom didn't know how to respond.
"Sir…" The tom's expression went blank as he didn't know what to say next either. Ermey was getting angry with the tom.
"Sir what are you about to call me an asshole?" Ermey shouted at him as he was wondering about what the tom was going to say next.
"Sir no sir." The tom responded as he didn't know what to say next. Ermey decided to ask him another question.
"How tall are you private?" Ermey asked the tom wondering how tall he was standing on his hind legs.
"Sir 5 foot 9 sir." The tom responded as he gave his height. Ermey wasn't impressed with it.
"5 foot 9, I didn't know they stacked shit that high! Are you trying to squeeze an inch in on me huh?" Ermey asked him wondering about the cat wondering if he was going to get taller.
"Sir no sir." The tom responded as he was still frightened by Ermey all around.
"Bullshit! I think the best part of you ran down the crack of your mama's ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress! I think you've been cheated! Where in hell are you from anyway private?" Ermey shouted at him as he wanted to know where he was after this. The brown and white kit spoke as he wanted to give his location.
"Sir Texas sir." The tom spoke. Ermey gave another explosion of a reaction as he soon shouted.
Holy dogshit! Texas! Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy! You don't look like a steer, so that narrows it down!" Ermey shouted as he heard Texas as he asked the tom another question: "Do you suck dicks?"
"Sir no sir." The tom spoke as he was trying to defend himself from Ermey's words that were being spat to him like a machine gun under heavy fire.
"You a peter puffer?" Ermey asked the tom as he was beginning to get tired of him.
"Sir no sir." The tom responded but Ermey wasn't affected by this at all.
"I'll bet you're the kind of tom would fuck a she-cat in the ass and not have the goddamn common courtesy to give her a reach-around! I'll be watching you!" Ermey stormed off leaving Cowboy alone as he went to a fat gray tom that had fur coloring similar to Graystripe. Ermey soon spoke. "Your parents have any children that lived?" Ermey began speaking to the tom.
"Sir yes sir." The tom responded as he was unnaturally fat as he was just a kit after all.
"I bet they regret that! You're so ugly you could be a modern-art masterpiece! -What's your name, fatbody?" Ermey asked him wondering what the fat kit's name was.
"Sir Leonard Lawrence sir." Leonard responded as Ermey wasn't happy with that response as he wanted more questions.
"Lawrence, Lawrence what? Lawrence of Arabia?" Ermey asked him wondering if that was the case. Ermey looked at him as that wasn't the name.
"Sir no sir." Leonard responded as Ermey wanted to ask him more questions.
"That name sounds like royalty, are you royalty?" Ermey sarcastically asked him as he wanted to tell him on what his name really was. Lawrence needed to deny this again.
"Sir no sir." Leonard responded as he wanted to deny this again. Ermey seemed keen on pushing more questions onto him.
"Do you suck dicks?" Ermey asked him wondering about the same thing about Private Cowboy.
"Sir no sir." Leonard responded as he wanted to stay true. Ermey thought he was lying.
"Bullshit I bet you can suck a golf ball through a garden hose." Ermey hissed as he thought the tom was lying to him. Lawrence was ready to defend himself.
"Sir no sir." Leonard once again denied this as he wanted to say he never did such a thing. Ermey had to comment about his name.
"I don't like the name Lawrence, only faggots and sailors are called Lawrence. For now on you're Gomer Pyle!" Ermey commented on him giving him his new name. Pyle looked at Ermey as he couldn't keep a straight face.
"Sir yes sir." Pyle responded as he was beginning to grin. Ermey didn't like that one bit.
"Do you think I'm cute Private Pyle? Do you think I'm funny?" Ermey asked him as he was wondering if the kit found him cute. Pyle knew he needed to defend himself but he couldn't stop grinning.
"Sir no sir." Pyle responded but Ermey could see that he was still grinning.
"Then wipe that disgusting grin off of your face!" Ermey was at a boiling point with this apprentice as he wanted him to change his behavior.
"Sir yes sir." Pyle responded as he was trying his best to wipe the grin off of his face but it was clear that the grin was stuck there like two pieces of wood glued together with gorilla glue. Ermey was losing his patience.
"Well any fucking time sweetheart!" Ermey shouted to him. Pyle was still grinning and it looked like it wasn't going away.
"Sir I'm trying sir." Pyle responded as he couldn't keep a straight face. Ermey was losing his temper with the kit.
"Private Pyle, I'm going to give you three seconds. Exactly three fucking seconds to wipe off that stupid grin or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you!" Ermey threatened him as he wanted that grin gone as he was ready to count to three. "One… Two… Three." Pyle soon spoke.
"Sir I can't help it sir." Pyle responded. Ermey knew he had to whip the fat kit straight. He was ready to give him his orders.
"Bullshit! Get on your knees scumbag." Ermey ordered him. Pyle soon got on his knees as Ermey puts out his paw. As he wanted to give him the order. "Now choke yourself." Pyle soon took his own paws as he began to choke himself as Ermey knew that this wasn't the way to do it. "Goddamn it! With my paw num-nuts!" Pyle soon went as he grabbed Ermey's paw to choke himself on as Ermey reacted with another scream. "Don't pull my fucking paw over there I said choke yourself, now lean forward and choke yourself." Pyle soon obeyed as he leaned forward into Ermey's paw as he began to choke the kit hard to see if he was still grinning. "Are you still grinning?" Pyle was struggling to breathe as he had a firm grip over the kit's throat.
"Sir no sir." Pyle's voice was getting raspy from lack of air. His face began turning another color. Ermey still couldn't hear him.
"Bullshit! I can't hear you!" Ermey shouted as he wanted Pyle to scream like he has got a pair. Pyle spoke again.
"Sir no sir." Pyle shouted louder but his face was turning blue from the lack of oxygen. Ermey still wasn't impressed.
"Bullshit! I still can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair!" Ermey shouted to Pyle. Pyle soon looked at him.
"Sir yes sir!" Pyle shouted as Ermey soon released him from his grip satisfied or the fact Pyle was starting to turn blue. Pyle was panting for oxygen.
"That's enough, get on your paws." Pyle soon got up back to his paws as Ermey wanted to give some words to him. "Private Pyle, you best square your ass away and start shitting my Tiffany cuff links or I will definitely fuck you up." Ermey soon turned and left the scene as it was clear that their first real day of training would start tomorrow. No one knew what tomorrow would bring them.
"Sir yes sir!" Pyle shouted as he was still unsure about this.
[A/N]: How was that for introducing the drill instructor? You think he's too harsh or is this a fair representation on how he treats new recruits? Make sure you respond on what your opinion is.
You're probably wondering why I named the drill instructor Ermey? I named him after the real yet completely tough, indestructible spirit of R. Lee Ermey. If I joined the Marines, I wanted him to be my drill instructor mostly so he can destroy all the recruits. (If he was still alive of course.)
Also what should Leafkit, Spiderkit, Shrewkit, Whitekit and Crowkit's nicknames be if you got any leave your suggestions so I can use those as the new nick names and we really need the attention to compete once again against overused tropes and stories. I'll see you next chapter when the kits would begin training to become killers.