Alright, I'm just uploading this because I'm bored. -_-

So, I know this is a kind-of over-used idea, but things are gonna change. For example, no more Popeyes people.

So, here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

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Good Times and Bad Dreams

"Can't catch me!" I squeaked as my brother and sister chased after me through the alley. Older cats moved away from us, leaving a perfectly clear path. Or, until I ran into a leg.

"Hey!" I pouted, looking up at the cat who I had knocked into. He was an extremely muscular tom with black and white fur. He had jade green eyes, and looked almost exactly like Scratch except for the long scar in between his eyes. It was who Dad had named Scratch after!

"Hi, Bone!" I greeted. He gave the slightest sign of a smile.

"Hello, Claw. Scratch. Ivy. Your father wants to speak with you." He said.

"Okay!" we exclaimed.

"I bet I'll beat you there!" Ivy added. My siblings and I ran to Dad's den, racing to see who would get there first.

Since I was the fastest of us, I beat them both. They were far behind me. So I was the only one who saw Dad acting weird.

He was sleeping with his back to the entrance, his long tail swishing across the concrete. Then he tensed. His tail froze, and his claws came out.

"No…not again…!" he murmured.

"Hm…? Dad?" I walked up to him and pounced on his tail, trying to wake him up. It didn't work. So I tried tugging on his ear, but it still didn't work!

"Socks…Ruby…Mom…I wouldn't be so small if I could help it…! I…no! Stay away, please!" he rolled over, almost flattening me. His claws swiped at the air. I barely managed to avoid my flailing namesakes and land on his back "I…I…ah!" he suddenly sat up, throwing me off him and making me land in a bag of trash.

"Eek!" I squeaked, trying to get out.

"Huh? Who—who's there?!" Dad exclaimed, looking around warily. Then he sighed. "It can't be Tigerpaw…right?"

"Daddy!" I squeaked. He turned around and saw me.

"How did you get in there?" he asked, pulling me out by the scruff of my neck.

"I was trying to wake you up because you were having a bad dream, but you sat up really fast and I ended up in here!" Dad began to blush, and started licking his paw to hide it.

When my siblings came in, he smiled warmly.

"Hi, Father! Why did you call us here?" Ivy asked.

"It's time for me to start training you. In order to survive in BloodClan, you have to know how to fight. Food is scarce, and although you're my kits that doesn't mean a few cats wont fight you for it. Also, there are dogs that will prevent any cat from eating food and will have to be defeated."

"We have to do that all by ourselves?!" Scratch exclaimed, trembling.

"I'll face the challenge!" I said, head held high and chest puffed out. "Those meanies won't know what hit them!" Dad chuckled. I wouldn't realize until later that Dad and laughter usually didn't mix, or he meant it in a different way.

"That's the spirit! Now, the first thing you have to learn when facing any enemy is this: don't show fear. They'll see it as a weakness."

"But, Daddy! What if it's a big, scary dog?! Or a Twoleg?!" Ivy asked, eyes wide.

"Nobody has dared attack a Twoleg…or, more precisely, none that have survived. They may make it out alive, but more Twolegs come and take him away, and many other of our clan members too."

"Oh…"

"I think we should start training. We'll start with dogs, because they're stupid." Ivy giggled. We spent the rest of the day learning how to fight dogs.

"Hi, Scourge!" a voice suddenly exclaimed. My littermates and I immediately ran to the gray and white she-cat in front of us. She smiled warmly, her blue eyes twinkling, before padding up to Scourge and nuzzling into his fur. As she licked his muzzle, he purred.

"Hi, Fang! Was hunting alright?" he asked. She nodded towards the pile of food near the den, which were some boxes near a large dumpster. There was a small box of chicken, a bit of bread, some birds, and a few mice.

"You're asking me, the best hunter in the whole clan, if hunting was alright?" she said, her voice tinted with sarcastic disbelief "I had to fight for that chicken, but I won, of course."

"Mm…" Dad purred, his mouth watering as he looked at the chicken "I haven't had chicken since the kits were born…"

"You weren't listening at all, were you?" Mom asked. Scourge blinked and looked at her.

"What?" he asked. Mom shook her head.

"May we eat now, Father?" Ivy asked. Scratch was shuffling on his paws. Dad nodded yes.

Immediately, the race began. We all ran for the food, trying to get the best pieces. Usually, Mom or Dad made it there first. But today, I was first! Me!

Since I was first, I got the biggest piece of chicken out of the box and prodded off proudly, my prize in my mouth. I easily slid under the dumpster and began to eat. Just moments later, Dad squeezed his way under with the second-largest piece. He smiled at me, and we ate, talking in between mouthfuls.

That'd be one of the last father-son moment I'd ever experience with him.

Scourge and Bone belong to Erin Hunter

Fang, Scratch, Ivy, and Claw all belong to me.

Ciao for now!