Maple Leaf: Warning: This chapter contains ridiculousness, inflammation, and Sir Mix-A-Lot. If you don't like any of these, DO NOT READ!
Scourge: Wait, what did you mean by inflammation?!
Brambleclaw/star: You'll probably have an allergic reaction or something. Ms. Author, why won't you call me Bramblestar?
Leaf: Well, I've gotten used to calling you Brambleclaw…are you okay with it?
Brambleclaw: I guess…
Jayfeather: Let's get on with this!
A day after he recovered from the catnip, Scourge was sitting on top of a building, watching over the activity of his clan. He was paying special attention to a small section of the territory, where a large Rottweiler and its pups were living, taking up a major food source. Scourge would have killed it by now, except he was a bit doubtful. He knew that a cat with kits would fight harder to defend herself; why wouldn't it be the same for any other animal?
"Still worrying about that dog, I see?" a voice asked. Scourge stiffened, then relaxed once he realized it was Concrete.
"Yes. If I leave it there, I'll look weak and the clan might starve. But if I try and fight it…"
"I see what you mean. But I have something that'll take your mind off of it for a little while." Scourge's ears pricked up in interest as the silver tabby continued "You've been dared to be coated in honey and be chased by bees while saying 'I am a naughty cat' Simple enough?"
"…lets hope I'm not allergic to bees."
About an hour later, Concrete had covered the last bit of fur with honey. Now, Scourge's black pelt had a golden tint to it.
"The nearest bee-hive is over there." Concrete said, gesturing to the left with her tail "If you just pace around it for a little while, then they'll probably come after you eventually. Got it?"
"Are you sure this is safe? I don't know all of my allergies…"
"Just go! If you have an allergic reaction, then I'll get someone to take care of you!" Concrete gave him a little shove, and Scourge walked in the direction of the hive. Then he began to pace around it. Soon he got bored and sat down.
'I'm not a naughty cat; I'm a bored cat.' He thought to himself. Then, with a smirk, he decided to have some fun before he suffered.
So he walked closer to the hive, stood on his hind legs, and made his best bear imitation…and ended up burping. Then he swatted at it the best he could, but he was far too short. So he leapt and swiped at it, hitting it with a thwack.
Before he knew it, a cloud of angry bees swarmed out of the hive. They dive-bombed at him like synchronize divers in the Olympics. Scourge let out a surprising child-like squeak and ran away, the bees in chase.
"I am a naughty cat…I am a naughty cat…I am a naughty cat…I am a—ow, they got me!" he exclaimed. For another few minutes, he ran around the field, switching between saying 'I am a naughty cat' to sounding like Michael Jackson. By the time he found a small pond to jump in, his rear end was…well…
"Oh my gosh, Scourge! Look at your butt!" Concrete exclaimed. She had been standing on the sidelines, videotaping it all. Scourge, now wet again, turned his head and gasped.
"I look like a honey ant! It's huge!"
"Wait; sing the song!"
"What song...? Oh, that one!" the black cat dramatically cleared his throat, then began to was his butt like the dogs with nubs for tails.
"I like big butts, and I cannot lie! You other brothers can't deny…!"
Scourge: That when a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung!
Jayfeather: *shakes his head, groaning* Why are most male cats addicted to butts?
Brambleclaw: I truly have no idea.
Maple Leaf: Scourge, stop singing Sir Mix-A-Lot! I don't like that song!
Scourge: Hmph, fine!
Concrete: The Author doesn't own Scourge, Brambleclaw, or Jayfeather…or BloodClan…but she does own me!
Jayfeather: Angry bees are pretty universal.
Maple Leaf: Scourge, you're not gonna believe what your next dare is!
Scourge: What is it?
Maple Leaf: Wait until the next chapter, and I'll tell you.
PS:: If you want me to make a Warrior Cats Dare Show for Firestar, Brambleclaw, and the likes, I probably will soon. When I do, I'll let you know.