Maple Leaf: OMG, FINALLY! Sorry, I got distracted with ATW again…
Scourge: Yeah, she did! That's just about all she thinks about!
Maple Leaf: Oh, shut up!
Bramblestar: I think what she's trying to say is that she's been working on the dares on her iPod and not on the computer.
Maple Leaf: Exactly! Anyways, here's the next dare. I believe this is from Guest. So, wherever you are, Guest, your dare wishes have been answered! Oh, BTW, the email I used in the story…it isn't real. I think the whole 'Cats On Line' thing would throw anybody off, but I only have One email address, and that's private info.
Concrete was sitting at the entrance to Scourge's den. In front of her was a stolen Twoleg laptop. She was currently checking her secondary e-mail address for dares; DaringScourge . Immediately, a voice from the computer said "You have 29 new messages!" Concrete groaned, before opening the bottom message. She refused to skip dares, unless they didn't abide by the rules, and gave the dares to Scourge in chronological order.
The next email was from 'Guest'. She opened it up and read it, her eyes widening until they looked like blue moons.
"Crap, Scourge isn't gonna like this…" she murmured, standing up. She tore her eyes away from the screen and walked down the alley.
Scourge was curled up tightly in his tire, his tail tucked above his nose. Even in his sleep, he heard the soft padding of Concrete's paws coming down the alley. His ears twitched a few times before he sleepily blinked his eyes open.
"Yes, Concrete?" he asked with a yawn as the silver tabby walked in. She was blushing furiously.
"Y-y-you have a new dare." She stammered.
"What's wrong? Why are you stammering like that?"
"Nothing! Its just, the dare, its…you have to go on a date…I think with me." For awhile, Scourge just stared at her, eyes wide. His paw, which he was licking, was hanging in the air.
"M-m-me? Go on a d-d-date? With y-y-you?"
"Yeah…"
"…and we have to do it?"
"Yeah…"
"Alright, lets get this over with."
Concrete was busy trying to find some berries. If only she could find some...then she remembered the Twoleg garden she walked past sometimes. Speeding up a bit, she followed her nose to the house.
Once she got there, she explored the backyard garden until she found a few blackberries. Picking them with her claws, she used the juices as mascara. Then she found a few strawberries and used them as lip-gloss. After that, she rolled around in a few fallen rosepeatals for an airy perfume.
'I should be heading back; Scourge is probably ready.' She thought, running back to Scourge's den.
Meanwhile, Scourge was freaking out. And when he freaks out, he tends to groom himself nonstop. So, by now, his fur was so glossy it looked waterproof.
'If I was a girl, where would I want to go on a date?' he thought. As he licked his now-glistening white paw, it came to him. 'I've got it! I'll take her to that really tall building! But she'll probably want some food…I'll jujst have to go get some!' Scourge got up and bounded away, leaving a wet spot in the concrete.
"Scourge?" Concrete called, padding into the den. She took a step, and felt something we on her paw. Looking down, she saw that she had stepped into a large puddle. "Aw, Scourge was stressing out over me! …And I stepped in it."
"I was trying to think," the silver tabby turned around to see Scourge standing behind her, ice-blue eyes twinkling "On where to take a beautiful cat like you on a date. But I know where to go now; follow me."
"Where to?"
"Close your eyes; it's a surprise." With a giggle, Concrete closed her eyes and followed the sound of Scourge's nonstop purring. After awhile, Scourge stood beside her "Watch your step." He said.
"Open up." Scourge purred a few minutes later. Concrete obediently opened her eyes, and gasped.
They were on top of a building, with a perfect view of the Clan territory, and the sunset. Pink streaks slithered across the orange sky.
"Aw, Scourge!" Concrete cooed.
"You're welcome. Now, then," Scourge walked to the edge of the building and opening a cardboard box, revealing a selection of fresh-kill and Twoleg delicacies, such as Popeyes Chicken and Bojangles Boberry Biscuits. "Lets eat."
"Ooh, all my favorites! Can you pass me that buiscut?"
"Alright, here." Scourge handed Concrete a small, blueberry biscuit with icing drizzled over it.
"No, I want the big one."
"The big one?"
"Yes, I want the big one."
"Aw, I wanted that one!" Concrete laughed and grabbed the biscuit herself, along with a drumstick, and began to eat. Scourge grabbed the second-largest pieces, and sat across from her. Soon they began to chat casually.
"So, are you enjoying the dares?" Concrete asked.
"Enjoying? They're torture!" Scourge exclaimed.
"Well, they're funny to watch."
"Speaking of watch, do you have that camera with you? Y'know; the one you always carry around?"
"What?! No!" Concrete lied, hiding her camera underneath her a bit more with a subtle movement.
"Mm-hm. Right…you done eating?"
"With this, I am." The silver tabby nudged her chicken bone to Scourge. The black cat then tossed it off the building. They watched it fall down a few stories…and right onto Bone's head.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed, looking around to see who hit him. When he looked up, Scourge snickered and hid.
Still laughing, Scourge turned back to his date. She was gazing at the full moon, it's beams making her fur glow and her blue eyes glisten. With a smile, Scourge sat down next to her, his black fur turning a silvery-gray. Together, they bathed in the moonlight, looking at the twinkling stars.
"…my mom used to tell me that the moon was a white cat in the sky. As the days went on, the cat, who was usually full of food, suffered through starvation. Eventually, he left his territory to find food before he died. Then, he came back when it was full of prey and ate it all." Concrete murmured. "I miss my mother."
"Concrete…" Scourge murmured, pressing his fur against hers. Almost immediately, she purred. In a sneaky move, Scourge put his paw on top Concrete's, earning himself more purring and a blush. They both gasped as a shooting star zipped across the sky.
"Oh! Make a wish!" Concrete said. Then she closed her eyes and murmured "I wish this night would last forever."
'I wish I could get more dares like this one." Scourge announced, looking into Concrete's blue pools. He leaned over to lick her muzzle ever so slightly, until he was less than a whisker away, when—
"You two!" the couple froze, and turned around to see Bone, standing in the doorway at the top of the building, fuming. He had a large bruise on his forehead "Why'd you drop a bone on my head?!"
"I can explain!" Scourge said.
"You've got five seconds to tell me why before I claw both of your pelts off!"
"Uh…I-I…"
"Time's up!" Bone leaped towards them, and they both ran away, down the stairs. The two laughed as Bone chased them down the stairs and all around the territory.
"Best date ever!" Concrete exclaimed
Maple Leaf: Alright, I totally failed at trying to make this funny, so I made a desperate attempt at the end. I made it too mushy, and the Moon thing made no sense. But I gave Bone a Knuckles the Echidna moment.
Scourge: I love dates!
Maple Leaf: Well, that was unexpected.
Bramblestar and Jayfeather: Big time.
Maple Leaf: Alright, so that's the dare of the day. Lets get started on the next one!