Maple Leaf: Alright, I totally failed at trying to keep this updated! But the rough draft for this dare was on my iPod, and I had it taken away for three days in a row, due to the fact that I had to use an Amnesty on a homework assignment, I got a C on something, and I got a D on a Science test . So…lets get started.

Jayfeather: Yes, please, lets get this over with already.

Bramblestar: I had no speaking parts in this conversation whatsoever.

Scourge: You just gave yourself one.

Bramblestar: Oh, right; I did. 'Cause I'm cool like that!

Scourge: No, you're not.

Bramblestar: Hey!

Maple Leaf: Oh, shut up and let me write this!

"Oh, Scourgey-Pie!" Concrete cooed, waltzing into the den the next morning. Scourge sleepily blinked his eyes open, stretched his back, and yawned.

"Hi, Concrete-Cupcake! How's your morning?" he asked. Immediately, Concrete frowned.

"Alright, I cant take it anymore; this pet-name thing isn't as good as it was last night."

"I agree. Let's ditch it. So, what did you really want?"

"You have a dare…well, technically, you have tons of them, but it takes so long to get them done."

"Is this another date?" Scourge asked hopefully.

"Sadly, no. you have to steal at least cookies from a Twoleg Den." Concrete purred "But guess who's going with you, just for kicks?"

"The video camera?"

"Why would I videotape a crime? Anyways, no, but I'm considering it. I'm going."

"Oh, this could be fun!"

"I'm glad you think so, because you're going right now."

"Wait! I need time to get ready! At least let me put on some gear first."

"Hmph, fine. Meet me at the big den by the forest; you know, the one with the yellow outside."

"Deal. See you soon."

Concrete waited and waited for Scourge to arrive. What was taking him so long?! And what did he mean by 'gear'?

Then she forced herself to stifle a laugh as Scourge spy-flipped down the Thunderpath. His gear was pretty much a black ski-mask and a black paw-cover so nobody would be able to identify him…if he wasn't acting in the stupid way that could only be Scourge. She really wanted to laugh, but a few nights ago she heard that Scourge has a tendency to slit the throats of people who laugh at him; one-time girlfriend or not.

So, instead, she just shook her head and said "Scourge, you are so stupid."

"What did you just say?" he growled. Immediately, she froze, eyes wide as he unsheathed his claws. He came closer, and the silver tabby backed up. Soon, she was against the wall. He looked right into her eyes…and started to laugh.

"Ha-ha! Tricked 'ya!" he purred, rolling around on the grass. Eventually, Concrete got the joke and began to laugh too. After a few seconds, they were laughing like maniacs.

"Sometimes I worry about you."

"What? If we're going to host a theft, I've gotta do it right!"

"We're stealing cookies; not robbing a bank!"

"Whatever; I've got it on, and I'm not taking it off."

"Hmph, fine! Lets get this over with." At that, Scourge jumped onto the windowsill and used his recently-sharpened claws to slice a hole in the windowpane. He squeezed through, and Concrete followed.

Once they got in the house, Scourge's eyes widened. He froze, checking out his surroundings, and he knew a fly could buzz into his mouth any second now.

"Scourge?" Concrete asked, coming up behind him "What's wrong?"

"This is the Twoleg Den I lived in when I was a kit." He murmured.

"No kidding?"

"Not at all; I used to sleep in that wicker basket over there every day. Can we pick a different house; I don't really want to see my mother again."

"But why not? I wish I knew where my mother was!"

"My mother hated me."

"Scourge, that's ridiculous. It's rare for cats to hate their own kits."

"Well then my mom is part of an endangered species; she hated me."

"Well, we're still robbing the house. You get the cookies while I get some other stuff."

"Alright…" he groaned. Then the black cat tip-toed into the kitchen and found a bright-red cookie jar on the counter. Smirking, he leaped onto the marble surface, took the lid into his mouth, and set it down next to him. Lucky for him, it was already part-open. Scourge grabbed a random bag and began to stuff the cookies in it.

After about five minutes of digging, he concluded that the cookie jar was a bottomless pit. Shouldn't all the cookies be out of the jar after five minutes?! But it still looked full! So he gave up and stole some random fruit from the pantry.

During the meantime, Concrete snuck into the bathroom and snatched a bar of soap. Then she noticed a diamond necklace on the counter, dropped the bar of soap, and took that instead. After the silver tabby put it on, she admired herself in the mirror. That was when she saw a pile of jewelry by the shower door. She dropped into the hunters crouch, ready to pounce…

"Alright, I'm done here." Scourge hissed, his plastic bag stuffed with things from cookies to leftover chicken to cat food…all in the same bag. Ew. "Concrete?"

"Don't I look so pretty?" Concrete asked, coming down the stairs with lipstick, mascara, and eye-liner on. She also had about a billion and one necklaces drooping at her paws.

"Uh…did you actually steal anything?"

"I have the rest of the makeup in this sack."

"Alright, lets—"

"Who are you?" a voice asked. Scourge and Concrete whipped their heads around to see a brown cat with emerald green eyes standing behind them. She appeared to be on that fine line between mature and old, with her glossy fur and gray-streaked muzzle.

"Uh…we're outta here!" Scourge exclaimed, attempting to escape through the hole he had made earlier. But with the bulging bag in his mouth, he got stuck. Concrete forgot her earlier thoughts and giggled as the black cat attempted to wiggle free. "Oh, crap! Please don't hurt me!"

"…I wasn't planning on it. You look familiar; who are you?"

"He's your son, Scourge." Concrete replied.

"I don't have any sons named Scourge."

"Mom, it's me. Tiny." Scourge said, backing out of the hole. He took off the ski-mask and the paw-cover, revealing his bleached-white paw and his face. The brown cat gave a gasp of recognition.

"Tiny! I thought I'd never see you again!" she purred, pressing Scourge close. The black cat's eyes narrowed "Why'd you run away?"

"Why would you care?" he hissed bitterly.

"I was worried sick! I was searching for days, but I never found you!"

"Y-You actually missed me?"

"Of course; you're my son!"

"Then why'd you let them do it?"

"Tiny, you know I tried to tell your siblings to stop, but they wouldn't listen…is that why you ran away?"

"Ruby told me that unwanted kits were thrown into the river and left to die. The Twolegs didn't want me…and I thought you didn't want me, either."

"Oh, Tiny! Had I known!"

"…it's alright."

"No, it isn't." the cat pressed her fur onto Scourge's. the black cat sighed.

"…I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Tiny."

"My name is Scourge now."

"…oh." The pleasant reunion was interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps. Quince sniffed the air and immediately shoved the bags out the hole in the window.

"It's my Twolegs! Go, quick!" she hissed. Scourge and concrete went through the hole…at the same time.

By the time the Twolegs came in, Quince was smiling nervously at them while two rear-ends were protruding from the window, tails swishing in annoyance.

Scourge: Oh, yes; I was very annoyed!

Maple Leaf: Crap, I made it all mushy again! I'm losing my funny-juices!

Bramblestar: You're not losing them; you're simply using them all on the Ask The Warriors show. Anyways, tell them about your new story idea.

Maple Leaf: Alright, so about last month, I came up with the idea of a Sonic and Warriors crossover, where some of the Warriors are sent into Sonic's world as Mobians. I've been writing it in my story-notebook for awhile, and my friend Dragoneisha agreed to help me edit it. So right now, she's editing the prologue…in a while, expect a story called 'Mobius Gone Catty' to pop up. That's all.

Jayfeather: Maple Leaf doesn't own us! But she owns Concrete and the bottomless pit of cookies.

Maple Leaf: I wish I had a bottomless pit of cookies…mm, chocolate-chip…!