(A/N: So the kits have been born...how are Nightcloud and Scourge going to handle raising six daughters? Will any of them be sickeningly sweet like their mother? Will Scourge try to train any of them to be evil? Will Misery beg for a name change? Hm...

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Grandma Comes to Visit

Nightcloud stood by the kitchen counter, spreading pink frosting on freshly baked cupcakes. Sparkle and Shimmer stood on step-stools next to their mother, shaking sprinkles onto the desserts. Lollipop and Misery from Pain and Suffering sat at the kitchen table stuffing their faces with cupcakes, leaving pink frosting smeared over their noses, their ears, their paws, and the table.

Scourge padded into the kitchen, carrying Tutu and Hashtag. Seeing two of his kits sitting at the table, he set the ones he was carrying down and rushed to the table and jerked a cupcake out of the gray kit's paws. "Misery from Pain and Suffering, how dare you enjoy a cupcake!"

Misery looked up at her father with very innocent blue eyes. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I just wanted to see if Mama's cupcakes tasted good."

"No cupcakes for you!" Scourge snapped. He pulled a washcloth out of a drawer and ran it under some water before moving back to his kits and washing frosting off of their faces. "Only good little kits get cupcakes!"

Lollipop stared at the cupcake she was holding. "Am I a good little kit, Daddy?"

The black tom nodded. "Of course you are, dear." Turning back to Misery from Pain and Suffering, he growled, "Go put fresh moss in the guestroom nest. Then you can vacuum the whole den, mow the lawn, water the flowers, clean the dirtplace-"

"Scourge, stop that!" Nightcloud cried, finishing the last of the cupcakes. "That's too much work for one little kit."

"She should have thought about that before she ate a cupcake!" Scourge spat. He jerked Misery from her chair. "Go on, then. Get to it!"

The black queen glared at her mate, lifting Sparkle and Shimmer down from their step-stools. "You shouldn't be so hard on Misery. It's not her fault she looks like your mother."

Scourge snorted, taking a bite of Misery's cupcake. "She's a bad kit. She's not good like the others."

"Whatever," Nightcloud sighed. "Just try to be in a good mood when Quince gets here. She just wants to see her grandbabies."

"You should never have invited my mother here," the tom huffed.

The queen shook her head. "Everyone deserves to know their grandbabies." She dropped the cupcake pan into the sink and untied a sparkly pink apron that had been around her waist. "I'm going to go wash up. Lollipop, Sparkle, and Shimmer- you three should probably get washed up too. You're covered in frosting!"

The kits followed their mother out of the kitchen obediently, tracking pink frosting as they padded away. Scourge sighed, staring at the mess with dismay. "I guess I'd better get busy cleaning this up." Still mad at Nightcloud for letting Misery from Pain and Suffering have fun, he turned to Tutu and Hashtag with a mischievous look in his amber eyes. "You girls like to color, right?"

Tutu nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes, Daddy!"

"Especially with glitter markers!" Hashtag added.

Scourge smiled and grabbed a handful of permanent markers from the kitchen's 'miscellaneous' drawer. "Why don't you draw Mommy a pretty picture on the wall? I'm sure she'd love it."

Hashtag's green eyes lit up. "We get to color on the wall?"

"Sure!" the father replied. "Make sure to draw a nice, big picture that covers the whole wall!"

Tutu grabbed the pink marker from her father's paws. "I'm going to draw a butterfly!"

"I'll draw a banana!" Hashtag added.

Scourge grinned as his daughters tore the caps off their markers and got to work. Nightcloud's going to hate this!

"Oh no!" Nightcloud cried in dismay when she found two of her kits scribbling on the kitchen wall. "Tutu! Hashtag! Stop that at once!"

Hashtag turned to face her mother. "What's wrong, Mama?"

"You can't color on the wall!" Nightcloud scolded. "That's very very bad!"

Scourge padded into the kitchen, feigning shock. "Oh my! Girls, what have you done?"

Tutu gave her father a confused look. "But you said we could!"

The black queen grabbed the markers from her daughters' paws. "Don't you blame your father for this! What you did was very naughty. Clean it up at once!

Just then, before Tutu and Hashtag could explain what had happened, the doorbell rang. "Oh no!" Nightcloud wailed. "Quince is here and the house is a mess!"

She hurried out of the kitchen to answer the door, while Scourge stayed behind. Snapping a picture of the mural on the wall, he gave his daughters a proud look. "Good going, girls."

"Mama's mad at us," Tutu mewed, her eyes tearing up.

"No, no!" Scourge meowed. "It's okay. We played a trick on her. It's funny."

Hashtag tipped her head to one side. "A trick?"

The father nodded. "Of course! It's perfectly fine!"

"Now where are these grandkits of mine?" a loud, annoyed voice grumbled from the living room.

"Just let Scourge and I fetch them, Quince," Nightcloud mewed sweetly. "Scurgy, bring the babies out!"

Scourge sighed and ushered Tutu and Hashtag out of the kitchen. He called for his other kits to come to the living room, and finally the new parents were able to present their daughters to the irritable Quince.

The father lined his kits up, wondering why five out of the six had to be wearing pink and purple tutus and ribbons on their ears. "Mother, these are my daughters," Scourge meowed cautiously. "Tutu, Hashtag, Lollipop, Sparkle, Shimmer, and Misery from Pain and Suffering."

Quince studied the kits intensely. "Weird names," she muttered. Spying the gray kit- the only one not wearing a tutu or ear ribbon- she smiled. "That one looks like me. Come here, little one."

The little kit padded to her grandmother cautiously. "Yes?"

"What's your name?" the older gray she-cat meowed, lifting the kit to her lap.

"Misery from Pain and Suffering," the kit squeaked.

Quince's eyes widened. "What kind of name is that?" She turned toward Scourge, fury brimming in her eyes. "How could you give this adorable little kit such an awful name?"

"How do you know I named her?" Scourge asked incredulously.

"Please," Quince growled. "Like this sweet, darling mate of yours would give such a cruel name to this little sweetheart."

Misery smiled shyly, unused to hearing kind words.

Scourge looked down at the floor, unable to answer his mother. Nightcloud shoved her way in front of her mate. "I wanted to name her something sweet, Scourge said he should get to name at least one of his children."

"He shouldn't be allowed to have kids, let alone name them," Quince spat, glaring at her son. "He's a horrible little runt who doesn't deserve to live. You should have left him the moment you found out you were having kits."

Nightcloud's eyes widened with shock. "I wouldn't leave Scourge! I love him!"

The old cat rolled her eyes. "Well he can't love you. That runt isn't capable of love." She turned back to Misery. "Now sweetheart, how about you and me take a trip to Disney World- just you and me?"

Misery looked surprised. "Really? Just me?"

"Of course!" Quince meowed. "We'll spend a whole week going on rides and eating junk food and meeting Mickey Mouse and Donald and Goofy!"

"Yay!" Misery from Pain and Suffering cheered as her grandmother stood up and carried the kit out of the den, slamming the door behind her.

Scourge stared at the den door in shock. "She…didn't even ask us if she could take our children to Disney World."

Sparkle folded her paws across her tortoiseshell chest, huffing crossly. "Why don't I get to go to Disney World?"

Nightcloud looked just as confused as the rest of her family. "Did Quince just kidnap my daughter?"