(A/N: Hey, y'all! I'd like to come up with individual little personalities for each kit, but I'm having a bit of trouble. I've got Misery as "the sweetheart", Tutu as "the academic", and Hashtag as "the villain in training." I'm having a harder time with Lolliopop, Shimmer, and Sparkle. If you have an idea of what I could for them, please let me know. I want Shimmer and Sparkle to be the same, since they're kind of like best friends and do everything together, but they and Lollipop need something to differentiate them from the other three.)

The Fair

Scourge drove the family minivan into a large parking lot, wondering why he had let Nightcloud talk him into yet another family adventure. Sparkle and Shimmer sat in the second row of seats, begging for candy before Scourge even turned the vehicle off. Tutu, Hashtag, and Lollipop sat in the back row, begging to ride ponies. Misery sat on the floor between her tortoiseshell sisters, not saying a word as her sisters screeched excitedly.

"We're at the fair! We're at the fair!" five of the kits shouted as Scourge finally parked.

Nightcloud turned around to face her kits. "Now you'll have to be good today. You can only beg Daddy for twenty things each! Twenty-one things is completely unacceptable."

Misery blinked sweetly up at her mother. "All I want is a little cotton candy, please."

"Alright, everyone out!" Scourge grumbled, opening the driver-side door. "Let's get this over with!"

The eight cats scrambled out of the van, the six little ones bouncing wildly as their parents corralled them toward the fair entrance. Nightcloud stopped at the entrance booth, wallet out and ready to pay the admission fee.

"How much for two adults and six kits?" she asked to the burly black tom in the booth.

"Adults are $35, kits are $20," the cat grumbled, looking bored.

Scourge looked up in shock. "How much? This is an outrage! We aren't paying those prices!"

"Then you don't get to go to the fair," the ticket cat meowed, shrugging dismissively. "Your choice."

Shimmer and Sparkle danced around their father. "We want the fair! We want the fair NOW!"

Nightcloud sighed, giving Scourge a defeated glance. "I guess we're going. It's a good thing Brokenstar gave you that raise."

The black she-cat turned back to the ticket salescat and gave him $190. "Is that enough?" she asked sweetly.

"I guess," he replied. "Have a good time."

The family entered the camp, pausing to stare in amazement at the chaos taking place. Cats were everywhere, entering pie eating contests, playing games, getting their faces painted- they were just everywhere!

"What should we do first?" Nightcloud asked.

Lollipop pointed in the direction of a red-and-yellow striped tent containing ponies. "Pony ride!"

"Why would you want to ride a smelly old pony?" Scourge asked. "That's not what evil cats do."

"I'm not evil, and I want to ride the ponies!" the tiny black she-cat cried, folding her paws across her chest angrily.

Nightcloud nodded. "And you will. To the ponies!"

Scourge followed his mate and daughters over the ponies, wishing he could be anywhere else. Upon approaching the attraction, the tom noticed a sign outside the pony tent- 'Adult rides $30, Kit rides $40'. "Seriously? This is a rip-off!" he spat. "Let's go do something else!"

His mate ignored him and went up to the pony handler to give him her money. "So that will be one adult and six kits, I guess," she meowed.

Hashtag stood by her father, wrinkling her face unhappily. "I don't want to ride a pony," she mewed uncertainly. "That's not what evil cats do."

"Okay, make that five kits," her mother corrected, handing the ginger tabby pony cat her money.

Scourge watched in disgust as Nightcloud and five of his kits climbed up on ponies. "At least I have one good kit," he growled quietly.

"I'm going to be evil!" Hashtag squeaked, sounding as if she were trying to convince herself more than her father. She didn't look very happy about being left out.

After the pony rides, the cats debated what to do next. Sparkle and Shimmer wanted to play carnival games and win giant fluffy toy unicorns. Tutu wanted to get her face painted. All Misery wanted was cotton candy.

As Scourge paid $345 for their lunch, which consisted of only pizza, corndogs, and sodas, a carnival worker made an announcement that the pie eating contest was about to begin, and there were still spots open for cats who want to compete.

"Scurgy, you should compete in the pie eating contest!" Nightcloud gushed, stuffing a corndog in her mouth.

"Yes!" the kits echoed. "Please, Daddy!"

"No!" Scourge spat. "Evil cats don't eat pie. We murder cats and turn them into pie!"

Misery hugged her father tightly. "It's okay, Daddy. You don't have to if you don't want to."

Scourge shoved her away. "Get off me, kit!" he hissed. "Let's just go. This fair is a waste of money."

"You're doing the pie eating contest!" Nightcloud decided, and stood up from the table to go enter her mate.

"Alright, toms, you have to eat as many pies as you possibly can. Whoever eats the most pies without getting sick wins!" a tabby tom in a red-and-white striped shirt meowed.

Scourge stared in horror at the table in front of him. There were literally hundreds of pies piled on top of each other- apple, blueberry, cherry, boysenberry, peanut butter, pumpkin- all types of pies!

A long line of toms sat around the table, each wearing bibs around their necks. Berrynose, Mousewhisker, Ravenpaw, and Dustpelt sat on one side of the table. Graystripe, Stormfur, Bumblestripe, and Spiderleg sat on the other side. Scourge stared at the other toms nervously. They were all much bigger than him, and Graystripe was known for his eating abilities. This was not going to be easy.

The contest cat held up a green flag. "Get ready, get set, go!" he cried, waving the flag as the toms began diving into the pies.

Scourge grabbed a cherry pie and started shoving the crust and fruit into his mouth, finishing it quickly. Hey, this is easy! he thought as he reached for a second pie. He finished an apple pie almost as quickly, but began slowing down during a pumpkin pie. This is only my third pie! I've got to keep going!

He reached for a chocolate mud pie and began scooping the pudding into his mouth, aware that his stomach was beginning to ache. Still, the tiny tom pushed on and reached for a blueberry pie. His paws moved slower and slower, finding it harder to get one more bite of pie down. By now his stomach was churning and Scourge realized he had never felt so full in his life. The tom began to reach for another paw, but his stomach suddenly cramped up and he fell out of his chair in pain.

"And the winner of the pie eating contest is…Graystripe with sixteen pies!" the announcer cheered. "In second place is Stormfur with ten and a half pies, third is Bumblestripe with ten, fourth is Mousewhisker with nine, fifth place is Berrynose with eight and a half, Dustpelt and Ravenpaw tie sixth place with eight pies each, Spiderleg finishes in seventh place with seven pies, and in last place was Scourge with five pies!"

Scourge glared at the announcer for letting everyone know he was in last place. His paws aching and his stomach throbbing, the tom hauled himself off of the pie stage slowly, just wanting to go home and sleep his pain away. Nightcloud gave him an encouraging smile as he pushed past her on his way to the exit. In his pain, he failed to notice that his daughters had been playing games and were now carrying the goldfish they had won. All seventy-two of them.