Hey, everyone, and welcome back to the Warrior Cats Parody! It looks like I'm starting to have people reviewing it and more views. I'm not gonna demand for how much reviews or whatever, but I hope you take the time to at least glance over this FanFic. As usual, if there's anything wrong with this chapter, let me know so I can fix it. I welcome any constructive criticism as long as you're polite about it.

Just a little random thing I'm gonna put in the beginning note: my birthday's coming up in ten more days, and I'm hoping to get a Barnes And Noble gift card and Elder Scrolls: Skyrim Remastered. Fallout 4 has been fun (and Skyrim's the reason I played Fallout 4), but I hope to play Skyrim again soon.

Well, that's enough rambling out of me. Let's get this story going.

Uploading Date: April 18, 2017

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The Offer That Sounds Okay

Where we last left off, Rusty had wandered into the forest. Now he's at the mercy of a gang of wild cats...

"Shut up! I get it, narrator guy!" Rusty grumbled while pinned under Bluestar. "What's all this for?!"

"You threaten our Clan by taking our food. You come here to hunt for sport, but we hunt to survive," Bluestar spat.

Rusty hissed up at her, "Okay, fine! I get it! It's just...you know, you seem always triggered at everything!"

Suddenly, Bluestar's eyes widened as she got off of him. "Okay, that was very uncalled for," she hissed. But her face started to soften as she added, "And...also correct. I like your brutal honesty."

Now Rusty felt a little happy. At least he had gotten out of this mess with all his fur on.

"What about when I told you that you dye your fur silver on Sundays?" asked Lionheart.

"Shut up, we never talk about that," growled Bluestar.

Lionheart sighed and looked away. "Someone is triggered," he muttered.

"Is your Clan big enough for all you cats?" Rusty asked.

Bluestar stopped being angry and thought about it. "In future books, there's gonna be so many that you'll have to count other cats' toes just to count the rest. But at the moment, nah. And we've got plenty of cats to help out and stuff like that. Why, you wanna join us? You can be a warrior like us."

Rusty was puzzled and a little excited. Whatever it was, it sounded like a good idea to get out of the house instead of being bored all the time.

"But kittypets can't be warriors! They don't have warrior blood," said Graypaw, earning him a glare from Rusty.

"Warrior blood...too much has been spilled lately," Bluestar murmured, looking sad now.

"Well, nice going, you made her cry," Lionheart muttered to Graypaw. To Firepaw, he said, "We're only going to give you the basics, not full warrior training. Because of your comfortable life, you might not become a full warrior."

Now Rusty looked even more miffed. "So why offer me the training? Why not go 'Get out of our territory!', huh?"

Bluestar looked back at him. "We need more warriors. No warriors, no territory. No territory, no gloating about it to our enemies. We do it every full moon, boasting on about how our territory is the best while the others suck. Call it friendly competition."

"So that means you can either be a Clan cat and make something of your life, or you can go back to Twolegplace and play video games all day," said Lionheart. "You cannot live with a paw in each world."

"Dang, who knew you'd hate video games as much as Spottedleaf does?" muttered Graypaw.

Lionheart looked around at him. "I don't hate video games. I just think they're a waste of time, that's all. Now books, on the other hand, I can get used to."

"So..." Bluestar leaned over to Rusty and took a sniff, making Rusty wish that he had a can of pepper spray. "You're still a tom, right?"

Rusty was more puzzled than ever. "Okay, what does that even mean?"

"You haven't yet been taken to see the Cutter yet. You would be very different then." Rusty looked even more puzzled than just more puzzled, so Bluestar sighed and added, "Do I have to explain everything? They're going to neuter you."

"That means...no tenders?" Rusty yelped. He could imagine himself without that part of him and whining, "My children!"

"No tenders, no making kids, just being fat and lazy like Garfield. By the way, you do kinda look like him."

Rusty snorted. "What, do I look like I eat lasagna to you?"

"No, but Garfield eats pizza, and I heard you like pizza. That's why I think you're like Garfield."

Rusty made a mental note to keep looking at himself in the mirror. Had he started becoming lazy like Garfield?

"So anyway, here are the rules," Bluestar said. "You gotta hunt for and feed the Clan first; that means no eating on the job. You also have to fight and show the other Clans who's boss. And you also have to turn up at every Clan meeting for online Pokémon battles." But she smiled as she said, "But you will also keep your jewels, you'll be free from humanity, and you will learn what it means to be a cat."

"Does the song Everybody Wants To Be A Cat counts as learning to be a real cat?" Rusty asked.

Bluestar shook her head. "There are kittypets in that movie, so no."

This made Rusty grumble to himself, What's up with the house cat hating?

"Come, Bluestar," Lionheart murmured. "I want to try converting Tigerclaw to the Lord Of The Rings fandom."

"Forget it, Lionheart," said Bluestar. "Tigerclaw doesn't read much books. He likes playing Pokémon more."

But as the three cats turned to leave, Rusty called, "Can I think about it?"

Bluestar nodded. "Sure. Lionheart will come here for you at sunhigh tomorrow," she said. "And in the meantime, I'm missing movie night."

Dang, I want some movie night, Rusty thought as he watched the cats walk back into the forest. But that felt like an offer that he was okay with. So he turned around and started heading home, completely forgetting the pizza.

To be continued...