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Uploading Date: April 18, 2017

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The First Day Of Tail-Kicking

The next morning, Rusty had woken from his usual dream, which now had the Clan cats in them. After the rain from last night, there were puddles that he would see children splash around in until their parents came to scold them. And for some odd reason, he saw two pigs wallowing in the mud and having a mud fight. This neighborhood just got weird, Rusty thought.

Once he was finished with breakfast, he went outside, where Smudge was watching him from the fence. "Morning, Rusty!" he called from on the fence, holding a donut. "You should've seen the baby sparrows. They look so cute with their little gaping mouths!"

"Did you eat any?" Rusty ventured.

"Ew, no. What's wrong with you?" Smudge replied, wrinkling his nose with disgust. "No, my owner got us some donuts for breakfast. You want some?"

Donuts were pretty tempting, especially the ones with chocolate frosting and cream-filled. But he said, "Nah, I just came to tell you about how I went through the woods."

Smudge's eyes brightened. "Oh yeah, I remember that! No wonder you were being lazy like Garfield." As Rusty bristled at the comparison again, Smudge continued, "Did you get the pizza liked you wanted?"

At this, Rusty sighed. "I knew I forgot something this morning. Thanks for reminding me," he grumbled. "But anyway, I met some wild cats..."

"Wow!" Smudge exclaimed. "Did you beat them up?"

"Nah, I took a Mountain Dew break with the youngest, but I kinda whipped his tail," he bragged. "The older two just told me to leave and then asked me to join their Clan."

Now Smudge didn't look like he believed him. "Baloney, Rusty," he finally said. "Baloney, fudge, and mustard."

Rusty bristled and retorted, "No baloney. No baloney, fudge, or mustard. They really did. They said they needed extra paws in their Clan, and I can get behind that. It's about time I started working for a living."

"You mean...leave?" Smudge mewled. He finished the rest of his donut and jumped down, pleading, "But you can't leave, Rusty? What about all the butterflies we chased and the time we fought over my Gameboy Advance?"

"But I don't wanna stick around until they cut my tenders off," insisted Rusty. "Besides, I wanna go out into that wide somewhere, I want so much more than..."

"Okay, I get the Beauty And The Beast song," Smudge said, cutting him off. He sighed and said, "I guess I can accept you leaving. But can we see your family and play Fallout 4 together one more time?"

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After a day of hanging out with old kittypet friends, Rusty decided that it was time to go. He got to even see his brothers Tommy and Filou as well as his sisters Princess and Luna before he left. Tommy was a big ladies' man and very boisterous, while Filou was more quiet but willing to adventure. Luna was kind of tough and blunt, while Princess was friendlier. All the dynamics of having family close to each other.

So Rusty had beaten Fallout 4 for the seventh time, always choosing the Minutemen ending. Then after his final goodbyes, he got the heck out of dodge and into the forest. He came to the same clearing where he met the Clan cats and took out his phone, playing a zoo app.

"You have a lot to learn, young one." Lionheart had come out of the bushes and still holding his Lord Of The Rings book, followed by a white cat with a metal detector. "Even the tiniest Clan kit can tell when another cat is near."

"How? By pointing fingers and saying 'Mommy, look! A cat!'?" Rusty asked cheekily, putting away his phone.

Lionheart snorted and gestured to the white cat. "This is Whitestorm, one of ThunderClan's senior warriors. He's also the reason we're pretty rich right now; he's also the best metal detector in the Clans."

"Hello, young one," said Whitestorm, turning off his metal detector. "I've heard a lot about you."

Rusty gulped. "Even when I ate ants when I was a kid?" he squeaked.

Whitestorm curled his lip and exclaimed, "You ate ants? What was wrong with you?"

"Hey, I wanted to be an anteater," Rusty replied.

That was when Whitestorm got the pun and started to laugh. Lionheart gave them a weird look before saying, "Okay then. Just follow us, Rusty."

So he and Whitestorm took off running. Rusty tried catching up to them, but they were like cheetahs. This made him wonder if they had gotten any soda from Graypaw and the caffiene must have made them quick.

After an hour of running willy-nilly, the three cats came to a wall of gorse. Rusty was just wondering on how many cats would get over the wall (or if cats get thrown over the wall) when he smelled more cats. And just like that, when they made it to the other side, where there were lots of cats. Even more than the musical cats in The Aristocats.

"Just when the sun is at its highest, it is a time of sharing tongues," Lionheart explained.

"Sharing tongues?" asked Rusty, a little squicked out. "Like...making out?"

Whitestorm bonked him on his head. "No, don't be getting any dirty thoughts now," he hissed. "Lionheart's just saying like grooming each other and sharing the daily news. That's sharing tongues."

Still sounds weird, Rusty thought. But he did see some cats grooming each other and sharing the daily news...and some were even reading books and playing Nintendo 3DSs.

Lionheart explained on how all cats served the Clan, even the kits, who made arts and crafts to decorate the camp. They then made it to Bluestar, who was texting on her cellphone, before she looked up. She quickly put it away before asking, "So he's come, has he?"

"Oh, he kept up just fine," said Whitestorm. "Sure, he was a little slow and a little young and kind of stupid..."

"Sheesh, pile up the humiliation, why don't ya?" grumbled Rusty.

"But he's kept up," Lionheart added, giving Whitestorm a look that said "Don't push it".

Bluestar smiled. "Great! I'm glad he can join the party." She stood up on the rock and called, "Okay, everyone, come gather at this huge stupid rock!"

All the cats came marching in, and Rusty was made to sit beside Bluestar. He saw Graypaw with his soda, a grouchy-looking dark tabby with a Family Guy canteen, and a pretty tortoiseshell with a Harry Potter book. Seeing this she-cat made Rusty's heart go a-flutter.

"I know this is rarely done before, but we need some extra paws for extra labor," she explained. "That's why we're taking in a kittypet. I know, I know," she added as complaints came up. "We're gonna be wimps because of this, but he's the best choice we got."

"Look at his collar, though! He's a kittypet!" a tabby cat sneered. "Once a kittypet, always a kittypet! This Clan needs pure warriors, not another soft mouth to feed! He doesn't even have a 3DS, for StarClan's sake!"

When Rusty looked closer, he saw that most of the cats did have 3DSs. As he watched on, Lionheart whispered in his ear, "That cat is Longtail. He knows you're a wimp. You must prove that you're not a wimp."

Come on, I whipped Graypaw last night, Rusty thought indignantly. The hating on house cats was really getting on his nerves. I'm sure I can handle one warrior.

Longtail continued ranting something about lost kittypets like him and how his bell would alert their enemies. Rusty took it all rather calm...that is, until Longtail mentioned something about Fallout 4 sucking. That was when he was starting to get really mad.

"Do you back down from a - " Lionheart was starting to say, but Rusty was now flinging himself at Longtail. So Lionheart sighed, "You had one chance at it, Lionheart..."

So Rusty and Longtail were now wrestling and using WWE finishing moves on each other. After suffering a torn ear, Longtail tried a Clothesline, but Rusty came bouncing back with an Attitude Adjustment. Thus, Longtail slunk off, muttering on how Rusty's moves were lame, and Bluestar stepped in.

"You've done well, and you look like you were on fire," Bluestar praised him. "From this day on, he will be named Firepaw for his flame-colored coat."

"I guess you can say I'm..." Firepaw grinned took out some sunglasses and put them on. "...all fired up now."

Instead of shouting "YYYEEEEAAAHH!" as usually said after a pun, the cats just cheered his new name. Firepaw let it slide; just hearing his new name was enough.

"Great job whipping Longtail's tail, Firepaw!" called Graypaw, coming over to him. "I heard Longtail could use his tail like a lasso or whip, but that's all a bunch of baloney now."

"So where'd that wimp slink off to?" asked Rusty. He was happy to finally use the word 'wimp' himself.

Graypaw pointed toward a den on the other side of the clearing. "He went to Spottedleaf's den. Spottedleaf's our medicine cat, and she's pretty...and pretty sexy too," he added with a chuckle. Noticing Firepaw get a dreamy look, he added quickly, "But she's off limits!"

"Oh, and Longtail said something about me not having a 3DS," said Rusty. "Do I need one?"

"Since Tigerclaw's really into Pokémon, yeah, you gotta have one," said Graypaw. "But don't worry. We can go raid a Gamestop and get one for you."

Another cat was passing them now, the dark gray tabby with the Family Guy canteen. Firepaw mewed a hello, but the warrior looked like something that got scraped from his shoe...if cats wore shoes, that is.

"Lucky your collar snapped off when it did," the dark gray cat sneered. "It's a shame too, since I wanted to see Longtail smash you like Stewie Griffin with that infected head wound." And with that, he went away.

Okay...that wasn't funny, Firepaw thought. He remembered Smudge telling him of cats making others watch reruns of modern Family Guy. Maybe this guy was that cat.

"Now Darkstripe is neither young nor pretty," Graypaw remarked. "And he's also not funny. In fact, he's pretty pathetic."

You're telling me. Firepaw wanted to tell Graypaw that, but he never got the chance. He got interrupted by an old gray cat standing guard.

"Smallear smells trouble!" Graypaw exclaimed.

"I am not, whippersnapper!" snapped the gray cat. "I smell that someone has soiled themselves during battle! Shameful!"

Now Graypaw rolled his eyes. "Ah...I get who it is now," he groaned to Firepaw. "It's Ravenpaw. He's a friend of mine, but he's more chicken than a chicken. Why he went with Tigerclaw and Redtail out on a patrol to RiverClan is beyond me."

And just like that, a young cat burst into the clearing. He had short black fur, a long tail ending with a white tip, a white chest, and huge glasses over his eyes. All eyes were on him, and he avoided eye contact.

"What is it, Ravenpaw?" Bluestar asked, getting onto her rock. "You even smell like you soiled yourself in battle. Speak!"

Ravenpaw took out a paper bag and kept breathing into it in loud heavy gasps. Then he popped the bag quickly, making some kits cry from the loud noise, before he finally spoke.

"R-Redtail is dead!" he wailed before falling unconscious.

"Oh no, not again!" Smallear groaned, rolling his eyes.

To be continued...