Geeze... it's been over a year-and-a-half since I last updated this. Miss me? :D I know I missed you guys. I lost inspiration for this story for so long, and I just got some back. Yay!

If you guys are still out there... you people who were interested in this... I'm back.

Enjoy :)

Lionblaze growled angrily, slamming his locker shut. How dare Breezepelt- that was- that was- awful! He breathed heavily, while hurrying down the hall to Onestar's room.

"Welcome- Lionblaze, is it?" Onestar asked.

Lionblaze nodded.

"Hello, and welcome to world studies. Please stand on the outskirts of the classroom so I can assign seats."

Lionblaze nodded, groaning to himself, and walked over to Hollyleaf, who was standing with Cinderheart, laughing about something. "Hi," he said.

Hollyleaf turned around to look at him. "Oh, hi, Blazey!" she said cheerfully.

"Hey."

"Why the frowny-face?" Cinderheart teased him.

"Because of him," Lionblaze jerked his head to Breezepelt, who came strutting his annoying butt into the room.

"Blazey, everyone gets out in dodgeball at some point. Just because you are basically the MVP of your teams doesn't mean you won't get out at points. C'mon, get over it!" Hollyleaf nudged him.

Lionblaze shook his head. "Breezepelt and I have had basically a hatred for each other since we were in second grade together. We didn't get off on the right paw, and this is literally the first day of seventh grade, and he's already trying to go for the throat."

"Deal with it!"

"It is his fault that I got in trouble with Dustpelt earlier today. It is his fault that I didn't get to eat lunch. It is his fault that I got out in dodgeball. He will ruin this class for me."

"Who will ruin what class for you?" Breezepelt came over to them.

"Go away, you fox-hearted stalker." Lionblaze snapped at him.

"I'm not a stalker, I just get very interested in other's conversations."

"Shut up."

"Well, now I know who not to put together." Onestar said. "Class, hang on while I make an edit to the the seating arrangements."

Lionblaze rolled his eyes. "We haven't been in this classroom for five minutes, yet Onestar already knows to keep us separate. Nice going."

"Well, it's better than him having to deal with it later." Breezepelt shrugged.

"Why am I even talking to you?" Lionblaze asked.

"I don't know. That question occurred to me, as well." the black tom smirked.

"Alright, class! Let's assign these seats! Hollyleaf, please sit at the first desk on the left." Onestar gestured to the seat closest to the small supply closet he had in the room. "Berrynose, next to her, and Honeyfern, next to him. Then, could I please have Scorchfur behind Hollyleaf, Minnowtail behind Berrynose, and behind Honeyfern, Foxleap. And in the last row, Olivenose behind Scorchfur, Lionblaze behind Minnowtail, and Cinderheart behind Foxleap. If we have any problems, I will immediately be switching around seats- I want this to be a good year. If you are not happy with who you sit near, please see me after class and I'm sure we can work something out." the teacher winked at the class. "Now, down to the real fun stuff. Does anyone know what we will be studying this year?"

Cinderheart, Honeyfern, and Scorchfur raised their paws.

Onestar nodded. "Honeyfern?"

"Don't we get more in-depth to the Warrior Code?" Honeyfern asked.

"Yes, we do do that as part of the curriculum." Onestar looked pleased.

"You said do-do." Foxleap laughed immaturely.

"Oh dear. Foxleap, please do try to restrain yourself from making such comments." Onestar rolled his eyes, however, looking slightly amused. "You are in seventh grade- I think we are past that type of thing. Or I should hope."

Foxleap shrugged.

"Let's get back on topic. Anyone else have any idea of what we are studying?" Onestar asked. "Yes, Scorchfur?"

"Um, I think we are studying a more in-depth version of the formation of StarClan?"

"Good, good." Onestar nodded.

Cinderheart put her paw down. "I was gonna say that." she whined to Lionblaze.
He chuckled.

"We are studying both of those things, and we will also be studying some of the first organized civilizations of cats." Onestar said.

Cinderheart's hand shot up. "Oh! Like, The Ancients?"

"Exactly!" Onestar beamed. "Excellent, excellent!"

Cinderheart beamed at the praise.

"Lionblaze belongs in The Ancients." Breezepelt laughed maliciously. "I heard that they couldn't figure out how to hunt for food for a while and were dying off. Lionblaze is stupid enough to be one of them."

Lionblaze's eyes widened and he stared, horrified, at Breezepelt.

Onestar frowned. "Breezepelt, we don't disrespect classmates like that. In fact, we don't disrespect anyone like that. That is a detention for you- see me after class to get your pink slip. And it is true that in the beginning, they did struggle to find a way to properly hunt, and numbers of their cats were struggling from starvation, but they did figure out ways to hunt eagles and other birds from the sky. They were incredibly adaptable," he said. "We all have some Ancient blood running through our veins. Everyone."

Lionblaze was pleased at how Onestar told off Breezepelt, but he still felt rather embarrassed at what the black cat had said about him. He raised his paw. "Onestar, can I go to the bathroom?"

"Feel free- but be back soon, we have much more to talk about." Onestar nodded, then went to his desk to retrieve a stack of paper.

Lionblaze stood up and walked towards the door, being sure that the teacher wasn't looking, and bumped into Breezepelt's desk, making the desk rattle and Breezepelt nearly fall out of his seat.

He walked out, and moved past Mousewhisker's classroom- Icewing's- and knocked on the door. It turned heads, thankfully, Mousewhisker's. He made a thumbs-up sign and jerked his paw behind him. Then he moved away before Icewing could come to the door and notice him knocking on the door at an "inappropriate time".

He walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His fur was extremely messed up, he also looked flushed and annoyed. He smoothed down his fur while he waited for his friend to come join him.

It took a good five minutes, and Lionblaze was afraid that Onestar was going to send someone to go get him to make sure he hadn't fallen into the toilet or something.

Finally, Mousewhisker burst through the door of the bathroom. "Sorry dude, Icewing wouldn't let me leave, and Berrynose and I got into a heated argument over what book to read." he rolled his eyes. "School is changing me already. I shouldn't care about these things!" he grabbed onto Lionblaze's hoodie. "You gotta help me, man!"

"How? Besides, I've got bigger problems. Breezepelt is in my history class and he completely humiliated me by comparing me to the Ancients and calling me stupid. Of course, he got a detention for that, but it was a little too late."

"Sorry, dude." Mousewhisker looked at him sympathetically. "It's the first day of school and he's already driving you crazy. You know what you should do?"

"What?" Lionblaze asked miserably.

Mousewhisker looked at him, grinning this kooky grin that he got from time to time when he got a crazy idea. "Pranking. Of course, you're gonna need to bring some cash tomorrow, because we're gonna need to visit Foxleap and Robinwing, because we need some pranking stuff. I heard they've already got the arsenals up in their lockers."

"Well, duh, they're Foxleap and Robinwing." Lionblaze laughed. "But I like where you're going here. We'll talk more later. I think Onestar's gonna send someone after me. I've been in here for about ten minutes and they must think that I've either decided to ditch or fell into the toilet. And neither of those things I want the teacher to think of me."

"Good point. See ya later!" Mousewhisker said.

They left the bathroom and went to the respective classrooms. Lionblaze was in a good mood the rest of class. Despite the fact Onestar had to get him to pay attention twice, and Breezepelt threw crumpled-up wads of notebook paper and got into more trouble, Lionblaze was still in a good mood. Mousewhisker had good plans. And Robinwing and Foxleap were good prankers.

At the end of class, Lionblaze nudged Foxleap. "Arsenal full?"

"You know it!" Foxleap cheered. "You need something?"

Lionblaze couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.

I'm really mean to you guys, aren't I? Don't trust me to update soon, but I will try. If I leave you on a cliffhanger for more than a month, just try to think of the prank Lionblaze is going to do on Breezepelt yourself.

Until next time,

Chucklez :)