Before we start, I'd like to include something I didn't put in my last story: This whole Histeria! universe of mine is basically what I think happened after 24 Hours. I already said I don't own any of the characters except the ones you haven't seen in JusSonic's stories. You want to see who they are? Go read the stories. They're genius.
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A young boy woke up to the sounds of birds chirping outside of his window. He groaned and said, “Okay, okay, I'm up, you stupid winged rodents.” He sighed. “Great. Just when you think the birds will let you sleep in once in a school morning, they prove you wrong.”
A dog raced into the room, barking and panting, while holding a tennis ball in his mouth. The boy laughed as the dog licked his face. “Okay, Fetch. I'm up, I'm up! Lay off!”
The boy, who was about 12, slipped on a white T-shirt with an Auburn football jersey on over it, and then he put on black gym shorts. He put on socks and Nike tennis shoes last of all, then quietly walked downstairs.
He noticed his father, who was currently being his little...er, rather large-framed, Berrynose self, just about to leave for work. He slipped into cat mode and crept toward him. He took it slow, as his father taught him. 'Take it slow.' His father’s voice rang in his head from his first pouncing lesson. 'One more step…'
He launched himself out of the shadows from behind the sofa. His father, caught off-guard, let out a yowl of surprise as the boy—cat—wrestled him to the ground.
The creamy-white tom laughed and changed back to human, pushing the cat off of him. “BB!” he said. “Honestly, sometimes I wonder where you got those paws from! You nearly crushed me!”
The tomcat, whose name happened to be Thunderfoot as a result of his OMSC HUGE paws, chuckled nervously as he changed back to human. “Sorry, dad,” he said.
“Well, save your pouncing for training this afternoon,” the man replied, still laughing. “You'll have plenty of time then to squash me flat as a leaf.”
“Loud!” That was the voice of BB's mother. “I hope you're not dawdling in there! You have a meeting, remember? You have to leave early! Get down to the car and off to work!”
BB's mother had a nature of command, but BB knew very well that she wouldn't dare order his father around like that unless she was in a particularly chipper mood.
Loud, who happened to be the King of Pride Rock as well as BB's father and mentor, grinned, turned around and said, “Well, Charity, I think you'd find it hard to get off to work when your kid squashes you under his gigantic paws.”
BB looked apologetically up at his father, who smiled. “It's okay, BB,” he said. “I'm pretty sure this happens at your Uncle Jimmy's house all the time.”
BB smiled. It did. He had it on videotape.
Jimmy and Cindy Neutron were his aunt and uncle, after she had been discovered as one of Loud's biological sisters, with Hannah Smith being the other. Sheen Estevez and Caleb Thompson were his brothers, along with his foster brothers, Cody, Nathan, and Luke. So, in short, it was usually a pretty big family reunion.
Charity, BB's mother, walked into the room and playfully shooed her husband out the door. She laughed and turned to BB. “Where are your brothers and your sister?” she asked.
BB pointed upstairs. “Still in bed, I'd guess,” he replied.
Charity sighed. “Your turn to wake them up,” she said.
BB looked at her. “Good,” he said. “I've been waiting for this for a long time.”
He walked upstairs, but before he did, he handed Charity some earplugs. He raced up to his room, turned on one of his mother's old CDs, and cranked it up REALLY loud.
Sure enough, it sent Cassidy, Justin, and Luke racing out of bed, still in their pajamas, or in Justin's case, like BB, a T-shirt and boxers. They raced downstairs to the dining room and, as BB turned off the stereo, zoomed through their breakfast at light speed.
When the music turned off, however, they began to get a clue that they hadn't been awakened by an actual band. They looked at each other and yelled, “BB!”
BB raced won the stairs and grinned. “Boy, you should have seen the looks on your faces!”
“Thanks, BB," Luke said dryly. “Oh, well. We've got to go the boring dump that is school anyway.”
Charity gave her son a “look,” then walked over to the table, where she set a plate of mice in front of BB, who hadn't eaten yet. He ate them all in a few ravenous gulps, and then turned to the others. “C'mon, you guys!” he yowled as he raced out the door, grabbing his backpack along the way. The others followed reluctantly, while Charity flopped onto the couch, turned on the TV, and said, “Finally! I thought they'd never leave!”
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When BB got home, he called to his mother, “I'm going out to the training hollow!”
“Good!” his mother replied. “I’ll tell your father where you are when he gets home in a few minutes.”
BB raced outside, and Cassidy watched him, saying, “Weren’t you and I supposed to be training today?”
“Yes,” Charity answered. “But we’re going to battle train with them later.”
Cassidy yawned. “Good!” she said. “Edgar Allen Poe decided to keep us in poetry class for a lot longer than usual. I’m going to catch up on some necessary beauty sleep.”
Charity smiled. “You do that,” she said.
Soon after, Loud walked in the door. “Where’s BB?” he asked.
“Oh, so that’s all I get?” Charity asked playfully. “I’ve been waiting for over eight hours for you to come home and all I get is “where’s BB?” Loud, I’m…I’m hurt.”
Loud laughed, walked over to her and kissed her. After he did, he smiled and said, “That good enough for you?”
Charity smiled back. “Totally.”
She jerked her thumb in the direction of the back door. “BB’s out in the training hollow,” she informed her husband.
Loud smiled. “Thanks,” he said.
He walked out to meet his son. “Hey, BB,” he said, “ready for battle training?”
“You bet!” BB yowled, flexing his claws in anticipation.
“All right,” said Loud. “Attack me.”
BB was confused. “Just like that?” he asked.
Loud nodded. “Just like that,” he replied.
BB hesitated, and then pounced. He wrestled with Loud for a few moments, but while he was about a foot less from his father’s height, he was no match for his father’s strength, and Loud wound up on top.
“Hey!” he said, laughing. “Go easier on me, will you?”
Loud smiled and got off of him. “So you seriously think that when you go into battle, a ShadowClan warrior’s going to easier on you just because you ask him to do so?”
“Well, no,” BB admitted.
“Then don’t ask me,” Loud said. “Now, try again, and this time, don’t give your enemy time to think.”
BB nodded, and then suddenly charged at his father, and while he didn’t give Loud too much time to think, Loud easily swiped him away. BB felt he had been bundled away like a bothersome kit.
Loud panted and rested for a few moments, then said, “Good try. But you weren’t prepared for the counterstrike.”
BB narrowed his eyes. There must be some way he could beat his father!
Loud then took up a crouching stance. “Try and get past me, and be as quick as possible when you do.”
BB looked closely at him. He noticed that Loud was putting all his weight on one side, and if it were a real battle, if he tried getting past on that side, his opponent could easily crush him.
He aimed for a sapling on the other side of the hollow, and decided to make that a target. He zoomed over on the side where Loud wasn’t putting weight on, and before his father could reposition himself, BB unbalanced him on the way past, and made it to the sapling.
His father let out a yowl of surprise as he slipped and fell, but he got up quickly. “That was very good,” he panted. “But let’s see how you deal with this one.”
They learned a few more before when Charity came out with Cassidy, who was yawning up a storm while wearing wrinkled clothes; BB guessed she’d taken a nap earlier in the afternoon. “Mind if we join you?” Charity asked.
“I don’t if he doesn’t,” BB piped up.
Loud looked amused, and said, “No, I don’t mind. It’ll be good for learning this next move, anyway.”
Cassidy had stopped yawning a few seconds ago and asked, “What is it?”
Loud didn’t look at her when he replied, “The badger defense.”
BB looked at his father in shock. “B-but that’s one of the hardest,” he stammered.
Charity nodded. “We know,” she answered. “That’s why you’re learning it. Life without difficulty wouldn’t help us. It would only weaken us.”
Loud nodded in agreement. “Now,” he said to Charity, “you be the badger.”
“Why do I always have to be the badger?” Charity complained.
“Because I’m the head of the house and I said so,” Loud replied, as if then the matter was finished. It was, because Charity knew better than to argue with Loud when his mind was made up. Maybe next time she would get to be the badger, anyway.
“Now,” said Loud, “watch and learn, kiddo.”
He leaped high enough to clear a badger, up and over charity. He landed firm on the ground, twisted around, swiped out a claw which barely missed Charity’s face, crouched down, and snapped his jaws at her leg as if trying to biting her.
“Of course,” he panted, “that might not work on some, because some are a bit too quick. But I’m pretty sure it’ll work on most badgers and perhaps some of the villains you may have to face in the future.”
After they tried out that move, as well as some others, the four went inside for dinner, and after that, bed.
Of course, the same went for tomorrow…when it was an average day for an average Kiddington.
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