A/N: Hey there, readers. Some of you might be a little shy to review, but please don't be.

I decided to add a little bit of humor in this chappie for a while. Prin Pardus did say it doesn't have to be a specific genre. Oh well, here we go!

Take Your Best Shot

Dawnpaw sighed, irritated, as her Mary Sue sister, Angelpaw, tried to flirt with yet another tom. Of course, her sister had everything—the looks, the respect, the parents, the attention. Who was Dawnpaw? Just a shy little old soul who never talked to anyone about anything. What was the point in impressing, anyway, when your sister steals the attention greedily like a rabid hyperactive fangirl? Of course, Dawnpaw never knew what a fangirl was, except that day when a female Twoleg came wandering through the forest, squealing in happiness and telling herself she was a fangirl. So Dawnpaw guessed fangirls were supposed to be that crazy.

After a while of constant sighing and groans, Dawnpaw grumpily padded out of her small den to get some fresh air for a while. It's not like she was going to compete with her sister. Angelpaw always beat every single cat in everything, even the great, great Firestar, who prophesied for her to be the leader in a few days. It was a wonder, and everyone gasped in shock, like they didn't even know. Dawnpaw sighed yet again, her shoulders slumping. Sometimes her Clanmates were so mouse-brained.

Spotting a plump vole on the fresh-kill pile, Dawnpaw eyed it hungrily. Looking around to see that her Mary Sue sister wasn't in sight, she quickened her pace, which eventually turned into running. This was going to be the prey she so desperately needed, since Angelpaw got most of it and never even got fat. Dawnpaw snickered at that thought. That vole's mine mine mine mine mine—

Her claw was just an inch from snatching that vole until a familiar bundle of white fur landed on it expertly, hooking it delicately with her pretty claws. Her wide, turquoise-golden eyes rested on Dawnpaw, who let out another groan. "Hey! That was mine!"

Angelpaw shrugged, her sleek, long, shiny, white fur glistening in the sunlight. "Sorry. I didn't know you were there." Her golden paws shuffled, as if her perfect, feminine voice would convince Dawnpaw enough to pity her.

"Come on, Angelpaw, I know you're faking it." The cream colored apprentice decided to circle around her sister, who stared around in confusion. Her star pupiled eyes twinkled brightly. "It was mine first, sis. Give me that." Angelpaw gasped as Dawnpaw bit the vole off her claw.

Angelpaw stared at her claw in horror. She could see the tiniest bit of her claw chipped off. "My claw…"

Dawnpaw groaned. "What is it this time? It looks perfect. You're perfect, unlike me." She glanced at her sister curiously. "Say, Angelpaw, what happened to the tom you were…flirting with?"

Angelpaw gasped. Those gasps are probably all she does, Dawnpaw thought.

"I wasn't…flirting with him! Reedpaw just seemed like a really nice tom, and I wanted to cheer him up. That's what I was doing." Her fluffy tail lashed ever so slightly, and the pretty pink streaks on her fur blended well. Dawnpaw wondered how in StarClan could Angelpaw ever get a pelt like that.

Seeming to read her thoughts, Angelpaw murmured, "StarClan did ask me what pelt color I wanted, and I really loved pink because it goes with my fur and—"

"So why couldn't I choose my own pelt color?" Dawnpaw's fur bristled; she hated how perfect her sister was.

"Well…" Angelpaw looked down. "I really don't know. StarClan just told me I was special, and I had a great destiny." She squealed at the thought of that. "Oh, I'm sorry…was I troubling you?" she asked when she saw Dawnpaw's face burn with rage.

Dawnpaw rolled her eyes. "Oh, not at all, oh-so perfect Mary Sue. I shall bow down and worship you while I eat this vole." And with that, she stalked off to her den, only to be blocked out by a cream colored she-cat with green eyes. It was her mother, Fernwhisker.

"Stop talking trash about Angelpaw and give her that vole. She deserves it," Fernwhisker ordered.

Deserves what? For flirting with every tom she sees? Dawnpaw retorted, but she held her tongue. Her pelt burned with resentment, but she forced her fur to smooth down. It was no good seeing her mother in a state like this, and StarClan knows how long she would keep her temper.

Instead Dawnpaw whimpered and whispered an "Okay," before hurrying over in front of her perfect, sparkly sister and nudging the vole with her nose. "Here you go. Great. Now I have nothing to eat," Dawnpaw mumbled before dashing to her den, not waiting for Angelpaw to answer.

. . .

"D-Dawnpaw?"

The she-cat groaned, half-opening her eyes. "Angelpaw! Why'd you have to wake me up like that?"

The pretty she-cat gasped, clasping her forepaws around her mouth. "D-D-Did I? I'm so sorry! I…I just wanted to ask you something and…I'll be leaving you so that you'll get a good nap." Before Angelpaw could race out of the apprentice's den, Dawnpaw urged, rather loudly, for Angelpaw to come back.

"What is it?" Dawnpaw's voice sounded dead, like she didn't want to live in this Clan. It wasn't her fault she had such a Sue for a sister.

Angelpaw opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it as she thought of what to say. Dawnpaw glared at her. This was taking forever.

"I…I was just wondering…Would you like to play a game—"

"A game? Angelpaw, you know you're going to win!" Dawnpaw hissed, trying not to make her voice so loud that it will wake the other napping apprentices up.

Angelpaw sighed. "I just felt like I haven't spent time with you, enough, Dawnpaw. So now, I propose a game." Dawnpaw's ears pricked. She didn't know Angelpaw cared for her at all.

"Go on," she urged.

Angelpaw hesitated for a bit. "Well…"

"Come on," Dawnpaw snapped.

"I—" Angelpaw was shortly cut off as a handsome, sturdy tom walked in.

His ears flattened and a goofy grin spread across his face as he spotted Angelpaw. "Angelpaw, my love, I will do everything in my power to please you, O Beautiful One." Dawnpaw glared at the tom. His tail was lashing, and his yellow eyes looked dreamy and distant. He continued with his stupid, pointless speech. "I will swim the deepest rivers, and climb the highest mountains for—"

"Yeah, yeah we get it," Dawnpaw interrupted rudely. "Angelpaw was about to tell me something until you came in and started doing your stupid speech." Her teeth clenched and her fur bristling, Dawnpaw hated all the toms in the Clans, since all they did was act like that. Reedpaw shot her a dirty glare, padding towards her. Angelpaw realized what he was doing, and interrupted with a loud sigh.

The tip of her tail was flicking ever so slightly. "I wanted to tell Dawnpaw about the game," she answered.

Reedpaw's eyes widened. "Oh yes. The game." Staring firmly at Dawnpaw, he decided to explain for himself. "The one who attracts the most attention wins."

"The what?" Dawnpaw screeched. Looking around to see a few glares from her fellow denmates, she bowed her head in shame. "Look, what do you mean, try to attract more attention? There's no chance in StarClan that I would win!"

"That's why I wanted you to shine. I'll try my best not to get attention," Angelpaw's eyes sparked with determination. Dawnpaw wasn't so convinced. Squinting hardly, she found it. That gleam in Angelpaw's eyes. It was masked with fake determination, but it was there. Filled with mock and hatred for her sister.

Dawnpaw flicked one ear, not surprised at all. She knew how much Angelpaw loved attention. She knew Angelpaw was confident that she would win. She knew that. Staring into her eyes once more, that gleam was gone, since Angelpaw seemed a little bit self-conscious. Back to her glorious perfect self, Angelpaw padded humbly out of the den, murmuring a goodbye and a deadline, which is, two sunrises from now. Reedpaw padded after her, still crazy-eyed with love.

Dawnpaw's tail-tip twitched. Oh, what am I going to do now?

. . .

"That's why I need help." Dawnpaw sighed.

She went to the elder's den to try to get some advice, but most of them seemed to be sleeping, except the newest elder, Blazefur. She seemed pretty nice, nice enough to listen to Dawnpaw's thoughts on the upcoming battle between Angelpaw.

Blazefur, smiled warmly at Dawnpaw. "Now now, little one." Dawnpaw expected Blazefur to say some stuff like, "It's not about winning, it's about having fun." But what Blazefur said really shocked her.

"I know the best way to grab attention."

Dawnpaw stared at her. "What?" That didn't come from an elder that often. Well, Blazefur was a young elder.

With ears pricked, the cream colored she-cat listened to her tale. After a while, Dawnpaw nodded.

"Thanks for the advice," she murmured before padding out of the den, her tail high. This plan was so crazy it just might work…

. . .

"Take me to see Scourge."

The deputy, Bone, looked puzzled. "What's a puny apprentice like you doing here, and what are you holding?"

Dawnpaw was, indeed, holding a water gun, a Twoleg thing Blazefur indicated. She said if any of the cats try to rip her throat out, she'd just have to spray them with this glorious thing—the water gun, until they'd beg for mercy. Dawnpaw didn't know herself what would be in store in this tiny object, but she still trusted Blazefur. Oh, StarClan, let this thing work, she pleaded before answering bravely at the muscular deputy.

"I come from Blazefur's order. I want to see him, now," Dawnpaw ordered.

Bone let out a growl. Dawnpaw could see his fur starting to bristle. "Scourge doesn't even know you. Why do you even—"

Without a second thought, Dawnpaw pulled the trigger with her tooth, sending water spray right into Bone's eyes. Instantly he squealed and started squirming.

Dawnpaw didn't know why, but she suddenly burst out laughing. Five short seconds passed, and she immediately stopped when she found Bone glaring at her. "Sorry," she murmured before asking him, "Are you going to let me in now?"

"Yes, as long as you don't get me with that thing anymore," Bone spat, glaring at the water gun Dawnpaw was still holding. She shrugged casually, avoiding Bone's glare and hopping into the leader's den, where Scourge was sleeping.

She started to shake him furiously with her paw. "Wake….up!"

Scourge hissed, blinking open his ice blue eyes. Spotting that the cream she-cat wasn't part of BloodClan, he unsheathed his claws and prepared to pounce.

Dawnpaw took a step back, releasing the trigger and spraying it on Scourge's face. In moments, the cat was already soaking wet. He shivered, shaking his pelt from all the cold droplets. Glaring at her, he croaked, "What is it?"

"I come from Blazefur, and I come in peace." Dawnpaw took a few pawsteps forward, her eyes gleaming bravely.

Scourge's eyes widened at the mention of Blazefur, and shook his head. "Blazefur, eh…" He stared at her water gun. "Her newest creation, eh?"

"She never said it was hers," Dawnpaw mewed calmly. "She probably got it from a Twoleg place, and told me to spray this on you guys." Her lips quivered and she tried hard not to laugh. Clearing her throat, she focused hard on the message Blazefur gave her. "Anyway, Blazefur asked you to come to ThunderClan."

Scourge hissed once she said ThunderClan. "Oh, you mean that rotten Clan full of Sues and Stus?"

Dawnpaw's eyes widened. "How did you know what Sues and Stus are?"

"Blazefur told me what they were." Scourge shook his head. "Anyway, why does she want me to come there?"

"Well, because she said you'll help out in a problem I'm trying to solve," Dawnpaw explained, avoiding eye contact with Scourge. He was creepy enough.

"And what kind of problem is that?" Scourge pressed.

Dawnpaw sighed. "It's Angelpaw. My sister. She always gets the attention and the fame. Did I tell you she was becoming leader in a few days?"

Scourge unsheathed his claws, pushing them onto the dirt. Dawnpaw gasped. Those were some long claws. "ThunderClan really is full of Sues and Stus," he muttered. Straightening up, he asked more questions. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Angelpaw challenged me to a competition and…." Dawnpaw let out another sigh. "I'm not sure if I could do it on my own, so I asked Blazefur what to do and…"

"I'll help." Dawnpaw blinked. That was easy.

"Blazefur isn't really part of ThunderClan. She's an agent." Scourge glanced at Dawnpaw. "And you are, too."

"How could I be if I didn't even know it?" she cried.

"You were the only one who spotted Angelpaw's perfectness, right?"

Dawnpaw nodded.

"Then you're one of us." He flicked his tail, signaling her to go out of the cramped den. "Let's do this."

…

Scourge and Dawnpaw entered the ThunderClan camp, with not a cat in sight. The guard, Graystripe, was busy snoring his head off. She nodded and Scourge looked around, spotting the elder's den. Diving inside, Scourge nudged Blazefur with one paw.

"I'm here," h whispered furiously. Blazefur moaned, glancing upwards. As soon as she realized it was Scourge, she whispered, "What's the plan?"

The two whispered quietly while Dawnpaw slipped into the apprentice's den, pretending to be asleep. As soon as the sun rose up, of course, Angelpaw was the first one to wake up.

Opening one eye, Dawnpaw spotted her sister doing the early morning stretch, flexing her clean, long claws and not even caring to smooth down her fur, since it wasn't even ruffled. Angelpaw glanced at Dawnpaw, half-smirking, half-grinning. "Oh, the day's here. It's your time to shine." She winked and padded out of the den. Dawnpaw rolled her eyes and reluctantly followed.

Cats woke up just as soon as they realized they were in Angelpaw's presence. All the toms (even with some she-cats) followed her, staring at her with wide eyes.

"No need to make such a fuss about me. It's not much of a big deal that I'm becoming leader tomorrow," Angelpaw purred.

Brambleclaw, the deputy, licked her gently on the cheek. "You know I'd do everything in my power to make you leader."

All the cats murmured agreement, looking at her fondly. It seemed that Angelpaw had the whole Clan with her, minus Scourge and Blazefur, of course. Dawnpaw glanced at the pretty she-cat, whose eyes were glowing. It seemed like there was a faint outline around her for a special effect. Dawnpaw shuffled her paws nervously, wondering where Scourge and Blazefur were.

Angelpaw groomed her fur innocently. "Oh yes. Dawnpaw, where is your team? I thought this was your time to shine," she mewed, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

Dawnpaw's fur unintentionally bristled. "What would you say if—" Suddenly, a cat with shades and a bowtie on with a cheeseburger on his paw, started rapping and dancing like a Twoleg. Dawnpaw eyed Scourge weirdly. This wasn't part of the plan.

"Why. Is. He. Acting. So. Out of character," Dawnpaw muttered only to herself, but some cats murmured in agreement. Then Scourge got a random guitar out of his pocket and started smashing it to bits. "Seriously?" Dawnpaw stared at the author. "Why did you make him do this?"

After a few moments, some cats yowled their approval, while most of the she-cats tackled him.

"I LOVE YOU!" they screamed. "You never told us, Angelpaw, that you brought Scourge!"

Angelpaw shook her head. "I…I never did," she stammered.

"Then who did?" yowled Hazeltail, a young warrior.

Dawnpaw smirked. "I did."

And soon, the whole Clan gathered around Dawnpaw and Scourge, who was still unexpectedly tackled. He was pretty uncomfortable, but he held his temper for some reason. Maybe to get rid of Angelpaw, and pretended he actually loved them.

All Scourge did was send winks back at the she-cats, who fainted, swooned and sighed. And, as if on cue, a bunch of other screaming Twoleg fangirls came, with another cat. Jayfeather. Oh StarClan… Dawnpaw pleaded StarClan not to let Jayfeather do this.

The blind medicine cat let out a whistle, and soon, all of the Twoleg girls, even with some Twoleg boys, started screaming loudly at him. Angelpaw just stared, her mouth wide open, and the faint outline around her gone.

"I'm on Dawnpaw'a side, just so you know. Scourge and I," yelled Jayfeather, which made all of the Twolegs start to ask for Dawnpaw's autograph. She didn't know what to do, so she ripped the paper to shreds. They squealed at the shredded paper, and turned on random music. Apparently it was a love song, and Scourge and Jayfeather started to sing it. And soon, every single cat came in to cherish the moment, and the Clan unexpectedly exploded.

The Twolegs and cats cheered, since ThunderClan was no more, though Angelpaw looked like she was having a seizure.

"Best day ever," Dawnpaw whispered. Crawling back to Angelpaw, she put on a fake smile, though she could clearly see it was forced, and her eyes glimmered with hatred.

"Well! Wasn't it your time to shine." Angelpaw murmured, her eye twitching furiously. Dawnpaw stared back at the fangirls, and to Blazefur, who was also singing with them.

She turned back to Angelpaw. "Well, isn't it? Lemme go get some pizza. See you later, Angelpaw!" She nudged Angelpaw, who was not replying. "Lighten up a bit. Want some pizza?"

All Angelpaw did was faint.

And, Dawnpaw? She just shrugged and ran away.

You see, this lesson should teach us about not to mess up with Dawnpaw, and how Mary Sues shouldn't mess up our perfectly perfect awesomeness, because we got pizza—

"We get it already!" A cat yowled from the back.

Blazefur sighed. "Fine. Just don't forget to rub your back with a cockroach if you're feeling lonely!" And she finally shut the camera off.

A/N: Sorry if it's not funny, guys, I'm so sleepy and my shoulder aches. Not my usual comedy-self. *yawns* GUYS, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. I'm begging you to review. It doesn't have to be a long one, just tell me your opinion. Please, guys. I accept criticism, just please no flames. Please? :3