When Shit Went Down (Warrior Cat FanFic)

Chapter 7 - Sandycrotch's POV

NOTE.
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LARGE AMOUNTS OF SWEARING AND DRUG USE AND ALCOHOL USE. BE ADVISED. ENJOY~
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"Sandycrotch! Cocainefur!" The cats around me in the dim underground den chanted. The smell of catmint was at first overwhelming but I had soon gotten used to it as it took me away from reality. That was heartbeats ago, though. Now, I stood with my front paws on a dead log, sniffing Twoleg Cocaine. It burnt greatly as I took in the white lines but the cheering kept me going. Cocainfur was at the other end, doing the same amount. He was an expert, no doubt about that.

I then backed up and shook my head - less than half a line left - eyes huge and pupils dilated. "Done, nope. Can't do it." I shuttered. Lightheaded, I staggered away from the log. "Cocainefur wins!" Twitchtail yelled after he jumped on top of the log. "Careful you dumbfuck! Our dealer is running low on Cocaine! Make it last!" Spiderdance warned, paws on the log and his eyes glassy and narrowed. Smokethroat was supposed to be sober and keeping his eyes on the party but he almost instantly ditched his responsibility to get high with Blazeleaf, Pothead, Methpaw, and Weedsmoke.

"Alright, fine." Twitchtail muttered, hopping down. There was barely any powder left, but he sniffed it up and pranced toward the show preformed by explicit dancing of whore she-cats. Poledance and Shitpaw were pole-dancing, Twerklegs and Asswart were twerking while Ratchetpelt sang. Bulldogs were behind the stump Ratchetpelt was standing on, beating on a hollow log that perfected the song with its beat.

Ratchetpelt swung her hips, her fluffy tail swaying to the beat. Her eyes glowed with a flirtatious light, winking at the toms. She got plenty of whistles and eager toms at her paws.

If you hadn't noticed, StonerClan had joined our Clan in a party. Ratchetpelt finished her song and then the dancers stopped at the perfect timing. Ratchetpelt hopped down and headed over to see the group of stoners, her hindquarters shaking purposely. I felt a presence beside me but as I looked over, no one was there. I looked around with my head completely still, my ears scanning for particular noises. The noises of everyone around me drowned out and my paranoia increased. My ears began to ring and I felt the urge to snort more Cocaine.

Everyone was mingling around me; Shitpaw and Fuckherrightinthepussypaw were being hit on by MaybeIamyodaddystripe. A smirk was on his face, his tail fluffy and his eyes eager. Twerklegs, Twitchtail, Poledance, Spiderdance, Cocainefur, and Asswart were in a circle. "Yo, Sandycrotch! Come over here, we're playing spin the stick!" Twitchtail screamed, standing up while everyone else was sitting. He's tweaked.

I stood up and almost instantly I got a head rush. I stumbled onto my face and just laid there, hindquarters in the air, with a blank look on my face. I began to stand up more slowly, and then I padded over to the circle. Twerklegs and Twitchtail separated to make room, concern in their gazes.

"Need a drink? You look like you've had... A little too much up your nose there," Twerklegs commented, using her paw to whip the leftover Cocaine from my nose. I didn't even feel her do it, my nose was numb. "Yo! Bulldogs! Get Sandycrotch a margarita!" Twitchtail yelled over to the drink-carriers. In mere heartbeats, there was a drink at my paws in a nest of leaves.

At first I just stared, but then I lapped up the tangy liquid as quick as I could since the game had begun. I shook my head to get the sour taste out of my mouth, but it didn't leave and soon it just sweetened. My eyes widened and I suddenly became very hyper and just ready for the day.

"Alright, come on, let's get this party started!" I meowed, standing up. Twitching and breathing heavily, I watched the stick spin intensely until it came to a stop on Cocainefur. "Woo! Cocainefur got motherfucking picked!" I yelled, slamming my paw on the ground. I slammed it on the ground several times impatiently, whining, "Spin it, fucking spin it, bitches!"

"Calm yourself, Sandycrotch. Holy fuck you're wild." Spiderdance commented, padding over to where I sat.

"Never again will you be in a sniffing contest with Cocainefur!" Asswart purred. I watched Spiderdance pad over, barely even hearing Asswart's cracky voice. He looks so familiar. So, so familiar. Why? I thought, narrowing my eyes at him. As the tom neared, he sized me up, and I guessed he was thinking the same thing.

As the stick spun again, I kept my eyes on Spiderdance. Am I being paranoid? I wondered. But after pondering for a bit longer, I came to a conclusion that it must've been the large amount of drugs and alcohol.

Spiderdance gave me a questioning look. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Do you want to go to in-and-out for burgers or just in-and-out of me?" I purred, flicking my tail and sizing him up. His eyes widened but they went back to normal with a hint of lust in them almost a heartbeat later.

"I'm going to flip a coin and here's the deal: heads, I get head and tails I get tail." Spiderdance growled playfully. As if he were a snake charmer, I followed him into a dimly lit back den with my tail up and fluffy. I could hear Twistedtail calling, "Get it in, brotha!"

With a sudden silence, I decided to break it with my best pickup line yet: "I bet your legs aren't the only long thing you got."