Chapter 1

Have you ever heard the noise of a cat with a sore throat trying to sing on pitch in the middle of the night? That blood curdling, vomit inducing, nails-on-the-chalkboard pitched sound? Probably not, or unless you lived in the city you would have. Well the small town of Ponyville now gained that problem. It had started seven nights ago, but it was only that morning that the white mare with the purple mane started to complain about losing her beauty sleep. It had started pretty early in the morn, far earlier than the purple cold-blooded dragon was use to. His friend who lived with him, Twilight, was the one who disturb his very unenjoyable slumber in his small bed.

Well, him being woken wasn’t very enjoyable either. What had awoken him was a harsh shove and his stomach hitting the hard ground of the 2nd floor to the library. His head was spinning, in his eyes the walls were tilting. Of course he knew that wasn’t possible unless Twilight had lost her edge and was shaking the building instead of being ditzy. Of course he knew that would most likely never happen - or so he hoped - a long groan had caught his attention and yanked him back to the fore front of the more important events of at exactly that moment.

His emerald coloured like eyes had flickered the amethyst coloured mare as he turned on his back and rubbed his throbbing skull. Should he be concerned about a concussion? Most likely, he did shove him pretty hard.
“What’s wrong Twilight?” He asked, blinking hard as he tried to get his eye sight rather straight instead of it being all wibbly wobbly like Derpy Hooves’ eyes. When his sight finally did straighten, he was able to see the mare’s messy mane and her face shoved into the pillows. Her body seemed limp as she grabbed another pillow and shoved it over her ears to muffle his voice out.

“Hmphf.” She groaned; but what she had said did not really sound like any word that the dragon knew of in any book or dictionary his friend had read. The face of confusion was what his features represented as he slowly stood to his clawed feet just to take the pillow off her ears.

“What di-” He couldn’t even finish his beloved question, thus because the mare had shoved another pillow between his teeth to still his tongue. Dropping the pillow he had from having to removing it earlier from Twilight’s ears just so he could remove the soft cushion from between his teeth.

“Spiiiiiike. Hush. I need to sleeeeeeep.” A groan left her with coherent words as she finally rolled over on to her back with her wings gently folded. The mass of different shades of her mane was everywhere, which made Spike think. Why hadn’t she gotten good sleep? Well, in his mind he could just randomly guess anyway. So the question to his own answer was of course - that alley cat with the bad singing voice. Now the other part to his mind numbing thoughts.

Could Rarity sleep?
A frown soon crossed his features as he took a seat at the edge of the bed and stared at her. Thinking and just as if Twilight could read his mind, she ended up bolting straight up with her wings extended, eyes wide open, then finally her with a long yawn. Hauling herself off the bed; she wrapped herself in the blanket just to stumble downstairs. Why did felines have to be nocturnal? This wise question that probably all the Ponies in Ponyville thought would probably never be answered as well as the question of: Why was a city feline in this small town and why did it keep on singing?
“Maybe…” Twilight started to speak with what sounded like a croak in her throat, “If we approach the cat we could get it to stop and---”

“THROW A BOOOT AT IT!” The voice to speak next was a harsh one heavied with sleep and anger. Now it wasn’t the octave of the dragon nor the amethyst mare, no it was of a different origin. Maybe if Twilight was more awake she would have heard the crashing into the window and the dragon begging the mare not to speak. Twilight sluggishly had turned around to see the pale aqua colored other who had been a mane dyed with the colours of a rainbow.

Although her form shook with what the female would have guessed was sleep deprivation of seven nights. With the opening of Twilight’s mouth came another interruption from the door opening and what looked like a messy mane mare walked forth, but her attention seemed drifting.. But there was just one but two of them that stepped in and those having to be the with the pink mane and tail, and the other being the diva, white coated beauty that the dragon oh so loved.

“Throwing a boot at it won’t help…” The pink maned mare went to speak but quickly stopped with a small mewish yawn and flustered cheeks of embarrassment from the lack of sleep she was showing. “The feline would just yowel louder, maybe he or she is looking for their friends…” Sure, with this the golden coated mare was soon down and rested herself on the stairs that lead up to the second floor. The one adored in blue went silent and glared at the shy mare who had finished speaking, she did say a word though because not wanting to disturb her friend trying to not sleep. It took energy to stay awake. This all the ponies should know.
“Fluttershy is correct Rainbowdash, all that will do is scare it away. Maybe into the farm with Applejack - which would cause her to be too tired to do her duty on the orchards.” The white mare spoke but couldn’t stay standing and ended up having to rely on the wall for support as the wave of sick sleep washed over her. “And last thing we need is another tired Applejack.”

Twilight nodded and made herself sit and ponder on this issue. It wasn’t long until she got an idea. “Then how about we take find the cat and Fluttershy speak to her, sounds good?” She looked to the dragon, and his frown increased. “And I mean you Spike. I don’t have the energy and I don’t think Rarity does either.” Spike opened his mouth to object but what stopped his was the feeling of Rarity grabbing his arm, leaning her head on it, and glancing skyward to his eyes with a pout.

“Please Spikey boo. It’s messing up my beauty sleep.” She begged, and what had seemed like the blink of an eye had really been more than an hour of him being convinced to do it and when the sun went down he was standing there, outside, with one Rainbowdash’s boots. A sigh passed from his lips as he slumped his way through the streets, from how the light seemed to cast on the stones he could only dare to guess the time it was that had he was out there.

Messing with the laces to the boot while he pondered and walked. The streets seemed empty and dead around this time so finding a small feline, probably not even house broken, seemed reasonable in it’s own. Even when it was messing up his dearest Rarity’s sleeping habit. Then he would have done it even if it hadn’t messed up her sleeping habit.

Continuing to walk the alleys, he began to imagine. What happens if the feline was different - and didn’t stop after he apprehended it and Fluttershy’s skill decided to fail of reasoning with animals because of her lack of sleep? Anything was clearly possible in the span of time. As he pondered a sharp sound pierced what he was thinking about. Placing a small claw in his ear, he moved it around as if trying to clean his ear out.

Having removed the claw now was clearly a bad idea due to the high pitch sound of what could be mistaken as someone trying to get Rarity to wear the most hideous dress seemed to have filtered the air. But for Spike, it wasn’t long until he realized that sound was a feline in itself. Now, what kind of cat makes that noise? He sure doesn’t know. Maybe when he gets back to the library he’d thank Fluttershy for making sure the cats in Ponyville don’t sing at night.
Now came the tricky part: really finding the thing.

Honestly? it felt like he was wandering around in circles do to how many times he passed Sugar Cube Corner. A yawn escape his throat and the sound of a trash can falling over made him turn sharply behind him, and without missing a single beat when seeing a figure stand high on their two hind legs did he throw the boot. Maybe it was out of poor reflex, or just maybe he wasn’t expecting the moment that was soon to ensue.

“OUCH!” The voice from the figure yelped and scurried into the dim light of the moon that seemed to cast on the buildings and cobblestone walk ways. Basically going up to the dragon and grabbing his shoulders with her large paws with claws extended. “You threw a boot at me; why?” When she spoke again her tone dropped and her large feline ears slowly moved down. The fur he could see seemed to be sticking up and her hues of hazels with hints of green seemed to shimmer with the reflective light from the moon.

“Y-Y-You’re that cat that’s been keeping people awake?” A solid gulp sounded from the amethyst retile. Looking down at her attire he quickly looked away. “You’re naked.” In all of Celestia WHY WAS SHE NOT CLOTHED? Her eyes looked down at herself then looked back up at the dragon.

“One; yes I am that feline. And two; I gambled all of my clothing away.” She muttered as she moved away from him, letting him go then twisting on her back paws. Her small snub of a tail tried to swished but failed miserably. “Got anything to eat around here?” She mewed with a yawn and a paw over her mouth. Spike shook his head just to blink some with a frown. Seriously - what was up with women nowadays!

“What do you mean? If you wanted something to eat then you should have bought something when the market was opened or gone to a restaurant.” Spike muttered, honestly he didn’t like this chick and he couldn’t even respect her by looking at her while she spoke. He had to keep his eyes locked on the back of a house. All-in-all he was never doing this again for the six mares.

“Riffraft, street rat I don't buy that~” She mused as she looked back at him over her shoulder with her blinked. Her ears with what could be guessed as a calico colour twitched some, with her standing completely still her coat seemed to be mixed with all sorts of grays and hues. “I could always dine on a pony. I mean they’re the other-other white meat.”

“NO!” Spike’s voice pitched an octave higher, “H-how about this. I take you to one of my friend’s place and she can cook you something in the morning. I don’t think the orchard open this late at night… And if you want to dine on meat I don’t know how to ask her to cook it…” He started to garble his words at the end. This caused the feline to quickly move and grabbed his claws between her oversized paws. There was no way she was a common household cat. She’d be big as opal. Spike knew this - so what exactly was she.

“Sounds like a deal. Nowwhatwillweneedforpoultry…” The last bit of her senetece seemed to all sound like one word with how fast she spoke with a wide grin that showed her sharp canines. The dragon swallowed hard before turning around and gripping her paw with his claw. “Hm? Where are we going.” Her hyper personality soon plummeted or so the dragon thought by her reaction to dragging her to the library.

“My friends. Just, be patient.” With those words ending the conversation the dreaded walk of Spike’s shame seemed to be quiet, well up until he opened the library with Fluttershy possibly expecting a small house kitty. Maybe everyone was expecting it. Or so he guessed, and maybe he deemed right - seeing Twilight’s expression of pure shock then maybe.

“DEAR CELESTIA!” Rarity’s voice pitch higher and louder than normal. “SHE’S NAKED!”

Author's Note

This was longer then expected, but here have this while I work on Dead Hearts.