A/N- This is an interesting idea I had one day, and decided to write out. It is set as a sequel to Warriors Driving Lessons, some time after their cycling lessons (that can have a series to itself later, if you want!). Review and suggest whatever plays/movies you want the clan to act out, and if I know it and like the idea, I'll make them perform it!

Also, I really don't like Shakespeare plays. Seriously, spending a month studying the Tempest really takes the fun out of it, so when I do say 'stupidly thought it would be good for them'- no offence if you like Shakespeare, it is brilliant, fantastic stuff- I'm just sick to death of it.

So now, enjoy the show! And break a leg, Thunderclan!

Disclaimer-

Firestar: Oh cruelest of worlds, you are so harsh! For ownership of Warriors has EspeonSilverfire2 not. Oh why? Oh why?! Such a cruel world 'tis ours…

Greystripe: Now that is overacting!

Firestar: (pouts) Shut up!

The Theatrics of Thunderclan

Firestar looked down at the nest of things infront of him. The whole clan had gathered round. Well, most of them. The nest contained lots of random twoleg things, mainly lots of twoleg pelts (clothes) and furs (wigs).

Firestar still couldn't believe that Hollypaw had actually found this in the abandoned twoleg nest. Let alone how she'd managed to get the whole lot back by herself.

He grinned. This could provide a whole lot of fun for Thunderclan. Especially after the whole 'bicycle' incident.

Firestar reached into the nest and pulled out a long golden fur (long blonde wig) and a very short, sticky-outy pink pelt (a pink tutu). He put them on and meowed in high-pitched voice,

"Hi! I'm Tigerstar! Look at me!"

The rest of the clan burst out laughing. Squirrelflight reached into the nest and pulled out a shiny gold stick with something red sticking out of it.

"There's something missing." she said, and leaned over to Firestar, smearing the red stuff around his mouth.

"There!" she cried, "Now you look like Tigerstar!"

"Um, Squirrelflight?" Leafpool's meow came from behind, "Tigerstar was before our time. We don't know what he looked like."

Squirrelflight turned to her sister, an evil gleam in her eyes. She turned back to the nest and pulled something out. As fast as lightning, Squirrelflight flung it at Leafpool. It hit the medicine cat on the head and she leapt back. It looked like dung.

"Ha!" laughed Squirrelflight, "It's not real, y'know! I could smell it!"

The clan started laughing again and Leafpool fled, embarrassed.

"Squirrelflight! How could you?"

Squirrelflight turned to see her mother, Sandstorm, giving her a stern look. Squirrelflight looked down at her paws, and meowed,

"I'm sowwee, Sandy-wandy-stowm. I didn't mean to be wude…"

Sandstorm pulled a large pointy gold thing (a crown) out of the nest and jabbed her daughter with it.

"Ow!" cried Squirrelflight, and then, like her name, she took flight as fast as a panicked squirrel.

Just then, Cinderpaw and Hollypaw appeared- along with Brambleclaw, hauling a large black thing behind him- carrying a small black box and lots of hard, flat rock-like things, as well as some thinner, more leaf-like objects.

"Look what we found!" called Cinderpaw.

"What is it?" asked Firestar, him and the rest of the clan coming over to look.

"A giant TV! Along with DVDs and books! And a video camera!"

Millie fainted. She couldn't cope with yet more 'modern' twoleg stuff.

The remainder of the clan cheered.

Stormfur was drooling at the large, widescreen television. Bob the Builder in widescreen! Bliss.

Leafpool dragged Millie to her den at 1mph, Jaypaw arguing with her the whole time.

Hollypaw's phone rang. She answered.

"Heya! … lolz, Bezza. Yeah, we gots da things back ta camp… Nah, mate…No! Don't ya dare mention da 'sexy tom' thing ta Firez and Bramblez! …Ya taped it?! And ya gonna play it on da new giant, widescreen TV?! AHHHHH!! I'M GONNA BATTER YA, BEZZA!! YA DEAD MEAT!!"

The phone disconnected and she sprinted out of the camp.

--

A few days later, the clan had decided to put on a production of various Shakespeare plays, one after the other. Since the other clans had not encountered Shakespeare before, they didn't know the boredom they were letting themselves in for. Everyone in the other clans came to watch, even elders and kits, as they stupidly thought it would be good for them.

The curtains drew back across the makeshift stage that Stormfur- chief mechanic turned DIY expert- had built. A silence hung in the air…

Firestar stepped on from the left (as if you are in the audience) and then took centre stage.

"Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean."

Blackstar turned to his deputy, Russetfur, and muttered,

"Well, I'm bored already!"

"Oh Starclan this is dull! And we have to sit through this all night! I can barely understand it!" came the reply.

"From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life. Whose misadventured piteous overthrows, doth, with their death, bury their parent's strife."

Foxkit turned to Icekit and whispered loudly,

"There's gonna be death?! They're gonna die?! Yipeeee!"

There mother quickly hushed them, and gave them a disapproving look.

--

Three and a half hours later…

"Zzzzz Zzzzzz," went most of the audience.

On stage, Greystripe, as Hamlet, was speaking,

"To be, or not to be- that is the question. Whether-"

"I'm sorry! I've only got an HB!" called Mothwing from the crowd, who had been working on a crossword puzzle since the start of Act 2.

Greystripe hissed and Leafpool tossed him a spear from off-stage, which he threw at the offending cat.

Mothwing gave a shriek, and then shut up.

Greystripe purred and carried on.

"Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the sling and arrows of…"

--

Four hours after that…

Blackstar had loved Titus Andronicus, and Russetfur next to him had fainted at all the fake blood, but now Thunderclan had moved on to The Tempest, and he was bored again. He looked up at the stage, only to see Ashfur, parading around as Prospero.

"Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself! Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!"

Jaypaw, wearing a long brown furry costume with werewolf gloves on his paws, was thrust onto the stage by Leafpool. The apprentice medicine cat was muttering something to himself.

"Stupid cats...don't know why I bother to heal them…make me dress up like a…really dumb!"

Jaypaw made his speech, but then, as he went to move forwards, fell right off the front of the stage, as he couldn't see where he was going. He squashed Foxkit underneath.

"Ow!" Jaypaw yowled.

"Mmph!" went Foxkit.

--

Five hours after that, Thunderclan finally finished. Everyone else had been asleep for the last two plays- Othello and King Lear- and during that time, Cinderpaw and Poppypaw had taken the opportunity to draw stupid round glasses and lightning bolt shaped scars on their faces with bright red lipstick.

When the cats of the other three clans finally woke up two days later, they got very angry about the lipstick, and the attempt at Shakespeare, and at the next gathering, banned it from the clans for ever more.

However, Thunderclan had found their acting spirit, and were determined to do more plays. Cinderpaw had suggested they re-enact movies too, and they'd liked the idea.

The next performance was scheduled for half a moon's time.

Every cat in Shadowclan, Riverclan and Windclan was dreading it.

Disclaimer 2-

Firestar: And thusly, the authoress realised that she had wronged the great Bob the Builder, and must now make amends, by stating hence, that she did not own it...

Greystripe: Firestar! What did I tell you?!

Firestar: Mummy...!