Bitches need to groom themselves. Firestar thought in his head as he walked out of camp. Bitches don't suspect a thing. No one questions Firestar. I wish I could slap the bitches sometimes. He reached the edge of the territory north of the lake. Mmm. It's so peaceful.

"F-Firestar..."

Firestar turned his head to see his mate behind him looking nervous. "What?"

"Hey! You slut!"

Firestar turned his head to another she-cat. Why is Sandstorm and Spottedleaf here?

"What's goin' on (haha the reference)?!" Firestar jumped to his feet and unsheathed his claws discretely.

"These whores are trying to take you!" Cinderpelt limped ran to the group with a mad expression.

"Bitches be doing what?" he stuck his head forward in confusion.

"Firestar, I am your mate! You can't love them!" Sandstorm stared deep into his eyes and flicked her ears back to look cute.

"But you loved me first! I lied, I'm not okay with you and Sandstorm!" she pushed Sandstorm aside.

"Firestar... I always loved you, but I never told you... "It can't work because you're a medicine cat now." Big lie! You are okay with Spottedleaf, but I'm totally different, huh?" Cinderpelt vented her anger to try to make him realize all the hurt he put her through.

"Shut up!" Spottedleaf and Sandstorm said in unison as they shoved the cripple into a bush.

"So, bitches fighting over me now?" Firestar smirked as he slumped against a tree.

"Damn right!" Spottedleaf yowled.

"Wait, can't we share him?" Cinderpelt yowled from the bushes, trying to untangle her crippled leg from the branches.

Firestar finally decided to join in the conversation, "Oh, I got an idea!"

The she-cats all turned to Firestar, still having their claws in each other's fur.

"Why don't we share?"

Cinderpelt threw her head back in annoyance. Even though he always did this to her, she loved him anyways. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. It's better than us all killing each other..."

"BUT HE'S MINE!" Sandstorm hissed.

"Listen, bitch, I don't have to be your mate. There are plenty more she-cats lining up to take your spot. I would watch your words, if I were you."

"MHM." Spottedleaf agreed.

Firestar sat up and wrapped his tail around his paws. "I think this is a good idea. I will have you all work for me. The cats who obtain your "services" will pay us so many pieces of fresh-kill or whatever we need. Most of the fresh-kill will go to me, but the bottom bitch gets the rest. She distributes all the fresh-kill or whatever to you all."

The she-cats stayed silent for a minute to think before Sandstorm interrupted, "Who's the bottom bitch, then?"

"Well, you are my actual mate, at the moment, so you will be the bottom bitch."

"Is there any way I could be the bottom bitch?" Cinderpelt asked as she finally untangled herself from the bush.

Firestar let out an annoyed sigh as he took some leaves and rolled them into a tube with his paws. He stuck the rolled up leaves in his paws and breathed in the scent. "Mmmm... Poppy seeds and juniper berries really do make you feel good..."

"Firestar!" Spottedleaf yowled.

"Oh, right. To be the bottom bitch, I must decide you are worthy."

"What if the bottom bitch dies?" Cinderpelt meowed between gritted teeth as she shot daggers with her eyes at Sandstorm.

"Oh, that won't happen. There will be punishment for that." he gave an evil smirk as he continued to puff the leaves again.

"We need to get more bitches and actually find some clients."

Chapter 1 theme- Natasha Bedingfield- I Wanna Have Your Babies