Author's Notes will be in bold and seperated from the story with a line, like most other stories.

Please note that this is not a serious story and I'm using my OCs and if you want me too yours if you give me a random idea as to what could come next.

This story was inspired by Lilystar's Random Warrior Cats Fanfics. But this is me, sleep deprived, bored, and READY TO WR- TYPE!


Frostheart {the name Frostypie using for herself in this story} forgot to turn off the bold text, so she decided to make everyone do the Harlem Shake.

"WOOOOO! LET'S DO LE HARLEM SNAAAKE!" she yelled, dancing casually in the corner as everyone in WindClan stared at her curiously.

"Who are yo-" Hoppingstar began, but was interrupted by every cat being forced to dance by the random force of Harlem Shake.

The kits were being tossed around in the air, and one of them screamed "WTF IS GOIN AWN?"

A gray and brown (Ugly color combo :I) yelled as Frostypie made him up, "HEY! Y U DO DIS."

Frostheart smacked the ugly tom. "'Cuz I fell like it :I" She hadn't stopped dancing, even as she smacked him.

The ugly tom smiled insanely as Frostheart concentrated her focus on him. Everyone else stopped dancing, and the kits stopped mid-throw, being tossed into ShadowClan territory.

Frostheart gave the ugly tom a name. "You shall be Dirtrain :I"

Dirtrain hissed, still smiling uncontrollably, "Dirtrain?! But we call our poop dirt!"

Frostheart sneered, "Exactly :3"

Dirtrain paused in his dancing for a moment as he made a face at Frostheart. "You suck :I And how do you speak a face idontgetit"

Frostheart smacked everyone simotameously, knocking them into the lake, before flying off the ShadowClan territory

Once in the forest of pines, she located the WindClan kits in Brightstar's den.

"Go back to your CLAAAAWWN!" Frostheart yelled as she threw the kits into the lake.

Brightheart blinked, eyes wide, at Frostheart. "You broke the warrior code right infront of a leedr's face... You shall be exiled :I"

Frostheart danced casually as Brightstar finished her sentence.

"What are you doing?" Brightstar managed to ask.

Frostheart smirked an evil smirky smirk. "LEt's do le Harle-"

Frostheart's words were cut off as Brightstar screamed in agony, "NOOOOOOOOOO-"

Every cat in ShadowClan was doing le Harlem Shake uncontrollably. Suddenly, the cats went in fast forward.

Brightheart mewed a high-pitched mew, "Wtfwhyarewegoingsofast" as the clan went faster and faster, eventually tearing the skin from their flesh.

Frostheart stopped and watched ShadowClan's corpses fall to the ground. She decided top make them baked chicken. So she did.

Meanwhile, in CloudClan/ HeavenClan/ AngelClan/ StarClan...

Blackstar stared in horror as his Clan was turned into baked chicken.

Bluestar instantly yelled, "PROPHECYTIME! We must warn ThunderClan that the end of the Clans is near!"

Bluestar ran into Smalleaf's dreams, who was lazily napping in the corner, as Mistystar ran into Reedstar's dreams yelling, to deliver a prophecy.


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