Hey! This is something that my friend told me was on YouTube. It was about when Whitestorm spazzes out, but I couldn't find it, so I made a fanfiction! If this was what was on the video, that would be SO WEIRD!
It was a normal day in the forest. Birds were singing, midday sun was filtering in through the trees, and Fireheart was being pummeled by Graystripe.
"Give it back!" Graystripe hissed playfully.
"No way!" Fireheart growled back, smiling. "I found it first!"
Back and forth, Graystripe and Firestar fought over a bright orange leaf. Though already leaf fall, leaves wouldn't start falling until later. Fireheart had found the leaf on a hunting patrol, and had brought it back along with his fresh kill. Since stingy (and not to mention evil) Tigerclaw was out on border patrol at the time, Fireheart and Graystripe could have as much fun as they liked without being glared at.
Bluestar purred in amusement as Fireheart head butted Graystripe to get the leaf back. "You two fight like kits."
"I agree," chuckled Goldenflower. "I'm a queen, so I should know. Hey, Bluestar, I've never seen an orange leaf around here. Yellow, and red, yes, and the occasional brown. But never orange."
Bluestar's face suddenly paled. "Oh, StarClan," she muttered. Calling out to Fireheart and Graystripe, she yowled "Get that thing out of here! Now!"
Graystripe looked at her in confusion. "But we're just playing. No harm in that."
"NOW!" she screeched.
Whitestorm suddenly came up from the warriors den. "What's all the commotion about?" he yawned. He must have been napping.
"Whitestorm!" Bluestar yowled in panic. Fireheart and Graystipe tilted they're heads in confusement. Whitstorm was just as perplexed. Then he saw the orange leaf.
"Great StarClan, no!" Whitestorm's eyes widened, then everything went crazy.
Tigerclaw chose that particular moment to come back to camp with his hunting patrol. Whitestorm shouted, "LEEEAAAAAFFFFFFFF!" and grabbed the orange plaything. Fireheart gaped. "What's happening to Whitestorm?" he asked.
Whitestorm played with the leaf for about two seconds, then said "I need a buddy!"
"TAKE COVER!" Bluestar yelled, hiding behind the Highrock. Cats scattered in all directions, to the medicine cat den, the warrior den, the apprentice den, even running out of camp. Even Fireheart wasn't stupid enough to disobey his Clan leader. Soon, no cats except Whitestorm were out in the open. That is to say, Whitestorm and Tigerclaw.
Whitestorm locked eyes with the deputy, and froze for a moment, just long enough for Tigerclaw to say, "What's going on here?"
"BUDDY!" screeched Whitestorm happily. He jumped on the giant deputy. "You can play with me and my leaf!"
"Bluestar!" whispered Fireheart, who had hid behind the Highrock with Bluestar. "What's happening to Whitestorm?"
Bluestar sighed. "Whitestorm has spaz attacks when he sees orange leaves," she explained. "It reminds him of his childhood."
In fact, Whitestorm was acting like a kit, playing with Tigerclaw. At least, it was playing for Whitestorm. Tigerclaw was desperately trying to escape Whitestorms grasp. Fireheart was enjoying himself.
If only Ravenpaw was her, he would have really enjoyed this he thought, smiling as Whitestorm jumped on the deputy again.
Eventually, Longtail was forced to steal the orange leaf from Whitestorm and to throw it in the river. Whitestorm was cured instantly.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly to Tigerclaw, who was giving himself a thorough wash.
"Whatever," the deputy growled, and stalked away.
All in all, it was a normal day in ThunderClan.
Please review! If you liked, this then you'd probably like my other fanfic: Why Red Never Speaks. Unless you're a pokemon hater. In that case don't read it.
PEACE! :)