Brokenstar Buys … STUFF!
Me: Take it away, Brokenstar!
Brokenstar: Ugh. Smilingpanda doesn't own warriors.
Chapter 1 - The chainsaw.
Brokenstar walked into Home Depot. He wandered around for a while. "Chainsaws, chainsaws… Where are the chainsaws?" he muttered. A store clerk strolled by. Brokenstar decided to ask where the chainsaws where. He needed one by tomorrow- if he couldn't train the kits to be warriors; he'd scare them into warriors!
"Hello, I want one of your chainsaws. Where are they located, and don't lie to me, Twoleg- I'll claw out your eyes!" Brokenstar said, baring his yellow, long, chipped teeth. What the clerk heard, though, was "Meow mew meow mreow meow mew!" He bent down and looked at Brokenstar with a look of extreme joy. "Oh, what a CUTE kitty! My daughter wants a kitty! Will you be her kitty? Oh yes you will!" the clerk, whose name was Mark, cooed. Brokenstar extremely hated this- no, he DESPISED this with his whole being! Extending his claws, he leapt.
Let's just say "Mark" won't be …well for a while.
Brokenstar walked the aisles. He found the aisle with the chainsaws. He gasped in awe and wonder of the sharp saws, the flamethrowers and hammers that were also located in the aisle. He quickly spotted a massive chainsaw called "The DEATH RIPPER 2000!" and attempted to reach it- the glorious chainsaw was on the 3rd shelf, and Brokenstar was only 1 foot tall. Brokenstar backed up. He ran as fast as he could towards the chainsaw and jumped with all his might.
His head hit the shelf and he passed out.
When he woke up, he was (Thankfully) alone in the aisle. The chainsaw mocked him. It gleamed in the light that came down from the roof. Brokenstar growled and stood on his hind legs. He could …just… reach the chainsaw. He batted it, yowling with joy. The chainsaw fell, just missing Brokenstar. "HOLY STARCLAN!" Brokenstar yowled in fear. The chainsaw had grazed his side. Some of his hair had been taken off. He glared at the chainsaw, grabbed the handle, and attempted to lift what he had already begun to call the "Beast". He slowly lifted it… slowly… He began to walk. The handle of the chainsaw fell down on his toe. He began to curse like there was no tomorrow. He kicked the chainsaw with his good foot. It moved, but only slightly. He kicked again. And again. Finally he was standing in front of the cash register. He groped around quite a bit in his pocket. He found a mouse and a piece of string. He presented it to the lady at the counter. She twitched in disgust, then bent down and began to take out various cleaning tools- Lysol Spray, Clorox Bleach, numerous rags, Dove soap, shampoo, a sander, a blow drier, and much more. Brokenstar took this as a chance to leave with his chainsaw.
He finally arrived back at Shadowclan. "Oh, Badgerpaw….Tinypaw… Sparrowpaw… Come out, come out…" he hissed. The three apprentices (who where 3 moons old) bounced from the den and ran towards Brokenstar. Without warning, Brokenstar raised his chainsaw and swung it around. He expected to see the apprentices running in fear, but they just asked him what he was flailing. Brokenstar didn't answer. He just sighed in defeat. He had just wasted a piece of string. Darn. He was going to have to go back to the Depot and buy a flamethrower or something. He grabbed a mouse from the fresh-kill pile and dragged himself back toward the Depot.