Bluestar woke up suddenly. She glanced around her den, before floating out of the den because she's a boss StarClan cat, and also dead.
She looked around, only to see a young Twoleg talking to a super-old one. The old one glowed, so Bluestar figured he's the dead ancestor of the young one with messy black head fur.
She yowled at them, "Hey, Twolegs! Go do your stupid advice-giving somewhere that's not in cat skies!"
The Twolegs, being Twolegs, didn't listen to her. The young one, Messyfur (for his messy head fur), looked around to a weird ledge thing like what he was sitting in, but the older one, Silverstar (Messyfur treated him with a lot of respect, so he must be a leader), said something to him, and he turned back.
Bluestar crept around to the weird ledge to see what had Messyfur's attention. She jumped back, startled.
The thing was revolting. It looked sort of like a very young Twoleg kit, but it had ugly red skin instead of peach or brown or any other Twoleg skin she'd ever seen. The skin looked kinda burnt. Bluestar wasn't even sure the disgusting thing was alive.
It cried out, making Bluestar jump and hiss. The Twolegs didn't even look back.
She wanted to go away from this strange place; it wasn't StarClan territory, that was for sure.
She crept behind the Twolegs again, heading for the den entrance, which was still there, in spite of how everything else had changed. She curled up in her nest, falling into a fitful sleep.
Bluestar woke up, and peeked out of the den. She was back where she belonged.
Hope you all enjoyed it! (All zero of you, that is!) Feel free to suggest a one-shot idea. Can anyone guess who Messyfur and Silverstar are, and what fandom they're from? Messyfur and Bluestar plushies for reviewers!