(If you have any story ideas, please share them; I'll credit you! Don't be afraid to make a review :3 In order for this to count as a story, I had to include a story in this chapter. Read on for Clan Meeting Gone Wrong! tell me if it was funny)

LEADER:

Cottonstar; pale white tom-cat with almond brown eyes

(no one ever listens to him)

DEPUTY:

Hawkeye; striped brown tom with fern green eyes

(a strong warrior who tries his best to be patient with his clan...)

MEDICINE CAT:

Sagethroat; pale gray she-cat with baby blue eyes

(does she really know what she's doing?)

WARRIORS:

Dappleheart; dark brown tom with sharp yellow eyes

(DON'T MAKE HIM ANGRY)

Dawnfire; yellow she-cat with soft brown eyes

(she thinks she's pretty...she's right)

Beaverfang; black tom-cat with brown speckles and green eyes

(is he even a Thunderclan cat?!)

Mothflight; gray she-cat with white stripes and dark blue eyes

(might be the only normal cat in this clan)

APPRENTICES:

Willowpaw; brown tom with entrancing green eyes

(likes to pick fights)

Thistlepaw; pale brown she-cat with green eyes

(sister of Willowpaw; just as troublesome)

Sootpaw; jet black tomcat with brown eyes

(wants to leave the clan and become an internet sensation)

Silverpaw; gray she-cat with green eyes

(accidentally got on Youtube)

QUEENS:

Rabbitleap; white she-cat with beautiful blue eyes

(does she even pay attention to her kits?)

Softpool; scraggly brown she-cat with yellow eyes

(everyone thinks she's crazy)

Fartcloud; gray she-cat with foggy green eyes

(um...who the heck named her?)

ELDERS:

Squirrelthroat; chestnut brown tom with blue eyes

(tries to get rid of technology in Thunderclan; no one lets him)

Mushroomflank; an orange cat with pale green eyes

(tries to use technology; fails)

Almondstripe; a light brown cat with amber eyes

(overly afraid of Twolegs)

In order for this to count as a story, I have to include this in the chapter:

THE CLAN MEETING (GONE WRONG!)

"Alright, cats, clan meeting! Right now! C'mon everyone, gather around!"

Cottonstar's loud bellow alerted every cat of his message. They tore away from their phones and began to approach his pale white silhouette agonizingly. They were being interrupted from their Fortnite game. They always played Fortnite together in the afternoon!

As they moved nearer, deputy Hawkeye whispered to his leader, "You'll have to explain yourself. They were really getting attached to those Clan Meeting group chats. They don't like doing anything that doesn't involve their phones anymore."

"I know, I know!" Cottonstar said grouchily. "What, they can't get off their dang cell phones for half a minute?!"

Hawkeye glanced at the crowd of cats gathering. Most of them still had their eyes glued to their phone screen, continuing their Battle Royal as they padded over. "You have a point."

"Um, Cottonstar," Willowpaw interrupted, settling at his leader's feet. "I thought we were doing Clan Meetings on group chats now. Remember how we wanted to be just as advanced as the other three clans are?"

"Yes, yes, I was getting to that," Cottonstar said sharply. He addressed the whole clan, "Many of you are wondering why we are gathered here today when we usually do group chat Clan meetings. Well, that is because I have officially decided to end those group chat meetings. For good."

Exclamations of protest erupted from the clan.

"Whaaaat?" croaked Mushroomflank. "Dang it! And I was finally getting that texting thing down."

"Yeah. Finally upped his texting speed from one word per hour to two!" scoffed Thistlepaw.

"Thank Star Clan!" Squirrelthroat said happily. "Finally, maybe we can get over this stupid technology phase and go back to the way Warrior cats are supposed to be."

"And how are Warrior cats supposed to be? Old-fashioned felines that hunt for their own prey and use their nose to identify where they are?" said Sootpaw. "Hello-o, it's the 21st century! We have pizza delivery and Google Maps now! Get with the program."

"Oh come on, Sootpaw, Cottonstar has a point!" Mothflight said. "You should just look at yourselves on those chats. You guys are menaces!"

"Whenever I say a word you spam the chat…" growled Cottonstar.

"You crowd the space with what you call 'dank memes,'" said Hawkeye.

"And you always make fun of my name!" complained Fartcloud.

The apprentices snickered.

"Yeah, so what if we do that?" Dawnfire said with a yawn. "These clan meetings are boring, with a capital B. At least the chat makes stuff interesting."

"And gives you a reason to show us every single picture you take of yourself!" Rabbitleap said angrily. "Girl, we do not need to see how you groom your fur every single day."

"At least I pay attention to my looks," Dawnfire countered, her eyes narrowing. "You, on the other hand, look like a dead mouse. Every single day." she mocked.

"That's it! I'm officially unfollowing you on Facebook."

"No, no, Rabbitleap dear, don't do that!" Dawnfire exclaimed. "It would tarnish my reputation! And I'm only a few followers away from a thousand."

"They all must be airheads to follow you," muttered Dappleheart.

"Oooh! You take that back!" Dawnfire said, her fur ruffling. "Really, sometimes you cats make me want to scream."

"We could say the same about you…" murmured Sagethroat.

"How dare you! Oh, Cottonstar, do something!" Dawnfire said, glaring at the cats around her.

"That's what I'm trying to do!" he snapped back. "Now. I don't see any reason why we should keep the chat…"

"Ooo! Look! A new post on Instagram!" Silverpaw suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone immediately whipped out their phones.

"Awww! That new Windclan kit is so cute!" cooed Almondstripe.

"Those fern green eyes."

"And fuzzy button nose!"

"Um, hello-o?" Cottonstar said irritably. "Guys? Are you even listening to me?!"

"Hey, look! A new dank meme!" Thistlepaw giggled.

Fartcloud suddenly screamed angrily, and the apprentices burst into peals of laughter.

Cottonstar growled. He seemed about ready to explode.

"What would our ancestors think of us now?" Hawkeye said sadly, overseeing his clan.

"They'd think us fools, that's what," said Sagethroat. "Believe me, I know! They've told me in several visions."

Cottonstar groaned. "We've gotta shape these cats up. Make them real warriors. Get their minds off their cell phones for at least five minutes!"

"And how do you suppose we do that?" asked Mothflight, flicking her tail thoughtfully. "There has to be a way to make them see how foolish they are."

"We could burn their phones!" Squirrelthroat suggested eagerly. He seemed a little too excited.

"Yeah, that's never going to work…" sighed Hawkeye. "How do we even start the fire? It's not like we can light a match; we don't have thumbs."

"I guess we could google how to," suggested Sagethroat.

"Or how about we throw them all INTO A FIERY PIT OF DEATH?!" Cottonstar suddenly exclaimed. "LET THEIR STAR CLAN ANCESTORS DEAL WITH THEM! Clan dismissed. I'm done. Just let them play their STUPID Fortnite and rot their brains."

"Really?" chirped Sootpaw, overhearing his leader's shouts.

"Gee, thanks, Cottonstar!" Willowpaw said happily.

"Ugh," groaned Cottonstar, touching a paw to his head. "I think I have a headache. Sagethroat, do you have some herbs that can help with that?"

"Sure!" the medicine cat said. "Um...just let me google which herbs while we walk to the den…"

"I'm going to think of another plan to return humanity to this clan!" Squirrelthroat exclaimed. "Something with fireworks…"

Hawkeye and Mothflight watched the cats wander off.

"So...what do we do now?" the deputy asked uncertainly.

Mothflight sighed. "Well, you know what they say: If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!"

So she and Hawkeye whipped out their phones and started playing a new game of Fortnite.

If you thought it was funny, let me know!