A Note To Raven--Sorry this took so long!! I was supposed to have typed it up before school ended, right? xD

A/N: This is sort of a collaboration with Raven-loves-Sanji. The idea came to us one day at school after we had the most random conversation. Our notes and ideas were recorded on napkins. This is what came of it.

"Bob…Bob….BOB!!" a whisper cut sharply through the night, awakening SmartClan's medicine cat from his nice dream (where he was actually the smartest cat in his Clan).

"…Eh? What is it?" the small white cat meowed. He looked in the direction the voice had called him from, but saw no one. "Who are you? Where are you?" Bob nervously meowed.

An invisible cat said, "I am a spirit, Bob, sent by my Clan to bring an important message to you."

Bob blinked, as the realization that his warrior ancestors must need to tell him something important dawned on him. "Eh? Really? Well, go ahead. I'm listenin'." He got comfortable in his mossy nest and waited for the 'spirit cat' to talk.

The cat meowed urgently, "Do not get comfortable, Bob."

With a faint, "Eh? Why?," he awkwardly got to his feet and tried to look attentive.

The spirit cat continued, "I need you to alert your Clan leader about the trouble my Clan foresees. Here is their message: Before the equation is solved, one will defeat another in a battle of wits, while StarClan watches and condemns the loser into the forest of shadowy shadowness."

With that, the spirit cat's presence faded away, and Bob was left in his den, to ponder what his ancestors had revealed to him.

At dawn, Bob crept outside into the SmartClan camp's clearing, and made his way to his leader's den. When Bob went in, the fluffy gray cat was still asleep, his fur rising and falling steadily.

Bob stood before his leader wondering what to do. He didn't exactly want to disturb his leader's precious sleep, but this message from their ancestors couldn't wait till later on in the morning to be told… 'What to do…what to do…' Bob thought, pacing around and nervously muttering.

Finally, Bob seemed to make up his mind. Striding up to his leader, who was still sleeping soundly, he took a deep breath and cleared his throat as loudly as he could (which isn't too loud). Nothing happened.

Bob tried again. Still nothing. Once again. NOTHING.

'Damn him! That heavy sleeper!' he thought ungraciously about his leader. 'I guess I'll have to go to Plan B!'

Bob stepped closer to his leader, took another deep breath, and……..-poke- -poke- -poke- Bob lightly jabbed his paw into his leader's soft gray fur. –poke- poke- Lightly, at first. Then, harder. –poke- -poke- NOTHING.

'Aaaarrrrgh!!!! That lazy lump of fur!! Time for—(drumroll please)—the Last Resort!!' Bob thought, thinking 'the Last Resort' was a cool-sounding name for his "plan".

Bob stepped back a little, took a deeper breath, and… "SMARTSTAR!!!! SMARTSTAR!!! WAKE UP!!!!!!" he shrieked as loud as he could, running around in frenzied little circles in Smartstar's den.

NOTHING.

Bob had had enough. Running back to the den entrance, he took his deepest breath yet, sprinted to SmartStar, and took a running leap towards him. Bob landed on SmartStar's soft fur with unsheathed claws; his leader's eyes flew open, and he awoke with a start, spitting and hissing.

"GREAT STARCLAN!!!! WHAT IN THE NON-EXISTANT HILLBILLY CLAN'S NAME IS WRONG??!!!!" SmartStar yelled, his fur puffed up so that he looked twice his normal size. He glared at Bob through narrowed eyes and looked down at his gray fur, clearing his throat pointedly.

Bob realized he had sunk his claws into his leader's fur and instantly let go, backing away embarrassed. He looked at his paws, flushed and suddenly nervous. "Er….'m sorry 'bout that, SmartStar." Bob bowed his head respectfully. "Our ancestors visited me last night. They brought me this message…"

He relayed the prophecy to his leader as the sun outside rose higher and higher in the sky. It was well into the early afternoon when SmartStar strode out of his den and threw back his head on the Highledge, yowling, "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join me here, under the Highledge, for a Clan meeting."

Bob timidly made his way out of SmartStar's den and down to the group of watching cats.

"…Bob has told me of a message from our warrior ancestors." SmartStar told his clan members the troubling news. "…And the question is—just who are the two cats mentioned in this prophecy?"

Even before SmartStar had a chance to finish his sentence, he noticed cats' heads turning toward two certain cats near the back of the crowd. SmartStar watched in understanding. The two cats being looked at were, indeed, the smartest in the Clan (next to SmartStar, of course), certain to engage in a "battle of wits."

'Let's see who will win, shall we?' he thought. Out loud, he called, "Tigerantidisestablishmentarianism and Orangeflaucynaucyfhiliphication, you two have been chosen by StarClan and SmartClan to "engage in a battle of wits". You two know what will happen to the loser."

SmartStar looked around for Bob, but he wasn't in sight. Shaking his head, SmartStar continued, "BEGIN".

--insert really really hard math problems and complicated formulas--

The cats of SmartClan listened (and watched) in awe as equations literally spilled out of Tigerantidisestablishmentarianism's and Orangeflaucynaucyfhiliphication's mouths. Some were cheering them on. Others were silent, too amazed to even say anything. Some looked jealous of the two cat's obvious talent. SmartStar merely sat on the Highledge, calmly watching (and enjoying) the two cats fiercely battle it out.

Bob was still nowhere to be seen. 'Probably just went out for some fresh air.' SmartStar distantly thought.

-An hour later-

Most cats had drawn away, their brains threatening to burst. They were now resting in their dens, or sharing tongues. Bob was still missing; SmartStar was still staring at the two cats that were still at it.

Suddenly, their steady flow of equations and formulas was interrupted by a shriek of pain. SmartStar, who was just about to lick his backside, quickly snapped his head up, nearly breaking it in the process.

The battle of wits had stopped—a frustrated Orangeflaucynaucyfhiliphication struck Tigerantidisestablishmentarianism with a surprisingly strong blow for such a small cat. She had ripped open Tigerantidisestablishmentarianism's belly with one slash.

Shocked at the twist of events, SmartStar, being slow to react as usual, had no time to anticipate Orangeflaucynaucyfhiliphication's quick, impulsive leap onto the Highledge. Before he knew it, Orangeflaucynaucyfhiliphication was snarling, "Curse that "battle of wits"!! You probably just made up that whole StarClan prophecy thing and made me and Tigerantidisestablishmentarianism fight because you KNEW I would lose!! Well, here's some news for you: I'm. Not. Going. To. The. Forest. Of. Shadowy. Whatevers. I've had enough of you! I will be the new leader of SmartClan, for I am a better fighter than you!!"

With that, Orangeflaucynaucyfhiliphication pierced SmartStar's belly with one slash, and he, too, dropped dead.

A/N: Yep, that's Part One of this Twoshot! Hope you all like it so far.

So, what's gonna happen to Orangeflaucynaucyfhiliphication? And where is Bob? You'll find out in Part Two, which will be posted soon!!