Yup. This is what I spend my time on. I have no idea what the fudge this even is OK. OK. Good, now you understand.
Twas a typical dawn patrol in the ThunderClan. Alderpaw had gone with to collect some herbs so he wouldn't have to be at his own funeral. Alderpaw was collecting some random herb for some random purpose. "How are you doing collecting those herbs," his random second dead cat mentor asked him. Alderpaw dropped the herbs he was holding. "MERRRRP!" Alderpaw started screaming and running around the nearest bush and he just died. His dead soul flew up off the ground, "YAYYYY, I'M DEAD NOW I CAN FULFILL MY DREAM OF BEING A BIRDIE!"
***At the Camp***
"All cats gather 'neath the high rock for a Clam meeting!" Bramblestar called. "NOOOOOOO! NOT THE CLAM!" Greystripe yelled and ran around the camp on his hind legs with his hands in the air and then crashed into a tree and died.
"I must tell y'all something very important...I AM A SKITTLE!" Bramblestar jumped off the high rock and turned into a red skittle with bootyful angel wings. Then the rest of the clan turned into skittles (which is scientifically classified as a severe case of Erinhunteritis) , ate themselves and died. Then a rainbow llama and her friend Jim the Curly Pencil fell from the sky. This pleased the Erinhunter gods and it happened with the rest of the clans
The End.
I just wasted my life away writing this, but ya know...it was fun. I still have no idea what this even is but, it was fun. Love y'all. Please review this.
Fernheart8, signing off :)