Story no 12 from Leopardstorm! Someone has stolen all of the Victoria Sponge Cake, and it is up to the remaining four of the original travellers (plus one) to get them off the addiction? Easy? I don't think so...

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Lots of happy smiles,

Leopardstorm

Chapter 1 – Cake!!!

There was not a thing wrong in the ThunderClan camp. That's if you don't include the Grand Theft Auto noises from the nursery and the groaning from the apprentice's den, but that's another story, children. No, in the ThunderClan camp there wasn't a leaf out of place, a bird out of tune, a cloud too grey, a kitten too –

"WHERE'S ALL THE CAKE GONE!!!" came a monstrous roar from the ShadowClan camp. Out of sheer coincidence, a lamppost fell from the sky, telling everybody that there was no cake left. There was marching, like the over-exaggerated enhanced sound they put in army films to make you feel terrified.

"Stop playing those records!" Mousefur yelled to Briarpaw, who hid her record player sheepishly. Suddenly, Blackstar, Mistystar and Onestar flew into the hollow via jetpacks.

"Someone's stolen all of the Victoria Sponge Cakes!" Mistystar announced angrily.

"And now I can't have that Bring & Buy sale I was due to have with Midnight!" Longtail wailed.

"Not the Bring & Buy!?" Blackstar broke down in front of the congregation, but soon came to his senses and put his menacing face on. "I still want that Ming vase…" he growled.

"We still have jelly!" Firestar looked doubtful. Suddenly a huge fight broke out using Bazookas (except it was the wart cream, not the gun) and playing cards.

"Kiss my royal flush!" Russetfur yowled as she cut her victim into a paper-chain.

"BAZUKA THAT VARRUKA!" Sedgewhisker sprinted into Dustpelt and sprayed him with wart cream. They both immediately turned into comb-flavoured ice cream.

"STOP!" Brambleclaw yelled from the top of Highrock. "I'll go to ASDA-Walmart and buy some more Victoria Sponge!"

A murmur of cake filled thoughts rumbled through the camp.

"I will take three other people. Who wants to go?" Brambleclaw scanned the camp.

"I need some more tikka masala sauce for my famous tikka frog stew. I'll come!" Tawnypelt waved her tail and joined Brambleclaw at the top of the Highrock.

"I'd rather go out than stay in WindClan without cake. I suppose I will have to come to save my ears from being clawed off." Crowfeather sneezed nonchalantly and climbed up the Highrock.

"Is that it? Does anyone want anything from the cake aisle? Anyone need washing up liquid? Anyone?" Brambleclaw looked desperate for company, since he had already travelled with these insolent cats and it cost him two chocolate mice and twelve pounds seventy nine pence. Brambleclaw sighed. "Okay, let's go…"

The journey to ASDA was even more arduous than the trip to the sun-drown-place. It consisted of a trip through downtown ShadowClan, then the pit of Shopping Trolleys and then finally the swamp of Ambrosia custard. Just the trip made everyone think about custard (except Bluestar, who was thinking about facial hair, but that's again another story, children).

The foursome had barely got out of the camp when a yowl sounded from the hollow. It sounded as though they had started fighting again.

"Not our problem," Crowfeather sniffed. "Come on, give me cake you greedy baboon!"

"What's a baboon?" Tawnypelt asked smugly.

"I don't know…could be a thing that Twolegs use to massage their paws…I'm not a Twoleg-cat translator! They have them in ASDA!" Crowfeather was decidedly annoyed after that comment. The cats second voyage is going to be much more scarier than the first (Chuck Norris, get back in the box!).

I know it's short…think of this as a prologue! Please remember to review; it will spur me on to write more for you!Happy UK Mother's Day!


Leopardstorm!