Chapter 1

Firestar was sitting in his den, eating muffins, when Sandstorm waltzed in. "Firestar! Look at my new purse!"

It was pink with a white cat face on it.

Firestar stared as he popped another muffin into his mouth. "What kind of purse is that?"

Sandstorm squeezed the cat face and it began to meow.

Firestar's eyes lit up. "I, uh… I mean… What a great purse! Can I squeeze it?"

"Uh-uh! You get your own!" With that, Sandstorm strutted out of the leader's den.

Firestar sighed and pulled a lever, opening his wall of meowing cat purses. "Sandstorm wantses purses for herself! Nooooooooo, Firestar will getses the purseses!"

Squirrelflight was talking on her cell phone to Sorreltail, who happened to be out hunting. "I was like, 'Brambleclaw, why do you trust Hawkfrost more than me?' Than he's like 'But I do trust you!' And I'm like, 'We're through!'"

Brambleclaw had padded up to Squirrelflight. "Hey, um… Squirrelflight? Can I talk to you for a heartbeat?"

Squirrelflight held up her paw in Brambleclaw's face. "Listen, Sorreltail, I gotta go. He wants to talk to me. Later."

Flipping off her cell phone, the ginger cat turned to Brambleclaw. "And what do you want?"

The dark brown tabby tom looked uncomfortable. "I, uh… I wanted to know if you wanted to, um… go hunting with me?"

The warrior rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

Out in the forest, Squirrelflight was sitting on a rock, chatting away on her cell phone. "He's like, 'Will you go hunting with me?' And I'm like, 'Whatever loser.'"

The ginger she-cat spotted a vole and exclaimed, "I gotta go. There's a vole I have to catch waiting for me." Then she flipped off her cell phone and pounced on the vole. Sitting up, the warrior shrieked, "I chipped a claw! Oh. My. StarClan! Where's Leafpool? I have to find Leafpool!"

As soon as the hunt was over Squirrelflight raced towards Leafpool. "Leafpool! Leafpool, I chipped a claw!" She froze and looked around in wonder. Not only had the medicine cat's den gotten bigger, but they put in carpets, wallpaper, and even cardboard photos of the most beautiful cats ever with makeovers.

Leafpool emerged from behind a cardboard photo of Silverstream. "Ah, you are a fashion don't, daaaaahling."

Squirrelflight stared at her sister. "What happened to you?"

The light brown tabby shrugged. "Cinderpelt watched a beauty show, and told the other medicine cats about it. Now, besides healing and mending your wounds, we give fashion makeovers, daaaaaaahling."

Squirrelflight shrugged. "Whatev. Look, I chipped a CLAW! Can you BELIEVE IT! Can you fix it for me!"

Leafpool shook her head. "I'm just the fashionable receptionist, daaaaahling. Madam Cinders will fix it for you."

Squirrelflight looked confused. "Madam Cinders?"

As if on cue, Cinderpelt padded out from behind a cardboard photo of Mothwing. "Ahhhhh, Squirrelflight! Daaaaaaahling! You are in need of a makeover!"

Squirrelflight stared in horror. "I only want you to fix my CHIPPED CLAW."

Madam Cinders shook her head. "You are in need of a makeover. Come." Then she began to drag Squirrelflight by the paw through hanging beads into the back of the den.

"NOOOO! SOMEONE SAVE ME!" Squirrelflight screeched as she disappeared behind the beads...