The Prophecy of FireClan

by Babycakes-and-Milkshakes

FireClan, the arch enemy of the Clan, IceClan, face hardships as their deputy dies, the leader's powerful, awesome kit taking his place. Can Chickenkit lead FireClan to greatness? Or will he lose to his evil, ambitious, Loki-ish, jealous brother Fuckitkit? NO ONE KNOWS! (Warning. This is a Troll-Fic. Read at own risk.)

1. The Reichenbach Fall of Johnlockship

WARNING. THIS IS A WARRIORS' TROLL-FIC. EHEHEHEHEHE.

THIS IS A SPIN-OFF OF MY FRIEND'S TROLL-FICTION, "THE PROPHECY OF ICECLAN".

MY FRIEND IS ASPLASHOFBLOOD.

HAPPY READING, BITCHES!

Slytherinstar sat on his TARDIS Den, letting the sunlight dance across his bright red fur. Below him, his two kits played, Chickenkit and Fuckitkit. Fuckitkit was on top of Chickenkit, biting down on his ear hard, almost ripping his piercing right out! Chickenkit screeched loudly, flapping his big Castiel wings, throwing Fuckitkit off of him.

Fuckitkit flew across the camp, landing in the medicine cat den, Chickenkit flying after him.

Slytherinstar chuckled, watching his kits with interest, bright blue eyes shining.

'Fuckitkit is so fat.' He thought, rolling his big triangle eyes. 'I'll never choose him for deputy.'

Then, out of no where, the deputy of FireClan, Johnlockship, ran into the camp, holding his disembodied front left leg in his mouth.

Somewhere in the camp, Spidermanclaw threw up all over his mate, Georgewashingtonpelt.

"Johnlockship!" Slytherinstar screamed, hopping off his TARDIS Den and running over to the tom. "Are you OK?!" He wailed, ignoring as Fuckitkit flew over him, being thrown around by Chickenkit.

Johnlockship falls to the ground, blood pouring out of him heavily.

"Do I look OK to you, Ass-butt?!" Johnlockship coughed a large ball of feels in Slytherinstar's face, right before he dies.

Slytherinstar's looks up, eyes bright, kicking the dead body of FireClan's deputy away as the others gather around him.

"Chickenkit, you shall be the deputy of FireClan!"