[A/N: this is not a fanfic that's supposed to make sense. I posted it in script form on the warriors forums, but it was extremely unpopular. I guess I'll post it on here in normal form for my first story. So, without further ado, enjoy!]

CINDERHEART'S SLUMBER PARTY

PART ONE : MUCH MUTTERING ABOUT RIVERCLAN

Cinderheart yawned. She was bored. Lionblaze was being a wimp, so she had dumped him for a while, but she knew that he would soon come crawling back to her. But what to do until then? She could get the girls to go shopping with her, as she was the most beautiful and popular she-cat in ThunderClan, but that was old. What could she do that had never been done before?

—later—

Cinderheart posted her sign on the warriors den. "There!" she said with satisfaction.

Lionblaze looked over her shoulder. "'Cinderheart's Slumber Party!'" he read slowly, squinting his eyes. "'She-Cats Only! Tonight at the Ancient Oak.'" He smiled brightly. "Yay! I'm coming!"

Cinderheart sighed. "Idiot," she muttered. To Lionblaze, she said, "No, you're not. You're a tom."

Lionblaze pouted. His face drooped and he began to whine, "But—"

Cinderheart face-pawed. "Oh, get a life, Lionblaze! Host your own slumber party!"

Instantly, the foolish tom's face brightened.

She glared at him. "Stop talking only with your face!"

"Okay, okay," the golden cat grumbled. "Keep your pants on!"

Cinderheart raised her beautiful face to the heavens and shook her head. "I haven't got any pants!"

—later—

The girls—Icecloud, Hazeltail, Blossomfall, and Dovewing—and Cinderheart were gathered in a circle in the shelter of the ancient oak. Dovewing had been the last to arrive, and Icecloud had become bored.

The white she-cat asked, "Okay, Cinderheart, what do we do now?"

Cinderheart frowned. She hadn't thought of that yet. "...Ummmm..."

Hazeltail broke the awkward silence. "Let's go to RiverClan!"

Blossomfall, an idiotic as she was pretty, was confused. "What's in RiverClan?" she asked.

Hazeltail spread out her paws as if the answer was obvious. It was, of course—Hazeltail was always right (except when she was wrong). "Cheeseburgers! Fishsticks!"

Dovewing perked up at the mention of cheeseburgers, her favorite food. "Oooh, I love cheeseburgers!"

Under her breath, Hazeltail muttered, "What else is new, fatty?"[1]

Hazeltail gave Cinderheart a sidelong glance full of mischief. "And they've also got some hot toms!"

All the assembled she-cats squealed as one and started babbling about how cute Grasstail was.

"Oh, especially Grasstail, I mean he's—"

"—yeah, like the hottest tom in the whole uni—"

"—verse! And then there's—"

"—Beetlewhisker, his brother! Man, he's like—"

"—maybe even hotter than Grasstail!"

All of a sudden, they were interrupted by Ivypool falling out of the sky. "FIIIISHSTIIIICKS!" she screamed, and race toward the WindClan border, the rest of the she-cats following her lead.

—same time, ShadowClan border—

Lionblaze and his sort-of friends were gathered at the ShadowClan border. Toadstep, Foxleap, Bumblestripe, and Mousewhisker were fidgeting uncomfortably while Thornclaw paced around Lionblaze, muttering.

Lionblaze, oblivious to the others' discomfort, smiled brightly and asked, "Everyone here?"

Toadstep answered him. "Yep! You sure this is gonna work?"

Lionblaze grinned at him. "Nope!"

"Well THAT'S reassuring," Thornclaw groaned.

Lionblaze turned his smile on the tabby tom. "I know, isn't it?"

Thornclaw face-pawed. "Why did I agree to this again?"

"...Uuuuuuhhh..."

Bumblestripe interjected. "Are we going or not?"

Foxleap got up and started pacing back and forth. "Yeah, we could have been there and back by now!"

Lionblaze shrugged. "Okay!"

Mousewhisker's whiskers twitched. "I heard they were going to RiverClan. Something about fishsticks, cheeseburgers, and hot toms."

"Let's go crash the party!" Lionblaze cried.

Mousewhisker added uneasily, "Before RiverClan does . . ."

[1] Double reference points for whoever guesses where this came from!