Crazy allegiances!

Firepaw- Sane for now…

Bluestar (Coolblue)- Loves graffiti

Graypaw- Potato Chips and other snack foods.

Ravenpaw- Likes to dye fur.
Dustpaw- Pervert

Sandpaw- Likes to listen to music.

Lionheart- Believes he's a prince.
Frostfur- Believes she's a princess.

Tigerclaw- She-cat obsessed.

Darkstripe- Loves Tigerclaw. Gay.

Barley- Talks upside-down.

Smudge- Chatspeak

Spottedleaf (Spottedleafcake, Cupcakeleaf)- Smells like cake. Stalks Firepaw.

Whitestorm- Obsessed with sports.

Yellowfang- Vain…

Brokenstar- Loves chocolate chip pies.

Clawface- Cuts himself. EMO!

Speckletail- Witch (Cough)

Mousefur- Throws parties for small reasons.

Longtail- Thinks he's an artist.
Daisy- Thinks she's Fergie (and thinks she's in Into The Wild)

Goldenflower- Breaks into dance for random reasons.

Elders- Lost their insanity
Runningwind- Babysitter

Willowpelt- Thinks she's the author of Harry Potter.

"You'll nevah get away with this, Oakheart!" Tigerclaw hissed.

"Get away with what? Invading your territory?" Oakheart asked.

"No! You stole Bluestar from me, so I must killkillkill!" And he lunged at Oakheart, who was extremely confused.

They tumbled apart, wounds leaking fake blood. "How do you know, that I love Bluestar?" Said Oakheart, backing away from Tigerclaw

"Wait, you love Bluestar?" Tigerclaw meowed. Suddenly, rocks tumbled down on a very confused Oakheart. And that's how he really died.

Redtail jumped down from one of the rocks, "Tigerclaw, we must retreat! RETREAT RETREAT!" He yowled. It hurt Tigerclaw's ears so he killed Redtail. Little did they know, a small green apprentice was watching all of this.

A cat with blue stars spray-painted on her was sitting next to a tortoiseshell. "Bluestar," the tortie said, "I think I am too sane, all the other cats are insane! I need to fit in!"
"I don't know, Spottedleaf. How are Mousefur's wounds, by the way?"

"I think I'll stalk sexy kittypets from now on." Muttered Spottedleaf, not hearing the question. Then she saw a hot pink colored star shoot in the sky.

"What did StarClan, say, Spottedleafcake?"

"They said, Fire alone would destroy all sanity. But we are already insane!"

"StarClan told us that fire would, so it will! We must believe!" Light shone on her painted pelt.

Meanwhile, an orange kittypet was dreaming about mice. Also about potato chips, stalkers, graffiti, gay cats, and random yelps of, "YOU PERVERT!!!" He woke up, relishing the memory of the pwnsome dream.

He smelt food, so he went to see what it was. It was food. Obviously. So he decided to eat it, even though it tasted like crap compared to the potat--- I mean, mice in his dream. He decided to go outside and into the woods, because he didn't want to drink his metallic water. Smudge ran up to him, crying even though cats don't cry.

"OMG111 R()S7Y! D0N'7 L34VE111 TH3Y'LL E47 UR BON35111"
"Who will E47 my BON35?" Rusty asked.

"T3H W1LDC4TS!"

Rusty decided to ignore the bratty chatspeaking cat and go into the forest anyway. Then he heard a rustle in the leaves. Was this the wildcats? But then he heard something that disturbed him,

"Fergalicious def-,

Fergalicious def-,

Fergalicious def-"

A cream she-cat was singing the terrible song (AN: Sorry to fans of this song, but I can't stand it!)

"WHO ARE YOU!?" Rusty yowled.

"I am Daisy!"

"You aren't supposed to be here until Twilight! The book I mean."
"Oh, yeah!" And Daisy disappeared with a 'poof'.

Rusty was about to take a step forward, when he heard another rustling noise. And he saw a flash of fur moving among the trees. "Come out now!" He demanded.

"Aww, you found me, smexy kittypet." And a tortoiseshell smelling of cake walked out. "I am your stalker now, call me Spottedleafcake, or Cupcakeleaf (AN: My mom invented this, I have no idea what it means.) , or something like that. See yah later!" She meowed. And Cupcakeleaf, or Spottedleafcake or whatever it was, left Rusty feeling completely confused.

So he went deeper into the forest, when he heard another rustling in the leaves, and a crunch. His blood ran cold. Was this the bones that the cats eat? And he peered behind a tree. It was a cat. A gray cat. Eating. Eating potato chips. His dream was coming true every second! Stalkers! Potato chips!

"Hey kittypet, do you want a chip?"
"Sure!" And he took a crunchy potato chip and ate it.

"YAY! Everyone thinks I'm sane for eating potato chips! Finally somebody who accepts me! You eat well for a kittypet!"

"Er… thanks." Then he spied something painted in blue spray-paint on a tree. It said, 'Coolblue wuz here.' "Who's Coolblue?"

"Our leader, instead of scent marking, she puts graffiti on almost anything in ThunderClan territory. My name's Graypaw by the way!"

"Young knight-in-training, why are you conversing with the not-noble townskittehs?" A golden tom in shining armor stood majestically on a rock, followed by a spray-painted she-cat.

"Kittypets are so not cool, Graydude! But that one looks like he eats good for a kittypet… hhmmm… Oh, how about he joins us! I am Bluestar, or Coolblue!" Rusty was confused, why so soon?

"Come back tonight when you make up your mind! See you then! OH!" Then she spied a tree she had not put graffiti on, so she magically made a can of blue spray paint appear, and she marked her territory. Rusty decided it was best to leave right that second.

Smudge spazzed out when he heard Rusty was leaving "U R G01nG t0 t3h w1ld11111?"
"YES! For the last time! BYE!"
"B73!"

Rusty ran out, happy to leave his annoying housefolk who called him Rusty-kins. He ran out to where he met Coolblue and Lionheart. He smelt their stench. "Hell-ooo?" And a soccer ball hit him in the head!

"Hey, I was about to score a goal!" Hissed a fluffy white cat! "Kittypet, you have to learn how to play sports before you join this clan!"
"Loyal knight, Whitestorm, sports don't make a cat brave. I don't know how to play football. But I am one of the bravest knights!"
"For the last time, Lionheart, you are a Warrior, not a knight!" Whitestorm hissed. "Well kittypet, are you ready to come with us to join the clan of insanity?"
"Yes!"