Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. I only own... oh, fine. I only own the books, which don't exactly count... and I don't own Starbucks, either.

The four clans were finally at their new home. As Graystripe breached the hill, he saw the lake… "OMG THERE'S A LAKE I NEED TO HAVE A POOL PARTY!" he cried as he backflipped down the to the lake. Meanwhile, Cinderpelt was watching for Starclan. "Starclan has spoken! They have ordered us to have a party in the lake!"

"BREAK OUT THE LEMONADE!" Graystripe cried. Then he pulled out his Razr phone and text messaged everyone, "D0es ne1 have a b34ch b4ll 0r 0ther p001 t0y5?"

"I do," Tallstar replied from is camera-and-video-flip-phone-with-access-to-the-internet.

"Break em out!" Graystripe told him, with a bunch of emoticons added on the end.

Suddenly there were beach balls and umbrellas and water wings and inner tubes and noodles and kickboards flying everywhere. Riverclan were busy inflating the water wings and the beach balls, Thunderclan were pitching the umbrellas, Shadowclan were preparing lemonade, and Windclan were ordering the clans to do things so they could get to the lake first. Soon everything was set up, and the lake was filled with cats.

"WOOHOO!" yowled Bluestar. "Where did you come from?" Firestar asked. "HELP THERE"S A DEAD CAT IN THE LAKE!" But no one heard him. "How could I miss out on a pool party?" said Bluestar. "And I brought Starclan with me!" Suddenly Starclan was splashing in the lake with the other four clans. "TIGERSTAR GIT!" Firestar cried. "No." Tigerstar replied. "Go away!" "But I'm having fun!" Then they started playing Marco-Polo together.

"NO MY RAZR IS GETTING WET!" Graystripe yowled. "No it isn't," Silverstream mewed. "Why?" "You don't have one." "Oh." "But if you want one, I found it on the Thunderpath back at home." "YAY my Razr!"

Firestar and Sandstorm were sunbathing together. "This is a nice towel," Sandstorm commented. "Spandex," Firestar said. Sandstorm looked shocked. "And 99 percent Egyptian Cotton." "Oh…" "OMG MY FUR"S ON FIRE!" "No it isn't, it's just bright orange. And very hot from the sun." "But…" "Live with it. You should have been named Firepelt or something." Suddenly a saber-toothed tiger appeared out of a wormhole and disappeared again.

"FIRESTAR! Come over here!" Tallstar cried. "What is it?" I've been asphyxiated by the beach balls and stuff I brought, and I am going to die. Tell my clan that as of right now Mudclaw is no longer deputy, and Onewhisker is." "Okay," Firestar said, nodding. Then a beach ball attacked Tallstar and he lost his last life. "NOOO!" Firestar wailed. "Thunderclan! We are at war against the beach balls! Commence fire NOW!" Then all the cats pulled out their laser guns and shot the beach balls into oblivion. "Yay! We won," Graystripe cheered. "I'm buying rounds for us all." "Um…" murmured Bluestar. "Don't do drugs," Cinderpelt said cheerfully. "I WANT COFFEE!" Graystripe mewed. "OOH COFFEE!" Sandstorm yowled. "Where is Starclan territory?" "You mean Starbucks?" "Yeah." "Over there." "ATTACK!"

"Hello, can I help you?" the cashier asked kindly. "I would like… let's see… how about a tall caramel macchiato (sp?), a grande dark coffee any kind, a mocha frappechino, an espresso brownie, and an iced whatever-that-third-thing-on-the-center-menu is," Firestar purred. Then Graystripe ran up, leaped onto the counter, and yelled, "I want one of everything!" "Graystripe how will you pay for that?" Firestar growled. "I won't." "Traitor!" "Tunnels do that to you." "What!" "The beach is landlocked!" "Last time I checked…" "HEY MY ORDER"S READY! YAY!" Then Graystripe pounced onto all the coffee stuff on the counter. "Fresh-spill for everyone!" "Yay a successful purchase!" Cloudtail purred. "Caffeine…" Brambleclaw said in a sort of hypnotized voice. Then he spazzed out. Then all the cats, nice and full thanks to Graystripe, plodded home. Even though they didn't exactly know where it was.

So how was my first chapter of randomness? Please review!