EPISODE 1

"Good evening, and welcome to the very first annual 'So You Think You Know Warriors' show!" A cream coloured she-cat announces. I'm your host, Pebblefeather." She clears her throat and continues, "And now, presenting tonight's contestants!"

The cat crowd cheers as the three contestants appear from behind the curtain and seat themselves on chairs that magically appear.

"Here are, Brokenstar, Mothwing and Sorreltail!" Pebblefeather applauded .

The cat crowd goes silent as the competition begins.

"Our first question goes to…" Pebblefeather drum-rolled the floor and so did the crowd. "…Brokenstar!"

"Aww… I didn't wanna go first!" Brokenstar exclaimed.

"Too bad, loser," Pebblefeather replied cheerfully. "The question is, how old were you when you died?"

Brokenstar had a mind blank. "How am I supposed to know? I'm alive right now, duh."

"Erin Hunter made you die," Mothwing pointed out impatiently. "Now hurry up and answer the question!"

"Okay then. I died when I was…" Brokenstar thought for a moment then continued, "Thirty moons old?"

"WRONG!" Pebblefeather yowled. "You died around your, uh…forties."

"Oh. HEY! You don't even know." Brokenstar exclaimed.

"I'm more accurate than you are," Pebblefeather retorted. "Now, moving right along. Our next question goes to Mothwing!"

Mothwing leaped up in the air with joy and meowed, "Yay! My turn! What is it! WHAT IS IT!"

"Calm down," Sorreltail growled.

"The question is; how did Leopardstar die?" Pebblefeather asked.

"I know!" Mothwing cried. "She died of sickness!"

"CORRECT!" Pebblefeather announced as the cat crowd went wild.

"That's unfair," Brokenstar complained.

"You're supposed to know when you died, mouse-brain," Sorreltail replied.

"Our final EASY question of the evening goes to Sorreltail!" Pebblefeather meowed.

"It's on!" Sorreltail exclaimed.

"The question is," Pebblefeather took her time, "how many lives does Firestar have now?"

The crowd went "OOOH" while Sorreltail lashed her tail furiously. "I don't know this!" she wailed.

"Just answer it," Brokenstar meowed, irritated.

"Okay…" Sorreltail looked at the ceiling and then answered, "Six?"

"WRONG!" Pebblefeather yowled. "He has, uh…" Pebblefeather had a mind blank. "…four lives?"

"HEY! You don't know the answer, AGAIN!" Sorreltail screeched.

"I told you our host is so dumb," Brokenstar snarled. "How stupid."

Pebblefeather calmly replied, "Well, you both are dumb if you don't even know the answer to the EASY question. Moving right along…Oh, look! We have a tie." Pebblefeather flicked her tail to both Sorreltail and Brokenstar. "Only two cats can make it to the next round. It seems that we have to have a tie-breaker"

"Oooh!" the cat crowd moaned.

"Here's the question for you both," Pebblefeather went on. "The first one to get it right makes it to the next round, the MEDIUM round." She cleared her throat and asked, "Which Clan is the most well-fed Clan?"

"It's SHADOWCLAN, of course!" Brokenstar boasted. "My Clan is ALWAYS well-fed, stupid furball."

"WRONG!" Pebblefeather spat. "Sorreltail, what do you think?" She turned her back pointedly against Brokenstar. The former ShadowClan leader looked embarrassed, but instead of sinking to the floor with shame, he lashed his tail angrily.

"Well…" Sorreltail hesitated. "It's really bad to say that another Clan is better fed than my Clan, but it's obvious that ThunderClan is never well-fed until Greenleaf." She looked thoughtful for a few heartbeats then answered, "RiverClan. I would have said WindClan but they've been starving for the past few moons."

"Correct," Pebblefeather squeaked. "Wow! That was great!" Glaring at Brokenstar she added, "It looks like YOU'RE OUT!"

The cat crowd laughed at the former ShadowClan leader. Brokenstar hissed with anger but he replied, "This show was so dumb anyway." He sneered at Pebblefeather. "I bet you don't have a prize to give out to the winner."

"I do!" Pebblefeather replied calmly. "But it's not like you're going to have it anyway." Cheerfully she mewed, "If you won't get out of the stage-"

"I'm not leaving," he interrupted.

"-then it looks like I'll have to make my dog do it."

Brokenstar stared at her in disbelief. "Cats do not ally with dogs," he exclaimed.

"Well," Pebblefeather meowed, "they just have."

Brokenstar started to scream like a kit when he saw a cream-coloured dog (It's a Golden Retriever, in case you wanted to know) advance him.

"Say hello to Kicker," Pebblefeather announced. The cat crowd laughed when Pebblefeather continued, "I hope it hurts."

Brokenstar propelled himself forward, obviously trying to attack the dog. But duh, the dog is going to win anyway, and it kicked Brokenstar away (that's how it got its name).

"Moving along," Pebblefeather stated "We'll start the medium round after this next commercial break. See you soon."

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