My crazy dream. By Daisy Alexandra Villegas.
Sandstorm knew it was coming. The battle against WindClan. Redtail mewed to Bluestar, "We'll never win! Our warriors are exhausted enough without this!"
The ThunderClan leader mewed, "We will find a solution, Redtail. Be patient." The deputy nodded, and padded away.
So it had come to this. WindClan had many kits that season, but not enough land to feed them all. So Tallstar had come in peace to ThunderClan to ask Bluestar to share the territory, but she refused. The two Clans would battle at sun-high.
"Doesn't that old lady look like an old man?" asked my mom.
Firestar yowled as he flung himself at a tabby tom. "I like cupcakes!" Tigerstar yowled.
Firestar mewed, "What?"
Tigerstar threw Firestar off of him, amber eyes glinting. "You are the new president of the United States!"
Firestar stared at him. "WHAT?"
Tigerstar mewed, "Taquitos are my friends, SpongeBob! Not enemies!"
Firestar screeched in fury. Tigerstar, the evil, plotting, murderous cat, had turned into a cupcake-loving, presidential announcer with a taquito-worshipping side that Firestar had never noticed before.
Tigerstar purred in Firestar's ear. "Meet me by the ThunderClan border. We have a lot to discuss."
That's all of my dream! Crazy, wasn't it? I wrote it down before I forgot it. I'm so smart!