Hey, everyone, and welcome to a new FanFic! I'm sorry I've taken a long time to come back, but I've been busy. Journey Of An Autistic Trainer will be put on hold for now, so I've decided to upload a Warrior Cats parody.

I've been looking these up for years, and I've been amused by a lot of them. But I've decided to upload my own Warrior Cats parody. I hope you like it, and if there are any mistakes here, let me know so I can fix them. Constructive criticism is allowed here as long as you're polite about it.

Disclaimer: Warrior Cats doesn't belong to me. The series and its characters belong to the Erin Hunter team. And I also don't own other bits of media in this chapter and the story, including Pokémon (that belongs to Satoshi Tajiri).

Publishing Date: April 17, 2017

Enjoy!

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A Prologue of Pokémon Battles

One night, a ThunderClan patrol was out near the Sunningrocks. But RiverClan cats had started using the rocks for hunting, relaxing, or even Liar's Dice. Just like that, the ThunderClan cats struck, and the rocks were alive with fighting cats.

"Oakheart! How dare you hunt in our territory!" a big tabby named Tigerclaw snarled as he pinned down a reddish brown cat. "The Sunningrocks belong to ThunderClan!"

"After tonight, Tigerclaw, this will be just another RiverClan hunting ground!" Oakheart sneered. He whipped out his 3DS and yelled, "Get 'em, Floatzel!"

So the cats went from physically fighting to playing Pokémon battles on their 3DSs, some leaving because their batteries ran out. They had their Pokémon battle in a view where humans could see them. Would humans arrest them? They'd certainly be shocked at a bunch of cats playing video games against each other, that's for sure.

Just then, a smaller she-cat named Mousefur was being double-teamed by two RiverClan cats. Her Granbull and Swampert were no matched for her foes' EV trained Pokémon. So Tigerclaw put himself in her place and Pokémon battled the RiverClan cats while Mousefur retreated, her 3DS's battery running low.

"Tigerclaw!" called Redtail, a tortoiseshell tom. "We're getting beaten! They must've learned from the Battle Royale in Sun and Moon! We must retreat!"

"No, Redtail!" Tigerclaw hissed. "This is our territory!"

"ThunderClan knows you take Pokémon game battles seriously, and we honor you as our reigning champion. But how can we take on opponents when we don't EV train our Pokémon? We'll have a chance to avenge this defeat." He then called, "Retreat, ThunderClan! Retreat!"

Loud choruses of "Aw, dang it!" rose in the air as they stormed off after Redtail. Oakheart started yowling with triumph, and RiverClan brought out their fancy wine and cheeses for the occasion.

Tigerclaw picked up his 3DS and glared at the celebrating RiverClan cats. "Oh, you're gonna get yours someday," he snarled to himself as he followed his Clanmates.

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Back in ThunderClan, a gray she-cat named Bluestar was waiting in the clearing. She had gotten a text from Oakheart saying that there was a big battle going on at Sunningrocks. Was she going to tell the Clan that he was once her boyfriend? Heck no.

Another cat approached her, a tortoiseshell cat named Spottedleaf. She was kind, skilled with herbs, beautiful, and very anti-video game. She preferred books over video games, saying that the former brought more knowledge than the latter, but Bluestar knew the real reason. Spottedleaf's old boyfriend Thistleclaw liked video games, so she read more books to forget about him.

Bluestar turned to her. "How is Mousefur?" she asked.

"Her wounds aren't too deep, Bluestar. She'll heal," replied Spottedleaf. "And how come we fight for the Sunningrocks everyday? Can't we talk things out?"

"Um...no," said Bluestar. "If anything can beat lazing around and doing nothing, it's lazing around and doing nothing on heated rocks. And nothing beats lazing around and doing nothing on heated rocks than - "

Spottedleaf sighed and interrupted, "Okay, you've got a point."

Suddenly, a comet shot across the sky and then vanished. You might say that it hit an elephant, but you know comets. They hit everything.

"StarClan has spoken to me," said Spottedleaf, her eyes shining. "Fire alone can save our Clan."

"Oh, you mean like..." Bluestar began, pulling out her 3DS.

Spottedleaf sighed. "No, Bluestar, your Infernape doesn't count. It's fictional, and besides, I don't even like playing Pokémon."

Bluestar scoffed and thought, She doesn't like Pokemon? Loser. Out loud, she asked, "So who is this 'fire'? Garfield?"

"No," said Spottedleaf. "He's fictional."

"That cheetah from the Cheetos commercials?"

"No. Fictional."

"The Annoying Orange?"

"No. That orange is annoying, hence the title."

"Donald Trump?"

"We don't bring up politics in this story. This is a safe place."

Bluestar rolled her eyes and demanded, "Then who is it?"

Spottedleaf sighed irritably. "This is why prophecies are mysterious. You're supposed to figure them out."

"Okay, sheesh!" Bluestar hissed, putting away her 3DS. "Fine, whatever you say. Fire will save the Clan and give us S'Mores."

To be continued...