OMG, the Warrior Cats have been accepted into the Olympics! But what happens when Nightcloud is obsessed with running and winning, Whitewing is all over the internet, and CAKEY becomes their theme? Randomness ensues! Trust me on that.

THIS IS IMPORTANT! Due to the previous author of this story, Smart Aleckette, not being able to update, I have taken the story WITH HER PERMISSION! No comments on how it seems like something that came up earlier, please

Chapter One:

Firestar turned on his laptop and read. And read. And read. It didn't help that he couldn't read. But anything's possible for the savior! After a while, he figured out how to read the most hard word ever! 'A'. And suddenly… he understood the E-Mail.

Firestar jumped on the Highledge and yowled, "Let all cats old enough to access the Internet join beneath the Highledge for a clan meeting!"

And he waited. And waited. And waited.

"I said…" He called out again, polishing his nails with glitter glue, "Let all cats old enough to access the Internet join under the Highledge for a Clan Meeting!"

And he waited some more, humming 'My Little Teapot' and polishing his nails.

- In the Warrior's Den -

"Like, OMG! Firestar's a hero!" Brambleclaw said in a girly voice, reading 'Darkest Hour' rapidly.

"Duh! Keep up, why don't cha?" Whitestorm challenged.

"Aren't you dead?" Lionpaw asked, eating Macaroni and Cheese, reading Midnight.

"Um… AaAaAaAaA! I died!" Whitestorm screamed.

"Yeah… StarClan does have a spot for you, ya know." Icekit said, IM-ing Bluestar.

"Uh-huh… Bluestar says 'When he does get up here, tell him I'll kill him for keeping Snowfur waiting. And then she'll kill him, and you finally end up in StarClan's StarClan'." Icekit meowed seriously.

"And I thought Whitewing was obsessed with the Internet…" Birchfall muttered.

"Hey look! Here's a site that has us! People write about us and all!" Whitewing said excitedly.

"Cool! Are there any about me?" Ashfur asked.

"Why would there be?" Sandstorm asked, munching on a carrot and playing on a xylophone.

Suddenly, a strange cat popped up. "Hi! I'm Lola… AND I LOVE SUGAR! And my fur is made of sugar! CAKEY !"

In the Author's Computer Room–

"Jenni!" A girl screeched.

"What? Cakey is special!" Another caramel-haired one said.

"This is mine!"

"That's what you say." A new girl showed herself.

CAKEY CAKEYCAKEYCAKEY SUGAR IS SPECIAL CAKEY CAKEYCAKEY

"Kathrene!"

"What? I tried Jenni's Cakey…"

"Can we get back to the story now? Before they get bored?"

"Sure, go on."

Back in the story –

"CAKEY CAKEY CAKEYCAKEY!"

"Randomness. W-o-w. Can we get some sence here, PLEASE?" Graystripe yowled.

The sugar cat ran away still screaming "CAKEY CAKEY CAKEYCAKEYCAKEY! CAKEY IS GOOD CAKEY IS GOOD!CAKEY IS GOOD, CAKEY IS GOOD, CAKEY IS GOOD, IIIIIIISSSSSSS GGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDD YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!"

Back in the Computer Room –

"Kathy, I'm warning you…"

"This is fun! CAKEY CAKEY CAKEY! Thanks, Jenni."

"Cakey is special. And sugar is specialer. Lovely Cakey…" The light brown haired girl sighed.

"Please… Not in my story…"

"Fine, fine. Hey, who put a camera in here?" The dark brown haired girl – Kathy – walks over and there is a click and…

Back in the story… Again… -

Back with Firestar –

"Get your butts out here now or somecat's going to get hurt!" Firestar yowled, after succeeding in painting his claws pink.

Grunbling, and with Whitewing coming out with her laptop and Brambleclaw reading Midnight, they came out.

"What do you want?" Dustpelt called.

"I," Firestar said proudly, "Have received an E-Mail! And it was the hardest to read ever!"

"What's an E-Mail?"

"Duh! Mail that you get from the Internet, it is electronic." Whitewing sighed, flipping her fur and reading more.

"Well, what does it say?" Demanded an upside-down Honeypaw.

"Ahem… This. Is. An. E-Mail. For…" Firestar started deciphering it.

"This is an E-Mail for ThunderClan. You are hereby welcomed to participate in the Warriors Olympics, along with other clans to form one team. It will be occurring in one moon in China. With due thanks… Someone." Icekit read swiftly.

"Hey!"

"I hacked into your E-Mail. It's easy; your PSW is Fluffy Bunny."

"Who's talking?"

"No clue, they stopped saying who."

- Someone hacked into the security feed in the Author's Computer Room –

"Jenni! Put the non-dialogue back!"

"Fine, fine…"

- Security feed cuts out from Icekit's computer–

Firestar nods. "Much better."

"I have used the darkness!" A booming voice called. They all turned to see Tigerstar, holding Midnight and laughing, "Mua-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

"Dad, give me back my book!" Brambleclaw complained.

"Nya na na-na na… na…" Tigerstar started reading.

"Um… Isn't he dead… and isn't he supposed to be killing us or something?"

"Um… AaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAa! I'm dead!" Tigerstar yelled.

"Very nice." Squirrelflight said nonchalantly.

Suddenly… A gigantic macaroni and cheese cat came out of nowhere.

"I am MAC, brother of…" He thundered.

"AaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAa! Evil macaroni!" Tigerstar squealed like a girl.

"Brother of…" Lulu prompted. Where'd this cat come from?

"Lulu!" MAC finished. Then he went on to Tigerstar. "An Ancient Aztec cat, the mystic, magical cat, sent me to kill you. His magic is so great, that fire springs up where he wants. And, he is called… Tim.

"Hey, isn't he a housecat?" Firestar called down. "I think I know him."

"His brother is called Smuge…" MAC admitted. Then he went back to Tigerstar. "Doom on you… Doom on you… Doom on you… Doom on you… Doom on you…" MAC chanted, before eating him.

"OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo! Maceroni…" Tigerstar said, sliding down.

"Yum!" Foxkit said, jumping out. "Maceroni!"

"AaAaAaAaAaAaAaAa! A kit!" MAC screamed, climbing up a one-centimeter tree.

Foxkit ran over and climbed on MAC and ate MAC. Then macaroni started raining down from the sky.

Then some random cat called Fleapoop, because he was covered in flea poop and was the fleas pooping place, screamed "Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla…. BLA…. I like macaroni and cheese. Ew, mac and cheese is disgusting. Did you know that two and two is four? Well actuley it is 4. did you know I actually had a calculator that said that that this is fun this is very fun do you like fleas or flea poop I like flea poop that's why my name is Fleapoop fleapoop fleapoop fleapoop fleapoop fleapoop flea poop is I like trees treeeeeeeee…

- Someone has to get rid of this camera –

"Kathy!"

- Back in camp –

…! Trees are like fleeeeaaaasssss… and fleas are gooooooooodddddd do you like light years I like light years do you know what light years are light minutes are how far light travels in a minute minute minute minute minute min…"

They all hear a distant call… "Kathy!"

Suddenly, Fleapoop runs off, screaming something about light years and 'Don't Kill Me!'

"This is boring. So normal." Squirrelflight said, rolling her eyes.

Foxkit ran forward, eating something long and pale and slimy.

"AaAaAaAaAaA! A severed paw!"

All the cats started running off in little circles.

Foxkit looked at them, at the thing, then went on chewing, purring quietly, "Yum… Maceroni…"

This chapter was so blindingly random and weird because of who kept commandeering the Typey-Typey

CAKEY CAKEYCAKEYCAKEYCAKEYCAKEY !

FLEA POOP FLEA POOP FLEA POOP FLEA POOP !

JENNI! KATHRENE!

Beware, more randomness is coming! (That's because I can't get Kathrene and Jenni away from the Typey-TypeySo… See yous in chapter two.