"Yo, Swagpaw, my man?" yowled Brostar.
"Sup, shawty," Swagpaw replied.
The two cats walked by each other, both with undeniable swagger. This was Gang Clan, and there was no stopping the endless amounts of swag. Even though they lost all their battles to their rivals, White Girl Clan, they could really care less. They had hot females, swag, and good looks, and that was all Gang Clan needed to survive in the wild.
"I heard you and Ratchetfur have a thing," Brostar said.
"Yeah, man, that chick is FINE."
At that moment, Ratchetfur walked by. "How ya doin'?"
"I'm doing hella fine."
"Aye, we was just talking about you and that fine, fine booty,' Swagpaw purred.
Ratchetpaw then proceeded to twerk for the two cats, who soon enough joined in.
"TWERK TEAM!" A large, ginger cat who had a lot of junk in his trunk ran into the clan leader.
"Young Twerktail, you must be careful. We were performing our daily twerking rituals with the women."
Twerktail twerked in response. He was born for this. His fine booty was enough to make Starclan come down every night and bless it. However, his twerking turned out to be so good that Brostar was a bit worried. Were his twerking powers being given to this young clan member? He shook his head, knowing that twerking wasn't really his thing.
Two kits ran into the clearing, each dragging large weaves in their little mouths.
"BROSTAR, BROSTAR!" they shouted. "We found weaves in the river!"
Brostar chuckled darkly. Little did they know what he really used them for. The kits looked lovingly at their leader.
"What are your names, young ones?"
"I am Swagkit, and this is my brother. His name is Yolokit."
Brostar nodded. "Let us teach you how to twerk."
"WE WANT YOU TO RAP FOR US."
Brostar stretched out on the ground, his black fur rippling in the morning sun.
"I like to snag chicks all day, but yo, shawty, I am not here to stay."
The kits mewed with excitement. They absolutely loved Brostar.
Suddenly a dark cloud shifted over the camp.
"YO, WHAT THE DEUCES IS THIS?"
A large female cat named Jegginglegs ran up to the small group of cats.
"I...It's White Girl Clan. They invaded the nursery and took all of our Tums in the medicine den."
Brostar narrowed his eyes. It was time for a twerk-off with those scrawny little biotches. He would not back down. It was on like Donkey Kong.