I cannot and do not have the will to explain.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Warriors or its characters. Erin Hunter does. I do however own the messed up Pizza Dimension.
Enjoy and review. Or else I will come through the screen of your computer, laptop, or DSi and chomp your head off.
Firestar was walking back to the camp, holding an oversized plumpie bird. The ugly skies and the ugly trees overhead were so very ugly. Firestar couldn't wait to go to sleep in his ugly nest in the ugly den he owned. Today everything was particularly stupid-looking. Even Spottedleaf would be ugly if she was here. Enough of the ugliness, Firestar thought in his head. Was he obsessive-compulsive or something? His stomach growled like Tigerstar would at ThunderClan. To the Dark Forest with it, Firestar decided. With that he gobbled down the fat bird he was carrying back for the kits. No one cares about the kits. If they do, they shouldn't. Being selfish rocks. Firestar ran to the camp and there he saw it was deserted. He twitched his tail, and then he noticed a random huge portal that was making screeching noises. And in Firestar went.
The world was an odd indigo shade, even the trees and grass. ThunderClan apprentices, warriors, queens and kits could be seen playing Would You Rather in a circle. They were eating pizza and chugging Mountain Dew or Canada Dry ginger ale. It was the most peculiar sight Firestar had seen. Since when did he know how to read labels on shiny Twoleg cans and what pizza was? If you can't stop them, join them. Firestar leaped headfirst into a pool of Coca Cola and it started to fizz, exploding the entire world and all of its inhabitants. Even our dimension.
That, I'm sorry to say, was the real story of how Firestar died. Erin Hunter lied.