"Firestar, WAKE UP! You don't want to miss out on your birthday surprise, do you?" Sandstorm yelled. "SQUIRRELFLIGHT! PREPARE THE CANNONS!"

"Yes, mother dearest!" Squirrelflight replied, smiling smugly. "Hey, Leafpool! I AM THE FAVORITE"

"Sure you are..." Leafpool said, rolling her eyes.

Finally, after 5 minutes, Firestar woke up. "What's g-going on?" he asked.

Suddenly, there was a long "BOOM!" and waffles came hurdling out of the cannon, hitting and smothering Firestar in waffles. After he dug himself out of the waffle mountain, he screamed like a little kit. "SANDSTORM! THERE IS SYRUP IN MY FUR! HOW DARE YOU!" he cried.

"Oh, hush up! You deserve it for NEVER letting me go on a patrol!" Sandstorm replied, walking away from Firestar and his waffles. Her fur was bristling, and her tail was up high.

"INVISIBLE GRAYSTRIPE, FETCH ME THE MOIST TOWELETTES!" Firestar said to his invisible deputy.

Brambleclaw sighed and got the moist towelettes. "Here," he said, giving them to Firestar.

"Why, thank you! What was your name again? Bramble... Bramblebottom! Yes, that must be it!" Firestar exclaimed, taking the towelettes. "Here is one single berry for your hard work and effort! CONGRATS!"

Brambleclaw stalked away, thinking of how to overthrow the Thunderclan government and steal all of the berries for himself. The berries will be mine, and I don't care if I have to get Firestar moist towelettes every day for a moon! he thought to himself.

Firestar threw the towelettes on the ground and rolled around on them, attempting to get off the syrup. "UGH, Sandstorm is SOOOO last book," Firestar moaned. "I want an upgrade... Someone, less waffle-y."

Randomly, a she-cat waltzed into the clearing to some up-beat music.

"Hey you!" Firestar called. "What is your opinion on waffles?"

"Hate 'em!" the she-cat replied.

"You are perfect! What is your name?!" Firestar demanded.

"My name is Waltzfoot. You must be the handsome AND charming leader of Thunderclan, Firestar!"

"Okay, Waltzfoot. Let's ride horseback into the sunset together and never look back!" Firestar exclaimed.

"Sounds good to me! Can we get a pizza on the way?" Waltzfoot asked.

"Why, OF COURSE!" Firestar said.

And there began the great Sandstorm Massacre.