Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine

You guys are on my mind

You asked me what I wanted to be

And now I think the answer's plain to see:

I wanna be famous!

I wanna live close to the sun,

Well pack your bags 'cause I've already won

Everything to prove,

Nothing in my way

I'll get there one day

'Cause I wanna be famous!

Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!

The opening theme song ended with a blur of static. When it cleared, the camera focused on a bright orange-furred tom; he was wearing a blue shirt with white sleeves and holding a microphone in one paw.

"Is this on? Hello? Hello?"

The tom tapped at the camera lens with a claw, adjusting the angle slightly. Once he was happy with the positioning, he took a step backwards and smiled, slicking back his ruffled fur.

"Hello, and welcome to the hottest Clan reality series in the Lakeside Territories! We're coming at you live from the Gathering Island, located somewhere outside RiverClan's camp!"

The tom smiled, gesturing to himself. "I'm your host... Firestar!"

The camera flashed forward to show the orange-pelted host strolling down a pebbly shore. He stopped next to a fallen tree, bark slick with water; the tree formed a sort of half-bridge from the island to land.

"Okay, here's the deal," Firestar explained, talking into his microphone. "Twenty-two campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old greenleaf camp. They'll compete in challenges against each other, then have to face the judgement of their fellow campers. Every three days, one team will either win a reward, or watch one of their team members walk down... the Tree-Bridge Of Shame!"

He gestured towards the fallen tree, his voice emphatic.

"Then they'll take a ride on the Log of Losers and leave the island for good!"

Firestar chuckled darkly, rubbing his forepaws together.

The scene cut ahead once again to show the ThunderClan leader standing in front of a stack of small logs; the lumber was surrounded by smooth rocks.

"Their fate will be decided here, at the dramatic campfire ceremonies! Each week, all but one contestant will receive... a catmint leaf." Firestar held up a small, fuzzy green herb.

"In the end, only one will be left standing. That lucky camper will be rewarded with - a pile of freshly-caught prey, which, let's face it, their Clan will have devoured in under a day - and their warrior name!"

Firestar's final words were met with a chorus of pre-recorded gasps.

"What?" the orange tom shrugged innocently. "Did I forget to mention that all of the contestants are apprentices?"

He cleared his throat, tugging at the collar of his shirt. "...Aaaaanyway, every drama-filled, action-packed moment will be captured by the hundreds of cameras hidden around the island! And in order to survive, our competitors will have to face killer snakes, vicious insects, mobs of angry foxes, and... each other!" The show's host grinned, holding up a paw.

"Calm down, I'm just kidding. Sort of. They will have to face the other campers. And maybe a predator or two, but not many..." Firestar coughed guiltily.

"Anyway, I can feel the dramatic tension beginning to build up! Who will crumble under the pressure, and who will win glory and honor for themselves and their Clan? Find out here, on

TOTAL...

DRAMA...

GATHERINGPLACE!"