Brambleclaw was sitting in the den, bored, flipping through channels on the T.V.
CLICK.
"And now for today's prey report..."
CLICK.
"A B C D E F G... C'mon, kits! Sing along! H I J K..."
CLICK.
"La la la la la la la! Catscratch!"
CLICK.
"MORTAL CAT FIGHT!!"
Brambleclaw sighed and tried to turn the T.V. off, but the stupid remote decided to quit working just then. Ticked off, he whacked it on the table beside the chair so hard that the whole table flipped over and crashed into the television set.
Squirrelflight heard the commotion and popped her head in, just in time to hear her husband cuss and throw peanuts at the broken stuff. "Great Starclan!" Squirrelflight gasped. "Bramby, what's your problem?! You're awfully grumpy today."
"I can't help it!" Brambleclaw sobbed. "I'm bored and sick of doing nothing! Nothing ever happens anymore!" With that, he threw his stuffed panda at the ceiling fan. With a rusty groan it broke off and crashed on his head. "AND WHY THE CRAP WON'T FIRESTAR ORDER NEW FURNITURE?!"
Before his bewildered wife could answer, however, they heard their leader call out: "All cats meet under the Highledge for a clan meeting!