First of all, I would like to say that I've not been able to post stories on here because I don't have the Internet. Before you freak out, thinking 'How in the world is she posting this story now?!?!' I will explain. I am using the library's computer. Therefore, I will not be able to add chapters as often, mostly because of school, but then there is that my boyfriend might want me to come over to his house, and I might just not be able to go sometimes. But I assure you, dear readers, that if I do not add for a while, I have a good reason.

Second, I am so happy to be adding chapters again. It feels terrific. If you were a former CLI fan, kudos to you, and I hope the new style of it will satisfy you. If this is your first time reading, I would like to tell you a bit about this story (Fans, you should listen up, too, because I don't know if you know this bit of information.) This story is based around a fictional land I like to call Catland. It is completely mine, though I threw in the Warriors bit, to spice it up. After all, what's Catland without Warriors, right? Don't fret, I'm going to put in the disclaimer, but keep in mind that Catland is mine, all mine. NO STEALING.

Disclaimer: I, Deltasong, formerly BellaCaitlin, hereby disown Warriors, though however much I may want to.

Claimer: I, Deltasong, formerly BellaCaitlin, own Catland, Deltasong, Peachpaw/storm, and all of the CLI crew, and everything else that has to do with Catland and its members.

So, before I bore your to death, and without further ado, I present to you, ladies and gentlecats, The Clan Leader's Interview that Went So Wrong, Second Season!

The Clan Leader's Interview that Went So Wrong

Prologue

The dream I had the night before was...weird...at the least. I was standing in a dark place, you know, the ones they always have a main character be in during a prophetic dream. Of course, as always, mist surrounded me. But the mist was...red. Then it changed to black. Then to pink. And then, all of a sudden, the mist grew. No, you don't have an eye problem. It grew. Like, I became surrounded by more of it. And then, the mist transformed into a paw the color of a peach. And that's when it hit me. Peachpaw...My old pal from that one random interview show that I hosted a couple moons back. Good times...Good times...

I woke up with a start at the sound of a screaming alarm clock that rang out the Meow Mix theme. It was just on the second meow when I threw it against the wall. I did not want to get up today.

Pouting, I fell out of bed and onto my wooden floor. I then pulled myself along the floor toward my closet, and somehow put on my Wendy's clothes whilst laying on the floor.

After I brushed my teeth with my fish flavored toothpaste, I climbed in my catmobile and revved up the engine

That's when I noticed something.

The air was too hot to be Friday. It was too sunny out, too cheerful. Quickly, I came to one conclusion: Today was Saturday.

Pulling out my cat phone, I flipped it open and in big, bold letters, it read 'Saturday, June 8, 2009, 12:00pm'

"Shoot." I whispered. Today was Saturday, in the middle of the summer, during lunch.

I walked back inside my apartment and fell onto my bed.

Two hours later, I woke up at the sound of a ringing cat phone. I fumbled around for a moment before flipping open the phone. "Huh?" I mumbled.

"Is this Ms. Deltasong?" said a mysterious voice on the other end.

"Uh huh." My voice gave away my state.

"Hello, Ms. Deltasong. I'm sorry if I disturbed you. But I really need to talk to you in person. Please meet me at 918 West Catland Street, Catnapolis. Is that okay?"

I rolled my eyes. "Sure."

The voice didn't respond right away. "Thank you for your time, Ms. Deltasong. I look forward to seeing you."

Finally, after making my way through a maze, I reached the said address. Parking my catmobile on the curb, I got out and walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell.

Suddenly, the door opened wide, and Peachpaw looked me straight in the eye. "Come in." she growled, pulling me in.

"Peachpaw?!" I cried. Her green eyes were flaming red hot. "The fox dung is going on here?!"

My old friend threw me against a couch. "Who the heck do you think you are?!"

I smirked. "Um...Deltasong?"

Peachpaw threw a punch at me, but I dodged quickly. "Forgetting me for about five moons, huh?! What a way to thank me for coming on your stupid show with you! I tried going to your house, but the old lady who moved in said she hadn't heard of you! I kept going back to the HQ to see if you'd return, but no!" she screamed, throwing another punch at me, missing.

"Hey, take it easy, Peach!"

She stopped trying to hit me, but the snarl didn't leave her face. "And, for your information, the leaders had nowhere to go, because their clans had separated."

I looked down.

"And so they came to my house, and asked if we could start the show again."

I still looked down.

"Well?"

"Well? Huh, why should I?"

Peachpaw sighed. "Because! For me, for the CLI staff who lost their jobs, for the leaders, and even for yourself!"

"For myself?" I questioned with a frown on my face.

She smiled wickedly. "Wendy's, am I correct?"

I stood up. "So you guys really want my to start it back up?"

Peachpaw nodded.

"Fine. Can I leave?" Peachpaw nodded. "Thanks. Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. We'll get everyone back tomorrow."

The next day, and I was stuck at the HQ, for the second time that year. Almost everyone was here, the camera cats, sound cats, guards, guest caretaker cats, even a new camera cat named McDonald was here.

"Oh, gosh, it's good to be back." said Pinkstar.