Jewelpaw was surrounded by ShadowClan cats, reading to pounce on her.
She didn't know what to do, the cats were crouched low, forming a circle around her. She was trapped.
Then, she got an idea.
Crouching down low, she stared as the cats circled her, looking for the most vulnerable place to attack. Then, when she was sure they were about to hurt her, she stood up on her back legs, making her seem tall. The more cowardly of the ShadowClan cats—probably still apprentices like her—backed away, frightened that she had a new move. The more experience hissed, their ears back.
Then, Jewelpaw started to dance. The ShadowClan cats looked confused, and she knew her plan was going to work.
"M-m-m…" began Jewelpaw weakly, and the cats stared at her, wondering what she would do next.
"MY MILKSHAKES BRING ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD," mewed Jewelpaw, singing and dancing as best as she could as the ShadowClan cats backed away.
"AND THEY'RE LIKE, IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS,
DAMN RIGHT, IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS,
I CAN TEACH YOU, BUT I HAVE TO CHARGE!" sang Jewelpaw, and when she was finished with her solo act, the ShadowClan cats all around her were bowing down to her, with respect in their eyes.
"I knew my Sexy would get me out of this situation," mewed Jewelpaw, smirking, "now, my cats, who is the sexiest cat in any Clan?"
"You are, Jewelpaw," chorused the ShadowClan cats, "please! Do an encore!"
"Anything for you, my nyas," said Jewelpaw.
