The three cats gathered together with their duffel bags. Swiftpaw was in the camper with his phone as Ashpaw got the last duffel bag.

"So what's the prize? Is it money?" Swiftpaw asked curiously.

"It didn't say anything specific; it just said the grand prize." Ashpaw responded.

"So that's a no on the money?" Swiftpaw asked. Cloudpaw began deciding on what Grenade launcher he should bring but he quickly tossed it aside for a 6 barrel Loch N' Load.

"Well at least a prize is better than nothing, lad" Cloudpaw mewed to Swiftpaw.

"Well I better be able to sell it." Swiftpaw responded.

"Still, it's good sport, plus there's always the bragging rights." Ashpaw told him.

Ashpaw got into the camper van as he puts his sniper Rifle in the back. Cloudpaw entered the back of the camper with a box of 24 cans of Ginger Ale. Ashpaw puts the key into the Camper as it came to life. Ashpaw knocked to see if Cloudpaw was in there, Cloudpaw knocked back responding. Swiftpaw inputs the route.

"Calculating route." The GPS said. Ashpaw puts his paw to the pedal as they left the driveway.

"Auf Wiedersehen!" Cinderpelt mewed as they left. Brightpaw watched with a smile on her face. They turned left to find it was backed up with traffic. Many of the drivers were complaining about the block in the road. And that block was just a kid playing with jacks and balls.

"I sure do love me some jack and balls." The kid smiled as he looked around. Swiftpaw was busy putting in the different directions for the driving as he was confused.

"Make an Illegal U-turn." The GPS told the trio. Ashpaw decided to reverse into a Fire hydrant allowing water to spray everywhere. He turned away and he began to drive another route.

"I wonder where they're going?" Boulder asked.

"Probably to have a much more interesting time than we are." Russetfur growled with annoyance as she was reading her book.

The camper van was busy on its way to the address of the contest which was a very long drive. They passed through the populated city as they began to drive along as they entered the mountains. Time ticked by as they kept driving, enjoying the scenery. Ashpaw turned on the radio to see what was interesting happening.

"Good afternoon, isn't it such a lovely 87 degree day, the heat wave has passed and I would like to blame dale on the incorrect readings of yesterday's temperatures." The reporter began.

"Sorry." Dale insisted.

"Anyways, more news on how much the herb costs have been plummeting to lows since…" Swiftpaw decided to turn off the radio as he was wondering how far they were coming.

"So, how far away is it?" Swiftpaw asked.

"It's pretty far, but we're running low on gas." Ashpaw responded as he noticed they needed to refill. Luckily there was a rest stop nearby with a gas station as many cars, vans and trucks were pulling in and out. Ashpaw decided to stop at one of the gas stations to refill. "If any of you needs to use the bathroom, use it now; be back here in 10 minutes." Ashpaw told the two of them.

Cloudpaw began to look around the rest stop and to stretch his legs. Swiftpaw soon entered the gas station to use the bathroom.

"Scout." A voice called out. Swfitpaw continued to look around as he looked for the symbol for the rest room.

"I'll be with you in a moment." The voice came from behind the register. Ashpaw began to pour gas into the tank of the Camper as he turned on his phone to watch something.

"Feeling good?" Ashpaw asked.

"Yeah fresh mountain air." Cloudpaw responded.

Swiftpaw was busy urinating in the toilet minding his own business when he read something on the stall. By being in this stall on June 23rd, 1:16 P.M, you agreed to be consensually pummeled in da butt! Swiftpaw looked around as the clanking of metal shoes was heard. It soon turned as it went to the stall thinking it was empty. It opened the stall and Swiftpaw squealed.

"Oh, sorry." Roadhog said before he left the stall nervously. Swiftpaw sighed feeling that he had a moment to himself. Soon Frank the Shark entered the stall staring at Swiftpaw. Swiftpaw screamed as he felt something coming at him.

"This is going to take a while." Ashpaw said to himself before taking out his phone to turn on some Animal Planet. It was an episode about sharks. (Warning this documentary might get a bit sloppy but no lemons thank goodness.)

"The Great White Tibetan Land Shark, known for its uncontrollable sex drive and 36 inch penis. It gets quite horny during the summer, often choosing to see a mate." The Narrator of the documentary began to narrate about how dangerous the shark was. Cloudpaw decided to take a picture of the area's landmark, a giant banana with his phone. The Picture soon came out.

"Hey no pictures you asshole." The owner of a nearby stand shouted.

"Putting this beast in a snare will only make it mad. To defend yourself, you gotta blow it the fuck up!" The narrator continued telling more facts of the shark species. Swiftpaw soon waddled out of the Bathroom as he felt nervous.

"I hate gas station bathrooms." Swiftpaw mewed. He soon grabbed some pain killers and first aid. He turned and he bumped into a white fox.

"Scout? Wow! How are ya?" The white fox opened the conversation.

"Who are you? What are you?" Swiftpaw asked as he was being mistaken for someone else.

"It's been a long time!" The white fox smiled, running a paw on his face. It sent shivers down his spine and he quickly made a run for it to the cash resigster.

"Hehe, No! Nuh-uh. I ain't into it!" Swiftpaw responded backing up into the cash resigster.

"Here you go scout, your order." The cashier said giving him a tube.

"Yeah thanks." Swiftpaw mewed took the tube. It said soft squirt Anal Lube and Swiftpaw was shocked. "Wait? What!? I DID NOT ORDER THIS!" Swiftpaw shouted.

"Oh my god, it's the legendary scout!" A panther said.

"Why yes I am the scout." Swiftpaw lied.

"We are like your biggest fans." The Panther said. Many animals began to turn their heads to Swiftpaw as she gave out the magazine with a picture of the BLU Scout with so many animals. Swiftpaws eyes twitched as his breathing picked up rapidly.

"That lube is good for butts." The cashier snickered.

Ashpaw and Cloudpaw were finishing up as Cloudpaw was trying to fix the detonator on his strongest explosive.

"What?" Cloudpaw mewed as he was fixing the detonator. Suddenly Swiftpaw bursts out of the gas station, his breath heavy and he was in a state of panic.

"WE GOT TO GO! NOW!" Swiftpaw shouted.

"What happened?" Ashpaw asked puzzled. Swiftpaw barreled himself into the Camper van as he pointed the door as many of them came out the door for Swiftpaw.

"What's this now?" Cloudpaw asked as he pulled himself into the back of the Camper.

"Bloody hell." Ashpaw mewed sternly as he flipped himself over the camper and he pulled himself in without opening the door. He puts his paw down on the acceleration.

"Get him! Shoot the tires!" The white fox ordered. A squirrel with a gun opened as it began shooting at the van. Ashpaw shifted the gear forward as the van accelerated quickly shaking Cloudpaw around tossing the big medicine container containing the herbs out the van as they pulled away.

"Thankfully I don't remember though." Cloudpaw mewed in his dazed state.

"What did you do Swiftpaw?" Ashpaw mewed.

"I had to go to the bathroom!" Swiftpaw shouted. Ashpaw handed him an empty jar. "Ew no, gross. Keep driving."

"I wonder if you two wanted some candy that I've packed along with us." Cloudpaw mewed from the back. No one responded. "Nevermind then."

[A/N]: So I'm ending this chapter here for now as I still want to give you some time to submit your teams or I will have to do it for you. The teams could be any franchise you want including armies but no OC'S for franchises and no actual people for the armies. Also I got kind of bad news since school starts again tomorrow but for the second semester. Take care.