Warriors IM
(Chat room 1. Dustyman115, Theprankster, Bramblehater)
Dustyman115: Any one there?
Bramblehater: Hey, is that you, Dustpelt?
Dustyman115: Shush! I'm under cover!
Bramblehater: Well, you're not very secret with that username!
Theprankster: Hi dad!
Bramblehater: Shush! He's under cover!
Theprankster: Oh. Hi dad!HEY EVERY ONE! THIS IS DUSTPELT, MY DADDY POOPIEKINZ!
Dustyman115: Son, you are grounded!
Theprankster: Nnnnnnnnooooooooooooooo!!
(Dustyman115 exits)
(Dustyman115 enters)
Dustyman115: Oh, and you lose cell phone and IM for a week, too, so I want you off of here in the next five minutes.
Theprankster:Nnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooo!! Never!!
(Dustyman115 exits.)
Theprankster: Where'd he go….?
Bramblehater: I dunno. Wait… are you Spiderleg, Birchfall, or Foxpaw?
Theprankster: (laughs evilly) Who knows? I might even be Icepaw, or Shrewpaw, or Hollykit, or even Larchkit! But, alas, I cannot tell you. But I know who you are…Ashfur!
Bramblehater: Wait! I know you're a guy! And you're not an apprentice.
Theprankster: But… How?
Bramblehater: Your dad called you "son".
Theprankster: What about the apprentice part?
Bramlehater: Apprentices can't have IM, genius!
Theprankster: Curse you father!And curse you, Ashfur, for your knowledge of IM!
(Theprankster exits.)
Bramblehater: Wait! You have to tell me who you are or I'll disguise you as bacon and feed you to Lionheart!
Bramblehater: (looks around.) Oh well. He's not coming back. Good-bye world and all who inhabit it!
(Bramblehater exits. Then he goes and jumps off a cliff.)
The moral of this chat room is that all dads are mean. Well, no other dads are as mean as Dustpelt, but a few (Coughtigerstarcough) Come pretty close.
Warriors chat room 2!
(Therevengetaker, Mysterydeath, Butterflywing, Missindependent.)
Mysterydeath: Let this chatroom begin! We are here to discuss the fate of our brother, Bramleclaw. He murdered me.
Therevengetaker: Uhh… Hawkfrost? 2 things. One, Brambleclaw is my son, not my brother. And two, we all know that he murdered you, so just GET ON WITH IT!
Mysterydeath: OK! Personally, I think that we should tie every limb (And his tail) to donkeys and then make them run in different directions until he dies.
Butterflywing: And… what's a donkey?
Mysterydeath: Never mind, Idiot. Well, Tawnypelt, what do you think?
Missindependent: I don't think we should do any thing as harsh as what Hawkfrost suggested. I think… Well, I don't know what I think. Just do whatever you want. I'm going to the beach now. So long, mousebrains.
(Missindependent exits.)
Butterflywing: I wanna go to the beach!
Therevengetaker: Shut up, frickn' Mothwing!
Butterflywing: WAAAAAAAAAAA!!
(Butterflywing exits.)
Mysterydeath: No loss.
Therevengetaker: Oh well. Well, I'm going. Goodbye, son.
Mysterydeath: Uhh… Dad, two things. One, I'm SO coming with you. Two, we live in the same forest, Doofus!
Therevengetaker: Oh. Right.
(They both exit.)
