Disclaimer: Do I look like Erin Hunter to you? Well, I guess you can't really see me over the internet. Let's just say that I''m not Erin Hunter.

The veterinarians decreed that Sandstorm was fit to come home several days before scheduled. They

even gave her a balloon. Firestar liked the balloon. He spent half and hour playing with it. What, he's a cat. Cat's chase balloons, it's just the way things are. He and Sandstorm took a long walk along the bank of the river. Unfortunately, they were in Riverclan territory when Leopardstar came by with three other warriors.

"Firestar! What are you doing on our territory. Are you invading?" Leopardstar asked in surprise.

"Of course we're not invading, there's only two of us! Sheesh." Firestar retorted haughtily. He was staring at Leopardstar intently.

"Firestar, what are you doing?" Leopardstar asked. Sandstorm didn't like how Firestar stared at every she-cat in the clans. It was getting to her.

"Calm down, Sandstorm," she thought to herself "You spent two weeks in the hospital because of his flaws. Don't create more problems than we need to have."

"I think you should get off our territory, Firestar." Leopardstar advised. "I like you and everything, but you're from another clan and I would lose all the respect of my slaves- I mean clan-mates, yeah clan-mates, if I let you stay."

"Fine, we'll get out then. Gee." Firestar sounded irritated. But that's because he was. He and Sandstorm turned and walked back to the border. As soon as Leopardstar and her patrol left, Firestar turned to Sandstorm and said,

"Wanna go back to the river?"

Sandstorm looked at him funny, and Firestar realized that maybe she actually cared about the warrior secret code of conduct, which firmly stated that no cat should enter another clans territory without prior permission.

"But we do have prior permission. From me. The Warrior secret code of conduct doesn't specify who's permission we need. Whoever made these rules wasn't thinking straight." He said. Sandstorm looked at him funny, again.

"Wow, you did something smart. That's weird. Have you ever thought of not being dumb?" Sandstorm asked him quizzically.

"Well, the thought has crossed my mind, but it would be a lot harder for the author to make this story funny if I wasn't dumb."

Well, he's right. He really is the only source of amusement in this insult to an ingenious series. I wonder what Erin Hunter would think if she read this. Well, one of them anyways. I wonder if she'd be impressed. Probably not. She's probably email me and ask that I stop writing. I guess I'd need to stop writing then. Shame. It's one of my few passtimes. Damn, this is pretty darn short. Well, to make it up to anyone who happens to actually be reading this series, I will get to work on the next chapter immediately.