Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, followed, and favorited the story so far! Before I show you this story, I'd like to reply to some of the reviews.

Shimmer Moon (Guest): Wow, you are the first guest to review on this story! I don't think I'd put him on the staff, but I'll see if I'll add her on.

Whitespirit (Guest): You aren't the first to suggest her, and I found that out on the Warriors Wiki. I promise you, she will show up.

Normalflakes: I'm glad that I made your day!

Pebblewish: True, true, but I don't want to copy Empress Tansy's version completely, so that's why I changed it. However, there will be conflict on here in a different way, such as this chapter...

Now, for the first chapter that doesn't physically feature our favorite ginger tom... *GASP*

*Backstage of Thunder Studios, StarClan, 3:00 PM*

The brown tom dragged the pretty tortoiseshell by her front paws as he pushed open the door that led to backstage. "Spottedleaf, you need to lose some weight," he muttered through gritted teeth.

"Excuse me?!" the medicine cat shrieked. "According to the series, I am described as small and lithe, not heavy and fat! And let go of me!"

Dustpelt shook his head. "Nah, we got to make this digital exclusive because it's going to amuse many members of our audience as Sandstorm takes out her rage onto you."

Brook was following behind the two cats, holding her camera while recording. When they arrived at an oak door with a golden knob, Dustpelt knocked his head into it three times. "Do you guys need me for anything?" asked Sandstorm from inside.

"Well, come see for yourself," Dustpelt muttered. The former ThunderClan warrior unlocked the door, and pulled it open slowly, causing it to creak. She tilted her head to see the three cats - a security guard, the guest of the episode, and a cat with a camera. Her eyes darted to each cat before she realized what the host of the show wanted.

Her tail swished and her eyes narrowed. "I'll take care of Spottedleaf. Dustpelt, you may go do whatever and whatnot, and on the other paw, Spottedleaf and Brook, come inside."

The security guard nodded curtly as he let go of the prisoner, I mean, guest, and padded to the front area of the studio. Inside, the room had four walls painted with a base of a pale shade of gray but vertical darker stripes. Four incandescent lights were in the ceiling, each one near a corner. At one of the left corners there was a vanity with light bulbs sticking out on the rim of the mirror. Brook stationed herself in one of the back corners to get a good view for the special.

The tortoiseshell medicine cat had helped herself to her paws before padding slowly in. "Sandstorm, you aren't the cat to kill because some younger cat told you to," she mewed, but her eyes held a desperate gleam. "I saved your life from Mapleshade, and I've already died twice."

Sandstorm's tail flicked, from what either may be annoyance, amusement, or both. "Well, you are right that I don't often take orders from other cats. But I don't think you know how much of a grudge I hold against you."

"It's not even my fault!" the 'prettier' cat cried out, backing up to a corner not occupied by the camera cat. Brook zoomed up as Sandstorm padded closer to the medicine cat.

"You didn't even know what I was going to say," the backup security sighed. "Jumping to conclusions so quickly when you want to save your nonexistent afterlife. I know Firestar had feelings for you, and I've already given him a piece of my mind too many times. The thing I hate about you is that you're a complete stalker!"

Spottedleaf stepped back. "I'm not stalking; I'm sending messages from StarClan!"

"Are you sure you really couldn't have sent these messages to Yellowfang or Cinderpelt instead?" Sandstorm snarled. "I think you should know well that we have medicine cats to communicate to StarClan as well! So, instead of clinging onto a cat and making it harder for them to move on, talk to the cat who knows what to do with this information!"

The former warrior inhaled deeply before continuing. "You're not teaching Firestar anything by visiting his dreams every night! As well as telling him about this and that, you're also sending the message that you should not move on from those you've lost and only focus on the past! Don't you see how bad of an example you are being? StarClan is supposed to be a role model for the leaders, deputies, medicine cats, warriors, apprentices, queens, kits, and elders! By doing all this, you're teaching us all something that we shouldn't be doing!"

The slender tortoiseshell murmured, "I think you are over-analyzing - "

"And what is the problem with over-analyzing this?" the mate of Firestar (A/N: I had typed "Friestar" by accident, like, fries XD) interrupted. "You are the opposite of a noble StarClan cat, Spottedleaf. You are one of the worst examples and role models to ever exist!"

And with that, Sandstorm leaped with unsheathed claws, and dug them into Spottedleaf's pelt. The medicine cat howled in pain, and buckled under the ginger she-cat. "No wonder Clawface killed you off so easily," she hissed. "You are as weak as a mouse!"

"Sandstorm, please, have mercy!" Spottedleaf begged. "This isn't a good example for StarClan cats either! Please, get off of me! You said so yourself that we should let go of the past, so why can't you?"

The warrior sheathed her claws as she pinned down the tortoiseshell. "For a bad role model like you, you have a point. But do you know what I also hate? You're supposed to be gone gone, as in no longer having an afterlife. However, somehow, you still manage to sneak time in with Firestar. Squirrelflight caught you and Firestar at Longtail's movie theater the other day, and I myself saw you hanging out with him. The sickest thing about this is that you're letting him cheat on me! You are the opposite of sweet and kind! You are a complete fox-heart!"

The tortoiseshell struggled to loosen the pin. "Sandstorm, think about what you are doing! You are being just as bad as Mapleshade!"

"Oh, you think I'm being like Mapleshade?" Sandstorm growled. "At least I'm not running off with a tom more than thirty moons younger than me who already has a mate and kits! You are lucky that this is supposed to be PG, Spottedleaf, or I would have killed you."

The ginger warrior finally got off of the guest for the episode of Win A Date With Foxleap. As Spottedleaf started to stand, Sandstorm swiped at the medicine cat's face and muzzle hard enough to knock her down again. "That was for all the heartache you caused me," she spat. Then she glanced at the camera with an innocent smile. "This was the digital exclusive Foxleap had promised! Enjoy the rest of your life or afterlife unless your name is Spottedleaf!"

Brook pressed the red button to stop recording. "Sandstorm... your mate is the head of the police force but cheats on you. Are you sure you won't get sued?"

Sandstorm shrugged, "I just revealed him as a dirty cheater. I doubt he would ever find the gut to sue me, and he knows how strong I am." Glancing at her victim, she mewed, "I hate you so much."

So, what do you think of this episode? I hope you enjoyed this, even with my hidden rant... Continue suggesting she-cats for them to torture, I mean, join the show. Sandstorm can't be on the show, since she's a part of the staff. Ferncloud, Hollykit, Larchkit, and Icecloud are also off-limits. Remember, the review, follow, and favorite buttons adore you!

~Lauren