Thanks to all who reviewed, viewed, or followed! It's been forever since I updated, I know, sorry. If you read the previous chapter, you'll be expecting a shout-out or two would you not? Of course you would! As promised, here is the grand prize winner of last chapter's contest: PUMPKINFUR! YAYYYYY! *claps* And to the runner-ups: Featherpool16 and Meepypolo101! Congratulations and thank you for reviewing! Alright, let's finally get back to the story.
I watched the chaos of the gathering, whiskers twitching in amusement. My plan was working out perfectly. Wretched ThunderClan would finally get the humiliation it deserved, all because of me. I tossed back my head and cackled maliciously.
A rustling in the dark leaves of the Dark Forest got my attention. Brokenstar stalked up beside me, his fur standing on end.
"I heard a Twoleg! It cackled! Where is it, it came from around here somewhere!" he informed me. I cuffed his ear roughly, and he growled. "What?!"
"I cackled; it wasn't a Twoleg, you mouse-brain. Can't a cat cackle without being caught?" I scoffed. Brokenstar gave me a look. "Dare you to say that ten times fast."
I gave him a look back, only my look was the kind that would kill. Brokenstar disintegrated with a soft whoosh, and one of those red, Twoleg-made Staples buttons appeared.
"That was easy." I announced with a purr. Meanwhile, chaos increased down in the waking world…
DoodleNoodle puffed out her chest indignantly, and yowled above the murmuring of the other clans. "IT WAS MAPLESHADE! She made me! I wouldn't have done, had she not made me promise to do whatever she, or my Clanmates, for that matter, said!" Firestar glared at her with fury. "Liar! You are so power-hungry, so driven by ambition, that you would do anything to become leader! The only cat I ever met who I can compare to you is Tigerstar!" he screeched madly. The Clans went silent for a moment in shock. Then they exploded into nervous chatter.
"Psycho!" spat a sleek RiverClan she-cat.
"ThunderClan always was crazy!" declared a ShadowClan tom.
"What kind of name is DoodleNoodle, anyway?" asked a scared-looking WindClan apprentice.
And so clouds covered the moon and the Clans separated to their own territories…
DoodleNoodle stormed into camp, Firestar close behind.
"What was that all about?" Firestar spat at DoodleNoodle. She hissed back. "It's true!"
Firestar shook his head. "Maple syrup is for pancakes! IT DOESN'T MAKE APPRENTICES TURN AGAINST THEIR LEADERS!" he yowled. DoodleNoodle shook her head. "Not maple syrup! Mapleshade! What's syrup? And what are pancakes?" She yowled back in exasperation. Firestar looked dumbfounded.
"You-you've never had pancakes before?" he queried in a shocked mew. 'Noodle shook her head. He sat down, his fur now lying flat.
"Wow. No wonder you seemed off your rocker! Come, come, this cannot go on any longer!" he meowed excitedly, and hurried off to his den. The Clan exchanged worried looks. Jayfeather whispered something to Sandstorm, and Sandstorm shook her head in doubt. Brambleclaw was the first to shake his pelt and head off to his den. DoodleNoodle followed Firestar warily, feeling the stares of her Clanmates burning into her pelt.
In the Dark Forest I watched. Of course something had to ruin my plan. But I never expected it to be pancakes, of all things…Down in Firestar's den, Firestar was setting up for a pancake dinner.
"DoodleNoodle, I can't believe you haven't tasted the goodness of pancakes! Sent from StarClan, they were!" Firestar chatted; meanwhile DoodleNoodle was looking extremely uncomfortable at the entrance to the leader's den. He motioned with his tail for DoodleNoodle to sit as he dug up a red checkered tablecloth, a fold-up table, two fold-up chairs, and a tall vanilla scented candle from the corner of his den. He set up the table with extreme skill for a cat, as though he had been doing this for a long time. He rushed outside for a moment, leaving DoodleNoodle staring at one of the chairs that Firestar had invited her to sit in.
"And I'm off my rocker…" she muttered. Just then, Firestar burst back in with two sticks in his jaws. He stood on his hind paws and set them on the table, then leapt onto a chair and picked up the sticks in his paws. He rubbed them together furiously, unlike anything DoodleNoodle had ever seen. Suddenly a small flame burst from the sticks and Firestar lowered it onto the candle. DoodleNoodle jumped back, fur on end. Firestar looked pleased with himself as he blew out the flame, and set one stick of each side of the table.
"Come, sit on that chair! We shall feast tonight!" he announced, leaning back into his chair. He had set two plates filled with pancakes in front of them, and he picked up his stick and began to fork pieces of his pancakes to his mouth. DoodleNoodle jumped onto a chair, but didn't eat.
"Where did you get all this stuff? And how did you know how it all worked? The fire, the foldy-thingys…" she trailed off into shocked silence. Firestar looked up, pancake dribbling down his chin. "Oh, this? Just a few going-away gifts from my housefolk. As for how I knew what to do…I learned a few tricks from watching my twolegs. Oh my! I forgot the syrup! How silly of me…" he meowed casually, as if any cat could learn all this from watching twolegs. He bounded to his stash and took out a dusty-looking container full of brown liquid. Back on his chair, he poured it over his stack of pancakes and pushed it towards DoodleNoodle.
"Try it, young-un'! It's good; trust me! Made them myself!" he assured 'Noodle. 'Doodle didn't understand how he would 'make' it, but she tried it anyway. She leaned down and tore off a piece as she would mouse flesh. Firestar looked disgusted. 'Noodle cocked her head in wonder. "Fwat?" she asked, her mouth full of pancake. Firestar leapt over beside her and tucked a napkin from the table around her neck, then pointed with his tail at the stick.
"It's bad manners to eat without a napkin, and to eat without a fork, and, while we're on the subject, to talk with your mouth full! Don't you have any respect for your leader?" he scolded, and went back to his seat to continue eating.
Meanwhile, I was rolling over in a fit of laughter, watching this ridiculous 'leader' of ridiculous ThunderClan. I pulled out my cell and snapped a picture of the hilarious scene. I scrolled through my Contacts and tapped on Tigerstar's name, and added a message to the picture:
"ROFL!"
I pushed Send and waited for a response. Not two moments later, there was a 'ding!' and I got a message from Tigerstar. It read:
"LOL! TTYL, training apprentices to kill! XD"
I purred and put my phone away. Marvelous Twoleg inventions, phones are.
Did that make up for not updating in so long? Hopefully. ;) Just a reminder to those who liked this chapter or the rest of the story or another story of mine, I'm currently in a contest with some friends on this poll on our group profile called Artemis's Hunters, and I would love it if you could vote for me for best author out of the four of us! If you're thinking, "what's in it for me?" then I would be happy to give you a big shout-out on my next chapter, just make sure you tell me if you've voted! Last thing, CC is welcomed and also tell me if you want another contest next chapter! Thanks!