~Le Time Rewind brought to you by Evil Kermit Substitute, because we all forgot his Name~

When Norway was done f.a.c.e. palming, he opened his eyes. What he saw made him f.a.c.e. palm some more, and Romania groaned.

Norway simply couldn't express his anger and exasperation, not even by f.a.c.e. palming. And when f.a.c.e. palming simply can't express one's anger and exasperation, one must have a very, very valid reason for anger and exasperation. Perhaps even more than valid. Yes, more than valid. I, as the author, believe explanations are in order.

England and Romania had been causing trouble as usual ("We were trying to prevent our spoons from ever being bent again, honestly, we were, bloody hell!") and turned Greece into a cat ("ACCIDENTALLY, bloody hell!"), and the UK decided to show up in my story and start cussing ("There's nothing wrong with that, bloody hell!"). Don't you think there's something horribly wrong with that? Now I'm going to have to change the rating ("Why the bloody hell does everyone think they can just blame everything on me?!") I do feel sorry for him – everyone blames everything on him – but this time it really is his fault ("Bloody hell, I'm leaving."). Wait… Is that-? Ah, yes, he's taking his leave now, thank the English gods. Now I can get back to my story!

When Norway opened his eyes, he was about to scream, "THAT JERK!" but as he gathered the breath to do so, a certain metal fort beat him to it.

The Nordic nation made a mental note to thank whoever had stolen the words out of his mouth later.

"MY FANGS! NOOO MY FANGS! MY BABIES, NOT THE FANGS WHYYY?!"

Norway f.a.c.e. palmed at his fellow magic nation's stupidity.

Also, let's all take a moment to mourn the loss of Dovekit's sanity.

At ThunderClan Camp…

Jayfeather couldn't see, so he wasn't as concerned as the other cats. But from the noise and the things others were saying, Jayfeather was pretty concerned.

The blind tom almost cringed as Dovekit let out another outburst. "OH YES, WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE, THE FANGS, OH YES, THEY'RE YOUR BABIES, THE FANGS, THE FANGS, THE FANGS OH NO!"

"It must be the lack of water," came a familiar voice. Firestar. Leafpool had told Jayfeather that Firestar was the only cat who truly wasn't angered; Graystripe was trying to follow his friend and leader's reasoning. Lioblaze, however, was drop dead irritated.

"WE ALL ARE SUFFERING FROM A LACK OF WATER," the golden tom seethed. "ARE ANY OF US SCREAMING ABOUT BABY FANGS?!"

Whitewing, who was trying to calm her kit, said "She's only a few moons old. You can't blame her.

Lionblaze, of course, retaliated. "IVYKIT'S THE SAME AGE, AND SHE'S ACTING NORMALLY!" Said kit proudly puffed out her chest.

Brambleclaw had had enough. "EVERYONE STOP ARGUING!"

~Le Time Skip brought to you by Mr. Kumajiro, if ever Santa Claus Disappears~

"What are you doing in our territory?" Graystripe asked the black cat. He was right about the immature thing, but come on, he was still a terrorist- I mean intruder!

"Territory? What do you mean aru?" His eyes widened and he looked quite surprised.

"Did you not notice the border marks?" Graystripe unsheathed his claws, but quickly sheathed them again when the giant scary tom came over.

"Become one with Mother Russia, da?" …Oh StarClan, he was scary. But, hey, at least they had 3/5 of the names! Well, maybe that cat with the mane was Bloody Git. What a strange name. Oh, wait, hadn't Black Sheep Of Europe called him America? Do cats even know fractions? What is life, anyway?

I don't have anything really to say right now so, hope you enjoyed the UK showing up in my story and cussing xD bye~