Hey, got a ton of ice-cream orders to fill!

Half Moon:Thanks! :D Another chapter coming up!

Snowcrystal of ThunderClan: I don't hate Dovewing, but since a lot of people seem to, I just thought I'd make fun of her. One scoop catmint and a scoop lavender coming up! Could I call you Snowcrystal for short?

Tanglehawkthebird: Sure! Here's three scoops catmint.

Shadowedskies of LightningClan: Thanks! Unfortunately, this won't be going for very long, as this is a side-project from another story I'm writing. Can I just call you Shadowedskies?

Guest: Windows seriously has problems, yeah. Sure, you can have ice-cream. Here's two scoops of catmint and rabbit! And I'll use all your suggestions, except blood.

Maddythelemon: Here's your mouse ice-cream!

Order: Ooh, good idea! I'll also include a toppings list. Here's lavender ice-cream with poppy seeds!

KittyNoaStar: A scoop of Smurf, a scoop of Oreo, and a scoop of Wildberry to go!

ShadowWolf157: Waffle cone! And a scoop catmint, lavender, and mouse with sprinkles. Sounds like an interesting combination. :) And Sparkleawesome will appear soon. Not in this chapter, but soon.


CHAPTER 7: SANDSTORM AND SPOTTEDLEAF

Sandstorm was playing a scale on her viola when she heard the doorbell ring. Sighing, she went to see who it was. She opened the door, only to find her aunt Spottedleaf in the entrance.

"Why are you here?" asked Sandstorm, not very nicely (she and her aunt weren't exactly on speaking terms).

"Is that any way to treat your dear Aunt Spotty?" Spottedleaf sauntered inside. "Isn't a girl allowed to visit her niece every so often?"

'Dear' and 'aunt' were not really words Sandstorm would like to use in the same sentence. She sighed, knowing her aunt was just here to criticize her furniture and how "dull and drab" her lifestyle was.

"Sure, if you don't just barge in like that," Sandstorm pointed out.

Spottedleaf laughed. "Nice violin, by the way," she said, pointing to the instrument lying on a chair.

"It's a viola," Sandstorm corrected with a sigh.

"What's the difference?" asked Spottedleaf. "Isn't a viola just a big violin?"

Sandstorm growled. "That was not nice," she warned. "And FYI, a viola is not a big violin. It's much larger, it's got a deeper sound, and it's a fifth lower"…

"Sounds like a big violin to me," muttered Spottedleaf.

Sandstorm growled again, and proceeded to explain all the differences between a violin and a viola that no one really cares about. By the time the forty-five minute lecture was over, Spottedleaf was snoring on the sofa.

"And, that's the full story of the evolution of a violin and viola… HEY!" Sandstorm cried, waking Spottedleaf up from her slumber. "You didn't listen to a word I just said!" She whacked Spottedleaf on the shoulder.

"Ow!" cried Spottedleaf. She rubbed her sore shoulder and glared at Sandstorm. "What was that for?"

"That's for lying on my sofa with your shoes on, you dolt!" Sandstorm yelled back. "You left a nice mark on it. And it's white, so it's very hard to remove the stain!"

"At least I have good taste in furniture," said Spottedleaf, rather nastily. "Got any ClanTV shows on your Netflix?" She turned the TV on.

"No!" Sandstorm gagged. "Who watches those soap operas anyways?"

"Hey, I live for Win a Date with Nightcloud!" Spottedleaf flashed back. "Where's Firestar, by the way?"

"He's out bowling with Graystripe and Ravenpaw," Sandstorm answered. "If we've really got nothing else to do, how about you just leave and let me practice my viola?" She put emphasis on the word 'viola'.

"No thanks," Spottedleaf answered. "I've got better things to do than let you waste your time playing that cheap violin."

"It's a viola," said Sandstorm, exasperated.

She got out her iPhone5, searching the web. She hoped to find something to do, so she could drown Spottedleaf's annoying voice out. Unfortunately, that didn't work very well.

"That is so outdated," Spottedleaf commented. "I feel sorry for you, Sandstorm. You'll never understand the joys of living with an iPhone6s."

"Yeah, thanks," muttered Sandstorm. She opened Google, not really knowing what to do. She began browsing the Internet, hoping to find a game she could play.

But of course, what she actually found was much more interesting.

"Interesting website," Sandstorm muttered.

"What website?" asked Spottedleaf (oh, whatever could it be? *sarcasm*). "FanFiction?"

"I've heard about this," Sandstorm muttered. "Isn't this the website which Firestar broke his computer over?" She sighed. They still hadn't bought a new computer, and of course, they would have to buy the new computer out of her money, seeing as Firestar wastes all his money on bowling.

"What's this?" She clicked on a story at random and stared at the first chapter. The authors' note at the end said:

10 REVIEWS OR I WON'T UPDATE! REVIEW, PEOPLE!

"How will that convince me to review your story?" Sandstorm shook her head in disbelief.

"I have to say, this story is pretty miserable," remarked Spottedleaf. "It's even worse than your violin playing, and that's saying a lot."

Sandstorm growled at the insult. "If you say 'violin' instead of 'viola' one more time, I'm going to"…

"Do what?" Spottedleaf smirked, and Sandstorm had an overwhelming desire to throttle her. She pressed the 'Back' button, which temporarily took Sandstorm's mind off of violins/violas.

"And what are all these weird pairings of me and Firestar?" Sandstorm exclaimed. "Look at this!

"Sandstorm x Scrouge? Seriously?

"Sandstorm x Tigerstar? What the…

"Sandstorm x Dustpelt? We were friends but"…

She then started on the Firestar pairings.

"Firestar x Cinderpelt? I don't think…

"Firestar x… Spottedleaf?" She glared at her aunt. "Have you been seeing Firestar?"

"No, I haven't!" Spottedleaf lied. "I'm, uh, just as surprised as you are."

Just then, Spottedleaf's phone rang. She eagerly picked it up after seeing Firestar's phone number. But unfortunately, Spottedleaf wasn't smart enough to turn the phone off of speaker, so Sandstorm heard the entire conversation.

"Hello, Firestar," Spottedleaf said.

"Hi," said Firestar. "Listen, I'll pick you up at 8 pm today, okay?"

"Will do," Spottedleaf sang, hanging up. It was only then she caught a glimpse of Sandstorm's face.

"You've been going out with Firestar?" Sandstorm exploded, glaring at her aunt with pure hate.

"Oh yeah," said Spottedleaf indifferently. "We meet for coffee every now and then. Hey, we're doing you a favor. I gave Firestar money last Christmas, which seems to have gone towards paying for your violin"…

"FOR THE LAST TIME, IT'S A FREAKING VIOLA!" Sandstorm roared, chasing her aunt around the house and whacking her on the head with her viola bow.


Ugh… I hate Spottedleaf. She's so annoying.

It's a standing joke among us string musicians that people often confuse violas with violins. They're completely different instruments, even though they look and sound similar.

Anyways, I got tons of suggestions for the ice-cream database:

Ice-Cream Flavors: shrew, thrush, honey, heather, fox, vole, kittypet food, fox-dung (yes this is a flavor), mouse-bile, rabbit, moss, lavender, cobweb.

Toppings: poppy seeds, mint, honey, mouse-tails, rabbit-whiskers.

Suggestions are always welcome!