Shopping with Firestar and Cloudkit at Wal-Mart!

Firestar entered the store with Cloudkit on his heels. He was too short to grab, so Firestar had bought one of those weird backpack leashes.

Cloudkit gazed into the security camera, and jumped up and down.

Firestar pulled on the leash, but it only made Cloudkit fall on his face.

Cloudkit just shook his head jumped up and down again, in front of the security camera. Then he picked his nose.

Firestar growled and pulled on the leash harder, making Cloudkit fall on his face again. He dragged Cloudkit across the floor, away from the security camera.

While Firestar was dragging him, Cloudkit took off his backpack leash and ran off. He put the "CAUTION - WET FLOOR" sign on the carpet and pranced off, cackling.

Cloudkit laughed like a maniac and ran around, almost to the point of burning his leash on a barbecue cooking demo.

"CLOUDKIT, YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Firestar shouted after him. He put the wet floor sign back on the slippery area - he slipped but came back up again - and grabbed Cloudkit.

"Ooooooh, it's the ThunderClan leader!" Tissuepaper oohed.

"Bad, bad, bad Cloudkit!" Firestar scolded his nephew. "Looks like I'll have to put you in the cart." He picked him up by the scruff and went off to the Wal-Mart entrance, plopping him in a shopping cart and clicking the seat belt together. "I'll tell Princess about this! And that means no more Transformers robots!"

"BUT I WANT TRANSFORMER ROBOTS!"

Firestar frowned but otherwise ignored him. "Liquid soap," he read. "Hmm, the pharmacy is right here." He drove to the pharmacy place and into the soap aisle.

"I'll get payback," Cloudkit muttered, and crossed his short white paws. Somehow.

Cloudkit's blue eyes grew bigger than the moon itself as he looked at the soap. "Shiny!" he squealed, eliciting a mean growl from Firestar.

When Firestar was looking away, Cloudkit undid his seat belt and leaped off the shopping cart. He gazed at the soaps, and took a clear bottle of clear soap. He giggled and undid the top, tearing off the plastic. He then spilled it around the soap aisle, spilling more around Firestar's paws.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Firestar snarled. "FIRST OF ALL THAT'S STEALING - "

Tawnypaw recoiled and ran upstairs. "Whoops, there's no upstairs!"

"How dare I?" Cloudkit mewled innocently.

Firestar strolled the cart with Cloudkit strapped onto the kit's seat with duct tape. Cloudkit was not a happy kit in that particular moment.

Then Cloudkit tried to take it off, but Firestar knew he won't be able to do it. Smiling, he looked up at the porch furniture.

"MY UNCLE DID THIS TO ME! CALL 911! 911! ABUSE, ABUSE!" Cloudkit quickly tried to take the tape off, only jerking it off, taking his cloudy fur with it.

Firestar just swished his tail in amusement and looked over the prices.

But alas, this is a crackfit, so somehow Cloudkit managed to (unpainfully) rip the duct tape off. "Hehehehehehehehehe!" The places the duct tape once was was now bald.

He jumped out and stole a catnip bar and relaxed on a beach chair that was on display, rolled over on his back. Unfortunately, this made the bright pink spots very evident.

Firestar hummed and turned around, his sight revealing a bald Cloudkit. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF STARCLAN - "

Once they were done shopping (and Firestar apologizing to the staff members), they returned to Princess with Cloudkit taped to the corner of the shopping cart with an apple in his mouth. Firestar was very satisfied indeed.