I know it's not really a chapter. This is just to give hints about where the rest of this story is going. Are you amused? Are you angry? Why am I asking this?
Bluestar gathered on top of a large red diamond in the middle of the forest. It was evident that the red diamond was done by Brightheart, who was nowhere to be seen. "Alright, everyone, settle down. There is a reason that I called this meeting. The several shows that have been done have resulted in physical disfigurements, such as all of us either being a demon or an angel, causalities…I mean, how many times can Spottedleaf die? Also, I have noticed that some of you have managed to actually get jobs just to do your show. My comment on that is: who decided to hire a cat? The twolegs hired a cat. Am I talking down to the cats? No, I am not, but I am curious as to why they would hire a cat." Bluestar quickly looked in the direction of Sandstorm, Graystipe, Cinderpelt and Spottedleaf. "Who hired you?"
"No one did," Graystripe explained. "We literally just walked inside of the building and started doing the news show."
"Also, in two weeks, I'm gonna need a few days off." Spottedleaf added. "I must make sure that he never speaks of what I did to him to anyone." She muttered to herself darkly.
The leader waved her tail slowly as she watched Spottedleaf. "Wonderful. You are now evil. That is fantastic. While we are on the subject of the news show, I have received a complaint from someone living in a place called…Text Us? Test us? I'm not entirely sure of that. Anyway, they said that they were not amused with us talking about some quote on quote, dubya D 40 and a dammed hammer. I don't know what the H that is but I don't think I like it."
"I want some dubya D 40." Longtail pouted.
"In other news," Bluestar continued. "Sandstorm is having kits! Oh, how wonderful! And I am not being sarcastic this time; this is legitimate good news. On a side note, Fireheart is still unconscious. He had been unconscious since 9:30 this morning." Bluestar began to lay down on the red diamond and wrapped her tail around her. "If this is a game, I am not amused."
"Can I not be amused, next?" Graystripe raised his hand and waved it around excitedly.
"Do you want me to be angry with you?" Bluestar asked darkly as she glared coldly at the gray tom.
Whimpering softly, Graystripe lowered his head and proceeded to stare at the ground. "No, ma'am."
"Okay, then. Lastly, I gave all of you a 24-hour time period to create some television programs. We have surpassed that time limit. It has now been 72 hours. How is that possible? Well, after the little incident with Brightheart, we were sent two days into the future. Also, the sun dial isn't working because…someone stole the little…mechanism that creates the shadows, so now I don't know what time it is. There is a thief in this clan and I intend to find it. Unless that person is taller than me; I have a fear of tall cats. You are free to go. I suppose the time limit was in a way unnecessary…but it added fun to it." As the cats dispersed, a small smile appeared on Bluestar's face. "But the fun doesn't have to end there. Perhaps I can get others involved with this. But I'll need some help from Brightheart." She laughed mischievously before hopping down on her search for the magical cat.