Hi there!!!!!!

Here's chapter nine!!!!!!

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DISCLAIMER: Je veux je posseder les Warriors, mais je ne peux pas! Bof!

CHAPTER NOIN!

Pinkpool sniffled as she padded back to the camp (through the museum, corn fields, lake, Olympic size pool, and TO SCALE Antarctica model – with real penguins!!!) with the rest of the Clan, next to Daisypaw, Herbpaw, and Rabbitpaw. None of them looked happy.

"Why can't we be warriors?" Daisypaw was whining. "Cloudtail become one ages ago. Maybe we should go into the forest and get ripped apart by DOGS!! Okay, Herbpaw – your face'll get ruined forever –" Herbpaw squeaked with protest – "and Rabbitpaw, you can die –" Rabbitpaw's green eyes opened wide " – and I'll escape wonderfully without a scratch!" Daisypaw smiled, self-satisfied, at the others, who both had wide, scared eyes as they pictured their fates in front of them. Rabbitpaw gave out a faint whimper.

Oh, no! Pinkpool thought with alarm. They've been reading A Dangerous Path too??? Then Pinkpool processed more thoroughly what Daisypaw had said.

"WHAT!?" she shrieked. "You can't do THAT! And where are you gonna get dogs, anyway?" Pinkpool stared at them challengingly.

"Eh," Daisypaw replied, shrugging, as Rabbitpaw and Herbpaw silently begged her to save them. "You know that 'Pet of the Week' column in the newspaper? We could use that…"

"Well, yeah… Wait, NO! Look, if I ask Snowstar –" (Pinkpool fanned herself as she thought of Snowstar and little hearts fluttered above her head – like in the SIMS 2 NIGHTLIFE!!! GAW!!!!) "—to make you guys into warriors, will you not rip yourself apart by dogs?"

Herbpaw and Rabbitpaw sighed with relief, but Daisypaw whined, "Awwww – I wanted to escape wonderfully without a scratch… But fine! Just make it snappy!"

"Great!" sighed Pinkpool as she trotted off to find Snowstar. She saw a little white poof at the front of the crows, and rushed toward it. "Honey, I –"

Pinkpool stopped as she saw that she was talking to Muffin, the spazzy white dog from BLUEAISHA's dog army. Then she "fluffed her fur out so that she looked twice her size, and drew her lips back in a snarl."

"What are you doing here?" she hissed at him.

"I-" Muffin started, gazing around wildly, all ADD like. "I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I- OMG! Lookit THAT!!!!!!" Muffin was pointing a shaking finger at a clock on the wall, that was a little Twoleg whose eyes and legs move back and forth as it ticks.

"Yeah, I always liked that clock…" Pinkpool watched it move for a second. "Hey! Focus!" she barked at Muffin, who was already running for the pogo sticks (what an incredibly small attention span…). "I'm YELLING AT YOU AND 'DRAWING MY LIPS BACK IN A SNARL'!"

But Muffin had already lost interest of the pogo sticks, and was heading towards the gymnastics balance beam. He jumped on and laughed kookily as he bounced around on the thing.

Pinkpool felt her temper begin to rise again as she watched the moron bounce back and forth. "EXCUSE ME FOR ASKING, BUT WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!?!" At Pinkpool's last shriek, a piece of ceiling fell and landed on the bouncing Muffin. The laughing stopped. Then, Muffin pushed off the bit of ceiling, and crawled dizzily back to Pinkpool.

"Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyye (I)," he began, "Hafta… deliver… Petalpaw… OMG – lookit THAT! Dizziness forgotten, he bolted off to the trampoline to bounce up and down.

"Excuse me," Pinkpool murmured, her eyes following him, "But who?"

"Petal--" bounce "—paw—" bounce "—she—" bounce "—hasta stay—" bounce "—here—" bounce "--While we--" bounce "—go to—" bounce "—battle—" bounce.

"Why?" Pinkpool asked as Muffin landed in front of her. "And who are you battling?"

Heyyyyyyyyyyy its Franklin – boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing

Oh sorry – that was just in my head – I'll continue now!!

"Because last battle, she sat in the middle of the battle, blasting 'My hips don't Lie' on her phone as she texted her friends from CAMP!"

Pinkpool raised her eyebrows (wondering what camp would allow a cat to come…). "And who are you battling?"

"The ladies who do BLUEAISHA's dry—cleaning," Muffin replied simply, his eyes following in the Twoleg clock again. "They mixed the whites and the colors, and boy, was BLUEAISHA mad! And now, ehem – 'THEY WILL PAY' Ahaw!"

"And where does she where clothes to?"

"The Disco, of course, every night at nine o' clock. Wait, I wasn't supposed to tell you that…"

Pinkpool blinked. "Okay," she meowed, "So where is this Petalpaw?"

Muffin smiled at her for six seconds before, "Oh yeah! Hey, PETALPAW!!!!"
"OMG, WHAT!?" a sleezy she-cat voice said. Then, a small Tortoise-shell she-cat padded out, chomping on a piece of strawberry gum, and doing who-knows-what on a pink RAZR with purple rhinestones.

"Ch yeaaaaaah?" Petalpaw sleezed, only raising her eyes to take a glance at a shocked Pinkpool, before lowering her eyes to her phone again. "OMG!" she laughed as she saw what the phone said. "That is like, sooooo funny, Reallyexpensivehandbagpaw! Hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Pinkpool glanced over Petalpaw's shoulder to see what Reallyexpensivehandbagpaw had texted, but gulped when Petalpaw shielded the screen with her tail and glared at her going, "Eh ma gawd, ew." Pinkpool sniffled as she began to hear sad violin music start again. Then, she looked behind her, perplexed, and saw some violinist standing their.

"Hey!" she snapped at him, and he automatically stopped. "What're you doing? And why have you been following me around?"

The violinist put down his violin and said, "For I could sense a great amount of sadness coming off of you in waves, you could talk to someone you kn—"

But he was interrupted as Pinkpool started pushing him out the door. "HEY!" he squealed from the other side of the door. "NO TIP? WHAT'S A GUY SUPPOSED TO DO FOR MONEY, HUH?"

Pinkpool marched back to Petalpaw, feeling stronger, and started to growl, "Now you listen here, Petalpaw – you are in enemy territory, so you better –"

Petalpaw stuffed a chanel suitcase into Pinkpool's face and drawled, "Take this to my room, would you? And don't bump it around – that thing cost a lot, you know!"
Pinkpool blinked confusedly as she carried the suitcase to the apprentices' den, Petalpaw behind her (who knows where Muffin is…), and winced as Petalpaw began to cackle again at her phone. Then, she saw that Pinkpool had stopped, and then looked up at the pitiful, moldy old box that was the apprentices' den. "Um," she mewed, still gnawing on the gum, "what is this? The garbage can? And what is that?" Petalpaw pointed disgustedly at a blob of green mush with fur, bones, legos, and who-knows-what sticking out of it.

"Well," Pinkpool answered, knitting her eyebrows at it, "No one really knows – hey! This is the apprentices' den! Show some respect!"

"Like, ew, no!" Petalpaw shot her a death glare and finally shut her phone, tucking it into her purse. "Is there like, anything more like, better, like?"

"Weel," Pinkpool said, worriedly glancing at the warriors' den. "Yoo cood stay a' the worriors' deyn, now cantcha, lassie?"

"Ya," Petalpaw sleezed, "I like, gotta take a shower. And like, what's with the Scottish accent? It's like, freaky." Petalpaw raised an eyebrow at her, grabbed her suitcase, took her gum out, threw it into the blob, and strutted towards the warriors' den.

"Weyll ah don't know…" Pinkpool gasped – where HAD that accent come from! AACK!!!!!!!!

END OF CHAPTER NOIN

(I've decided to make the chaps a wee bit shorter so that I can get em out a bit faster!!!!!!!!!!! BYE!!!!)