Hello! I usually don't post comments, but this one intrigued me. Mipp45678 commented: Wow this is so funny. Can you do a special behind the scenes episode sometime soon.

I never thought of that! Since this will be the last regular episode, then the Battle of the Champions and the Battle of the Stars, I'll do it after that! It's a genius idea!

Also, I know it's a tad early, but I want to change things up for season 2. I'm open to all ideas.

On with the show!

Snowfur smiled at the audience. Mothwing strutted onstage, Sunset riding on her back.

"I don't know why you told her we were her mentors," Mothwing muttered. "Now we'll never get rid of her."

"Deal with it," Snowfur shot back. She pulled a card from her fur. "PepperWho gave us a gift!" The audience cheered. "They said; 'This story is great! I'm gonna like it after this review! You should have a cat who's talent is drawing, because so many people are doing singing. And I have some gifts for the judges. For Breezepelt: A small dart gun that comes with 10 bullets, and if hit by the bullet, you freeze. :)'"

The gun dropped in front of Breezepelt. He aimed it at Mothwing, but Mosskit bumped her head on the barrel and the bullet hit Sunset instead. The kit fell off of of Mothwing with a thud, and Sasha cried out.

"My kit!" she screamed, running down from the rafters and carrying Sunset offstage. Mothwing waved goodbye.

"'For Mosskit: A 99.9999% off anything coupon and a pet butterfly.'"

"Yaaaaay!" Mosskit cheered as a pink butterfly fluttered down from the ceiling carrying a coupon. The butterfly settled on her nose and stretched its wings over it's eyes. It's spots looked like her eyes. "I can't see!" she squeaked.

"'For Yellowfang: A toy grumpy cat and Hopekit and Wishkit come to visit. (Hopekit and Wishkit are her 2 daughters who died).'"

Yellowfang purred as her kits walked up to her and sat on her lap. "Can I judge for you, Mommy?" Hopekit asked. Yellowfang nodded happily.

"'For Snowfur: A pile of Baked beans :D. For Hawkfrost: a wishing coin (a glowing coin that grants any wish),'" Snowfur finished, staring at the pile of beans materializing before her. Hawkfrost ran behind her, cackling madly, with the glowing coin in his paws.

Snowfur sighed, then ate a bean. "Shall we get going?"

Mosskit tried to lick the butterfly on her nose. Yellowfang groomed Wishkit.

"I'll take that as a yes," Snowfur meowed. "First up is the WindClan Marching Band."

Tallstar marched onstage, twirling a baton between his bean-like paw pads. A row of skinny cats marched behind him, carrying massive instruments. Ashfoot blew into a flute, Deadfoot tripped while struggling with a tuba, Heathertail bit on a clarinet. Mosskit bobbed her head.

"I can't see," she hollared, "but it's pretty!" Mosskit pressed 'like'.

Hopekit smiled at the WindClan cats. She then pushed on 'like' with all her force.

Breezepelt growled. "Why aren't I a part of this?" he grumbled.

"Because you're a judge, doofus," Yellowfang pointed out.

Breezepelt just shook his head, but pressed 'like'.

"Snowfur looked up from her beans, her cheeks stuffed, then flusteredly swallowed. "Next is Purdy, telling a story!"

Everyone groaned as the old tom stumbled onstage. He sat in the middle of the stage.

"In my day," he began, "the Twolegplace was roaming with dogs. Cats died every day because of those dogs. Everyone hid in fear, but not me. They..."

The old cat rambled on and on. The majority of the audience fell asleep or kept checking their watches except Hopekit, Wishkit, and Mosskit, who stared, enraptured.

"... and that's how I became leader of the kittypets," Purdy finished, getting up with a creak and waddling offstage.

"BOOOOORING!" Breezepelt booed, pressing 'X' about twenty times.

"I thought it was fun!" Hopekit yowled, pressing 'like'. She needed Wishkit's help to press it all the way.

"I still can't see," Mosskit meowed, pressing 'like' as well.

"Okay dokay," Snowfur called. Her baked beans were almost gone. "Last up is-"

She was suddenly hit in the head with the blunt end of an arrow.

"Not sorry!" Hawkfrost yelled from offstage.

Snowfur pulled a note off of the tip of the arrow. "Snowfur," she read aloud, "Brokenstar backed out because he's a wimpy wimp face who has stage fright. Also I want nachos. ~Hawkfrost"

Mothwing lokked around. "Then who will be our third contestant?" she asked.

Suddenly, a dart whizzed by her head and struck the whiteboard. "Fox dung," Breezepelt muttered.

Mothwing's eyes narrowed. "Oh, you wanna go?" she challenged, pulling her marker box out.

"Oh no," Snowfur meowed.

"Well, then, let's go," Breezepelt growled, getting out of his seat.

"Oh no," Snowfur squeaked.

Mothwing stared at Breezepelt. Her paw lingered over the latch to the marker box. "It's on."

"OH NO!" Snowfur yelled, diving offstage.

Breezepelt shot another dart. Mothwing dived out of the way just seconds before it struck her. The black tom sighed, and shot again. Mothwing just barely dived out of the way everytime, backflipping around the stage. After six more narrow escapes, she stopped.

"You have only one more dart, Breezepelt," she called, holding the marker box out in front of her.

Breezepelt sneered. "It's all I need." At that, he fired the gun.

At the exact same moment, Mothwing opened the box. Everyone ducked behind their Marker Shields as whiteboard markers crashed down on Breezepelt.

"NOOOOOOO," he screamed as he was buried under Mothwing's markers.

As the marker storm cleared, Mothwing was seen standing frozen, open box still in her paws, the last dart lodged in her neck.

Hopekit reached to press 'like', and Mosskit cheered. "Epic marker battle!" she yelled. "We should do that every day!"

Snowfur walked back onstage, Hawkfrost following. "Hawkfrost," Snowfur said, remembering something. "You have that magic coin. You can wish your sisters unfrozen."

Hawkfrost seemed to contemplate this, then threw the coin into the air. "I wish for nachos!" he called, and the glowing coin disintegrated and reformed into a platter of nachos.

Snowfur sighed. "I can't count on any of you people," she grumbled, pulling out her MeowPhone and dialling 911. "Hi, um, a judge on my game show kind of froze my cohostess..." She wandered offstage.

Yellowfang gently lifted Hopekit and Wishkit off of her lap and padded onstage. "Since eyerything is mayhem, and I've figured out the routine by now," she announced, "we will be seeing WindClan next episode on the final Battle of the Champions. Uh... bye." She then turned and left, but not before slipping on the millions of markers everywhere. The curtain dropped, and the theme music played it's exeunt.