Okay, people, I hope this one's less boring and more funny. :D

"Yes! We made it!" Lionpaw gasped, scrabbling to get a foothold on the rocks. "We're finally here! I can't believe we've made it, guys, I thought we were going to die on the way up."

Hollypaw glanced up at the stars. "Yeah. We're finally over this ledge. Don't celebrate, we've got, like, six more to go."

Lionpaw groaned. "But I don't wanna do it. I don't wanna!"

"Stop whining, kit," Jaypaw muttered.

"I'm not a kit!" Lionpaw whined, but he followed the others anyway.

Finally, after one whole minute, they finally made it over the second ledge! Five more to go! Lionpaw looked up. Wait- Hollypaw was wrong. There was actually… SEVEN LEDGES?! What kind of mixed up world is this? They had six more ledges to climb instead of five! So, it took twelve minutes to climb the next six ledges, an extra five minutes to help Jaypaw along, two minutes to check that no other rogues were around, and one whole hour to calm Lionpaw down after discovering that there was one more ledge than he thought there were. But who wouldn't totally freak out at that? It was like the apocalypse that Mousefur thought was happening every day and worse!

Lionpaw gasped and panted as he tiredly hauled himself up the seventh and last ledge. Whew. What a work-out. But it was finally over. The others were panting beside him, too. But wait… no, it can't be… StarClan, you're dragging this on too long… an EIGHTH LEDGE?! SHIT! I don't care if this is rated K+! I demand change! And so, the author changed the rating to T to let Lionpaw curse his heart out when he felt mad. What he thought was the final ledge was the second to last. Pity…

By the time that Lionpaw made it up the eighth ledge- man, what a big number- his breath was coming in ragged gasps and he was starting to feel dizzy. He collapsed on the ground that he stood. Even this was too much for him.

He checked to see the condition of the others; Brambleclaw was panting heavily and looked tired, as did Squirrelflight, Tawnypelt, Breezepaw and Crowfeather had fainted, which was to be expected, Hollypaw and Jaypaw had collapsed on either side of him, and Talon, Night, Stormfur and Brook were… flying?! Wait, no, hallucinations, sorry. They were standing calmly, watching the cats rest and hardly panting.

Then he finally noticed the waterfall. Yes, loud as it was, Lionpaw's mind refused to notice that it was there until now. There were few things to say about it. It seemed to have a limitless supply of water, and it was sprinkling him lightly with misty water- in other words, getting him wet. Both weren't very good things unless you were sweaty and dying of thirst… Oh, and there were colorful lights coming from behind the sheet of water, but that probably didn't matter.

A pale grey tabby tom covered in mud padded up to them with mild confusion. "Hello Talon, Night. I thought you two were dead or something. And Brook? Stormfur? I thought you were dead, too. Guess I was wrong."

"Hello, Gay," greeted Night.

"Wait, Gay?" Lionpaw spluttered in-between pants. "As in-?"

"No," Gay sighed. "My full title is Gay Sky Before Yawn. It means 'happy'. Wasn't my fault my parents were idiots, okay?"

"Sure," Lionpaw choked out, trying not to sound like he was laughing like mad. He failed.

Gay rolled his eyes and turned back to Night and Talon. "I'm assuming that you want to come in, right?"

"Heck yeah!" Night exclaimed. "Do you know how good it feels to finally be back home?"

Gay shrugged. "Sure, I guess. Don't worry, we didn't eat your feather, Night. Stoneteller said it was magical and went on to explain how it was in a way that made no sense. But at least it's still there."

Night nodded with narrowed eyes. "Good," she drawled, "'cause I'd kill if somebody ate it."

At the back of his sight, Lionpaw saw Crowfeather's attention flicker towards the river bank. Crowfeather's eyes widened. "Ooh, pebbles!" He leaped over to the bank and started fiddling with random stones he came upon.

Tawnypelt noticed Lionpaw staring at him. "He's always been fond of pebbles," she explained. "It takes nearly all of WindClan's warriors to restrain him from running to the shore during Gatherings… It's really funny, though!"

Lionpaw blinked and nodded. "Okay…" He could make a connection from Crowfeather to Jaypaw; they both loved inanimate objects. Jaypaw and his stick… they were destined to be together. Forbidden love with a stick! So cute… And Crowfeather looked like he was in StarClan.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" Jaypaw yowled. "What do you mean, 'forbidden love with a stick'?!" Cats started staring.

Lionpaw blinked. "S-sorry, I mean, I don't really think you're-"

"NO YOU IDIOT!" Jaypaw snarled. "IT ISN'T FORBIDDEN! LOVING A STICK IS TOTALLY FINE!"

"Really?"

Hollypaw checked the "medicine cat" section of the warrior code book. "Yup," she confirmed, "it says very clearly here-"

"I thought only medicine cats could read!" Lionpaw gasped. "You learned to read! You broke the code, hypocrite!"

Hollypaw flipped to a different page. "No, it says that you can learn to read as long as you don't use it to threaten, kill, murder, assassin, or commit suicide in any way. So it's totally fine! Anyways," she flipped back to the "medicine cat" section, "it clearly states here, 'Medicine cats are not allowed to fall in love or mate with other cats from ThunderClan, WindClan, ShadowClan, RiverClan, StarClan, SkyClan, the Tribe of Rushing Water, The Tribe of Endless Hunting, outside, twoleg nests, or basically anywhere on the face of the Earth. However, they are allowed to fall in love with inanimate objects for a reason you do not want to know because it would probably scar you for life.'" She slammed the book closed with finality, and it poofed away. "See?"

Lionpaw nodded dumbly.

"Wait, you're in love with a stick?" Breezepaw laughed.

Jaypaw gasped. "You were all watching?! No! POOF! You don't remember anything! I mean- bah!" He fiddled with a pure golden stopwatch and clutched the chain in his jaws, swinging it back and forth.

All the cats slowly became mesmerized by it, except Lionpaw, Hollypaw, and Crowfeather. Lionpaw and Hollypaw had seen this feat before, and Crowfeather was too busy with his beautiful pebbles.

"You are getting sleepy," Jaypaw murmured. "Very sleepy… like, 'I was on a sugar-high all last night and today, and I didn't get any sleep so now I'm very tired' kind of sleepy."

The cats' eyelids started to droop.

"When I say… um, baloney, you will fall into a deep sleep. When I say spatula, you will wake up and not remember anything that happened that past four point zero-zero-two-eight-five minutes." He paused, then added, "You will also confess all of your deepest and darkest secrets… Baloney!"

The cats dropped to the ground. Some started snoring, and some started drooling. Others murmured, "candy…" in their sleep.

"Hmm…" Hollypaw inspected every cat, ruffling their fur to see if they had and pockets disguised as their pelts to hold anything. "Good, nothing illegal. I have the Tribe edition of the warrior code, and it says that you are not allowed to bring phones here because it might explode, and the radiation attracts a bunch of weirdos."

"Oh, really?" Lionpaw pulled out his iPhone and stared at it's black screen. "It hasn't blown up yet…"

Hollypaw gasped. "No! You'll jinx it! Put it back! Throw it off the mountain!"

"Fine, but-" BOOM! His phone exploded. Lionpaw's face was covered in ash. He coughed and a puff of smoke escaped from his mouth. "Okay… oops."

Hollypaw growled. "Aw, that was your birthday present! You'll have to apologize to Leafpool for that!"

Lionpaw rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Jaypaw smirked evilly. "Okay, anything you guys want to do to them?" he asked. "We've got all the time in the world."

Hollypaw snorted. "Yeah, until Crowfeather gets tired of his pebbles and comes back is definitely all the time in the world. He'll come back sometime, I know it. What would we want to do to them, anyways?"

Jaypaw shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. I was thinking of some pretty wrong things, but I'm guessing no, right?"

"Right."

"Wait!" An idea popped into Lionpaw's mind, and he uncapped a neon blue sharpie with his jaws, grinning. "You guys up for it?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Jaypaw uncapped his dark green sharpie that he kept with him at all times. "This will be hilarious. Imagine them waltzing in to the Tribe's camp with sharpie all over their faces! Hollypaw?"

"Wait…" Hollypaw muttered, checking her warrior code book. "Nope, nothing, surprisingly. At least nothing specific. This code allows tons of loopholes!" She took out her hot pink sharpie with an uncharacteristically devilish grin. "I call Brambleclaw!"

The three cats ran to their sleeping companions' sides and drew all manners of moustaches, goatees, eyeliners, tattoos, cuss words, bushy eyebrows, and messy makeup on their faces. They decided to take it to the next level and draw fake earrings, nose-rings, shoes, and stripes on the rest of their pelts. Lionpaw framed Crowfeather by writing "CROWY WUZ HERE!" in big and messy letters on their sides. They stepped back and admired their artwork for a while.

Lionpaw spat out his now inkless sharpie from his aching jaws. "I can't wait to see the look on their faces… Jaypaw?"

"Got it. Spatula!"

Brambleclaw jumped up and looked around. He looked hilarious when he was wearing nerdy glasses and a nose ring with dark green lipstick. Then he spotted Jaypaw and started blurting out all his deepest secrets at a very rapid pace. "You know, once, I saw this RiverClan chic at a gathering, and she was just so pretty, so I was like, 'Oh my StarClan, I have to see her again!' and I asked her if we could meet somewhere, and we did, but she died one day, and I was really sad, but then we went on this whole journey thing, and I kinda liked Feathertail, but she was already taken, so then I had Squirrelflight, and she was perfect! But I feel really guilty because the others dared me to feed her this herb that made her lose the ability to sneeze, but I don't get why it's so bad, I mean, sneezing is annoying, and anything that makes Squirrelflight less annoying is good- wait…" He fainted.

Lionpaw blinked. "Was that supposed to be part of the hypnotizing?" he asked Jaypaw.

"Yeah, he'll be in a neutral state until the others confess."

The others had much to tell. Squirrelflight had to take medicine every other week to keep herself from going absolutely nuts, Stormfur had serious ADHD and some other minor (major) mind problems, Brook had a bad habit of secretly sniffing everything including the "unsniffable," Breezepaw literally hated everything in life except the color light brown together with blue and deathberries (because they were just so pretty!), Tawnypelt only joined ShadowClan was because she was a hardcore emo cat and was once gay, Talon had major anger issues and had once thought that a chunky rock was a beautiful silver she-cat, Night had went through several eating disorders by only eating snow and the occasional leaf, and Gay was colorblind, though it didn't really matter because the only colors you really saw on the mountain were blue, gray, and brown.

Lionpaw and his littermates collapsed laughing at every one.

Brambleclaw was the first to wake up, being the first to confess. He blinked around drowsily, then jumped quickly to his feet. "What…" he gasped, "is… this…?"

"Crowfeather did it!" the three meowed in unison.

Brambleclaw's head whipped around to face Crowfeather, who was still by the river playing with the pebbles, and growled, "That bastard's getting it…" He stomped off.

The three watched as the cats awakened one by one.

Squirrelflight stood slowly and blinked, looking around. She looked like a deranged clown with a very bushy unibrow. "This was bound to happen someday," she sighed.

"Are you kidding me?!" Stormfur jumped up. A mix of neon blue, dark green, and hot pink scribble were all over his face and pelt. "Man, I must look ridiculous. Do I look okay?"

"Um, sure, you look fine," Brook meowed lamely. She was completely polka-dotted in green, and was apparently wearing pink Nike sneakers.

"Lies!" Stormfur whimpered. "All lies…"

Brook tipped her head to the side. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Well… I had a dream," Stormfur's eyes went round, "and I was eating a p-peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich… a-and the peanut-butter was sticking to the roof of my mouth! I couldn't get it off! You know I've arachibutyrophobia."

Brook sighed. "Of course- I know every phobia you have…" she muttered. "But it was all a dream, so don't worry. I told you that I'd make sure nobody ever fed you a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich, and my promise had held out so far."

"Oh my-…" Breezepaw gaped and looked around.

Lionpaw could barely contain his laugh. Breezepaw had gotten the worst of it. He had green cuss words all over his fur and super-long blue eyelashes, like Kim Kardashian, with tons of make-up, plus a hot pink "KICK ME" written in big bold letters on his rump.

"What the hell?!" Breezepaw yelled.

Tawnypelt laughed at him. "Gosh, you look hilarious! I wish I had my phone, this would be great for my Facebook account!"

"Well, look at you!" Breezepaw spat. "You've got a goatee and fighting stick figures all over your fur." He looked more closely and went wide-eyed. "Whoa, that's graphic…"

Talon raised his head. He looked like a tiger with green stripes, dark eye-shadow, and a curly pink moustache. "Wow, I was having this great dream, and I- wait…" He looked around and blinked. "Am I still dreaming? 'Cause if this is one of those continuous dreams, I'll kill."

"It's not," Night yawned, "this is totally real. But you look kind of funny…" She blinked, then looked around. "Wait- everyone looks funny. HOW DO I LOOK?! Oh my gosh, please don't tell me…"

Gay snorted and sat up. His whole body looked like a kaleidoscope. "You look like a hardcore punk. Go look in the river, you're covered in neon blue."

Night cried out and ran to the shore where Brambleclaw was fighting with Crowfeather; claws sheathed, of course.

"I-I didn't do it, I swear! I was here with the pebbles!" Crowfeather cried, but just got a blow to the face. "WHAHAA! PLEASE, STOPPIT!"

And so Brambleclaw stopped. "Wow, you broke your snappy demeanor and started crying like a kit? I guess it wasn't you, then. Sorry for beating you up."

Crowfeather crumpled to the ground and whimpered pitifully.

Breezepaw blinked. "Wait, if it wasn't Crowfeather, then it was…" He gasped loudly. "GAY! HOW DARE YOU!"

"Do you see me right now?" Gay spluttered. "It was those three, duh." He gestured towards Lionpaw and his siblings.

Lionpaw blinked and smiled sheepishly. "Heh heh…" He nudged Jaypaw.

Jaypaw jumped. "Did somebody just throw a rock at me?!" He shrieked indignantly.

"No, I nudged you, you idiot!" Lionpaw snapped.

"THROW ALL THE EVIDENCE OFF THE MOUNTAIN!" Hollypaw cried loudly and flung her pink sharpie away with her jaws as hard as she could. It slapped into Lionpaw's face.

"Wait!" Brambleclaw called. He stomped over to the three. "I won't do anything now since we're so close to where the Tribe is, and it's night and we're all tired, but when we get back, we'll arrange a punishment. Got that?"

They nodded.

"Good. Now, I'll have to tell you three that the Tribe can be very… unpredictable at times… You'll know what I mean later. Just warning you, okay? And for StarClan's sake, don't get involved with their random parties, like the one they're having right now. They're weird."

Lionpaw stared blankly at him. Uh… what?

"Oh, hey!" a dark brown tabby cat slurred. He stumbled up to them. "Wassup?" He turned to Stormfur and Brook and squinted, getting a little cross-eyed. "Oh, I remember ya… you got alla mah cats killed! Kill her! Or him… Hey, if ur a she-cat, can I-?"

"Hey, no!" Gay hissed. "Back! Back! Back into the cave! You're being very bad, Stoneteller! Go back to your stupid party!"

Stoneteller grumbled and slid back behind the waterfall.

Talon blinked. "Well, then… we came right in the middle of a party, eh? Are cats still up this time of night?"

"Yeah, but a few of them fainted earlier," Gay meowed in a conversational tone. "It's only midnight, so most of them are probably still up."

"Ah." Talon nodded. "I need to get myself a watch. Let's go in, then."

Lionpaw blinked at the flashing lights coming from behind the waterfall, finally realizing why it was there. "Are you sure what they're doing is… appropriate?" he asked.

Gay laughed. "Of course not! Don't worry, we shove the to-bes into the Cave of Pointed Stones, or the C.P.S., with a few cats that aren't interested in partying to keep them company. Then we have fun all night until we all pass out, and the to-bes come in to clean up our mess. You'll be in the C.P.S., I guess."

"And there's nothing in their rule book about this…" Hollypaw murmured as they followed the Tribe cats into their cave.

Inside was a riot. The music was cranked up as high as it could go, and it vibrated through the ground. So this is how partying is like? Cats everywhere eating catmint, jumping on each other, fighting, cursing, and… oh my- no, no, no! Man, that's just wrong… Lionpaw closed his eyes tightly and followed Jaypaw and Hollypaw's scent into the Cave of- the C.P.S. He finally opened his eyes and gasped for air as he realized that he had been holding his breath as well.

Then he noticed that the name Cave of Pointed Stones was very literal. There were pointy stones sticking randomly out of the ground and ceiling that made him go like, THIS ISN'T NATURAL! and mentally run off crying.

"Oh my god," Hollypaw gasped, "that was horrible! Did you see what some cats were doing? And they were breaking their own code, too!"

"I closed my eyes," Lionpaw panted.

"Lucky you."

"I'll go get Stoneteller," Gay meowed, and he disappeared back through the tunnel. He came back a few moments later with Stoneteller stumbling behind him.

"'Sup?" Stoneteller murmured. "Man, that wuz… that wuz… wat's dat word again? Somebody get me mah dic-… dic-shun-areey… Iz dat how u say it?"

Night frowned. "We'll need to shock him back to sanity. LEMONADE!" she called.

A to-be came forward carrying a bucket of yellow liquid and set it down at Stoneteller's paws, then backed away quickly.

"Drink," Night ordered firmly.

"Heck, no, dat looks like urine. An'… an' urine's yucky…" Stoneteller's gaze flickered and his eyes went wide like saucers. "OMTOEH, IZ DAT A PURPLE PEGASUS?! C'mere, pretty, pretty!" he coaxed.

Night sighed. "Okay, I guess that never works. Here, I got this one, guys." She jumped on top of Stoneteller forced his head into the bucket.

Stoneteller came up spluttering a moment later, yelling, "MY EYES! AH, DAMN THAT HURTS!" He ran around frantically for a while, then calmed.

He sat down heavily and panted. "Whew. That party's going hardcore! Totally better with the new lighting… Wait, why are you all covered in sharpie? Bra-… Brambleclaw, right? You look nerdy…"

"Let's skip that part, shall we?" Brambleclaw meowed sharply.

Stoneteller blinked, then shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat, man. Hmm, tell me, Burp, am I getting too old for this? I'm afraid that the music'll do some damage on my ears."

"Burp?!" Lionpaw spluttered. "Man, what is up with your names?!"

Stoneteller sighed. "I know, I know. Burp That Denies the Wind… we don't have the brightest cats around here, but they're good all the same. Now, Burp," He turned his attention back to a grey-brown tabby she-cat, "am I getting too old for this? I mean, I don't even know how old I am…"

"Er, no, I don't think so."

Hollypaw tipped her head to the side. "I don't know about you, but he is old," she murmured to her littermates. "He's gonna die in Sign of the Moon from old age and sickness. Then Crag's gonna be Stoneteller, I think."

"You know what- I'm not even going to ask," Lionpaw sighed.

"Show these four where they'll sleep," Stoneteller ordered. "Then we can all party, eh?" He glanced at the clan cats invitingly.

Brambleclaw swallowed. "Can we… can we sleep, too? I mean, it looks pretty intense out there, and, uh, I don't think… Um, we're tired."

"Nah, we don't have enough space in here to make a place for any of you to sleep. Your to-bes- er, apprentices over there are the limit. But come on, it'll be fun! Just try not to eat too much catmint if you want to stay clean, you know? But I've got Thai Tea!"

Lionpaw watched as Stoneteller herded the clan cats back out into the main cave with Gay, Talon, and Night hard on his heels. StarClan knows if they'll ever return… Lionpaw thought wistfully. Wait, nah, that's stupid.

"Okay, well…" Burp began slowly, "we don't really have a proper place to sleep here… we just lie down on the ground. I'll warn you though, it's kind of hard to get to sleep with that stupid music blaring in your ears. Good luck with that." She lay down on the ground and closed her eyes.

Breezepaw shivered. "Ugh, now I'm the only one here covered in sharpie! And it's all your fault!" He whipped around to face the three.

Jaypaw shrugged. "Hey, if you expect us to give you something in return for trashing your beautiful fur, you better start expecting a bunch of snappy words etched into your brain for eternity. I can change your whole life perspective, buddy."

Breezepaw growled and went away to sulk about how much his life sucked and how much he hated everything in a dark and remote corner where nobody could find.

"Hey!" A pale grey she-cat jumped randomly in front of Lionpaw. "You're from the clans, right? I want to know EVERYTHING!"

A black tom sauntered up to them, a small light-brown tabby she-cat with blood-shot eyes close behind. "Stop it, Puffball, that's creepy," the black tom meowed.

"Puffball," Lionpaw repeated blankly. "You're teasing her, right?"

"Nope, my name's Puffball That Drowns In Mountain," Puffball meowed. She bowed her head and stuck out her front paw.

Lionpaw eyed the gesture. "Do you want me to lick your paw or something?"

"No, that would be stupid," Puffball laughed. "It's just this thing that Stoneteller makes us do because he thinks it's 'cool'."

Lionpaw blinked. "Okay."

"Anyways, that stupid lump of a tom is Speech of Mangy Towel, my brother. That means he rants a lot. And that she-cat with the stubby tail's Trash When Fish Pee! Now, can any of you tell me why your names are so short?"

"Can you tell me why your names are so long?" Jaypaw retorted. "I don't know, it's just how we do things. But who names you cats?"

"Our parents!" Puffball answered.

"Our parents were high on catmint when they named us," Trash murmured. "Please, can we go to sleep now? I'm exhausted."

"But there're clan cats here! You can't sleep through that!" Puffball exclaimed.

"Burp did." Speech gestured towards the snoring she-cat with his tail. "But I do want to know more about you cats before we go to sleep."

Hollypaw shrugged. "Well, what do you want to know? If you want, I can loan you a book about our ways of life. There's only one thousand, six hundred twenty-four pages in it with a font of twelve and a width that takes up ninety-nine hundredths of the page, but the extended version-"

"Um, no thanks," Speech cut in. "See, we don't really know how to read, and we don't have that much time to anyways. But if we ever did learn how to read, and if we had enough time, we would probably put it off because of our super-lazy powers. The only-"

"See, I told you he talks a lot!" Puffball meowed. "Why do your names change all the time, though? I've heard that some of your names change, like, four times."

Jaypaw shrugged. "Same thing. It's just how we roll."

Trash groaned. "You know, we could just sit around comparing our ways, or we could get some freakin' sleep. We have a long day of cleaning up tomorrow, you know."

"One more thing!" Puffball pleaded.

Trash just rolled her eyes. "Fine."

"Okay," Puffball turned to Jaypaw, "why do you look like your always daydreaming?" she asked quickly.

"I don't know, maybe I am."

Lionpaw huffed. "Naw, he's blind, duh. See this?" He waved his tail in front of Jaypaw's face but accidentally hit his eyes.

Jaypaw hissed and cringed. "Ugh, you're making me even more blind than I already am! Ever heard of 'keep your tail to yourself'?"

"But all you see is black! You can't get more blind than that!"

"Midnight snack!" Speech slapped a skinny rabbit onto the floor, sending up a cloud of dust. "If you want, we can sleep after this, Trash. I just wanna eat, I haven't had a decent meal in days…"

"I'm not hungry," Trash mumbled. "I'll just go to sleep while you do… whatever you're going to do. But don't blame me if you're tired when we have to clean up after the prey-hunters and cave-guards."

"Okay." Speech ripped a chunk of the rabbit out and chewed. "I'm done," he managed through his mouthful. "'Night, then." He sauntered away.

Hollypaw eyed the rabbit. "Hmm…" She prodded it's side, then propped open its mouth and peeked in. "It's skinny, it's dry-mouthed, it was independent with no mate… That means it used to live in a bush," she concluded, straightening up.

"Uh, okay, that's nice to know…" Lionpaw meowed.

Jaypaw took a bite out of the rabbit and chewed carefully. "This tastes like dirt."

"It does? That's my favorite flavor!" Puffball squeaked. She bent down and ate her share. "Mmm, so good…"

Lionpaw and Hollypaw stared at her, then reluctantly bit a piece out of the rabbit. It did taste like dirt. Bleh. Hollypaw took the leftovers and threw them at Breezepaw, who was still sulking about how much his life sucked and how much he hated everything in a dark and remote corner where nobody could find him. But Hollypaw found him, somebody could find him.

"Okay, let's go to sleep now!" Puffball meowed and threw herself at where her brother was sleeping.

Jaypaw shrugged. "Sounds good to me." He collapsed on the floor snoring, and his littermates did the same. They slept so soundly, that even the mini-bombs the partying cats were setting off didn't wake them.

Anything to clear up on? Let's see... "OMTOEH" stands for "oh my Tribe of Endless Hunting", and the cats are magical, so they're able to poof thieir things to where they are whenever and wherever they want. But why must the cats party? Life can be dull up in the mountains.

I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE LAZY, JUST READ THIS:

Okay, I need to ask you something, people. While the cats are still with the party crazy Tribe, what couple do you want me to include? I'm deciding on both Lionpaw/blaze and Jaypaw/feather. Tell me in a review or a PM (I'd prefer a PM) for Lion, Jay, or both. I'll pick the most popular and most sensible. I really want to make sure that I write what you would like in the Warriors series, whether or not it is what the Erin Hunters did. The deadline to give me your opinion is... well, whenever the cats get back from the Tribe. If nobody gives me their request, then I'll just choose who goes with who myself, but it might not be what you like.