Oh My God. I haven't updated in literally more than a year! I guess it's because I just didn't know where to go with this… so… I'm basically just starting over, kind of. It's totally and completely stupid but I just… don't know what to do with it. I also went on Fanfiction and decided to go check out the stats for my stories. And I guess this story is on multiple lists/forums thingies (I've never even looked at the forums -_-) and I was like… I should update this. I mean, one of the lists is called: The Best, Most Updated Stories That Ever Walked the Planet. And I was like, I'm just shit for ignoring this for more than a year. It also has over 20,000 hits which just boggles my mind.

Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. Seriously.

It had been a week since Firestar had broken out from rehab. He refused to go back once he made it back home. The huge fight the ensued involved an odd mix of kicking, yodeling, and times new roman font… but that's really another story. Firestar was relaxing in his den, just kicking back in an easy chair, drinking a coke, and watching Jersey Shore. Firestar laughed as Snookie fell over the 20th time in the same amount of minutes. He looked up as Spottedleaf entered the room. He glared at her.

"What do you want?" He growled at his once beloved lover. She sighed. Firestar had been angry the whole week since she had suggested he go back to C.E.A.

"I'm just here to let you know that Graystripe has prepared Dustpelt for you. Just the way you like it… fried with a hint of lemon," Spottedleaf informs him. She gestures toward the entrance which Graystripe enters through, carrying a silver platter with a cover hiding the contents due to Spottedleaf's sensitive stomach. Graystipe sets the tray gently on top of the coffee table in front of Firestar. Firestar nods and shoos the two of them away. They don't leave, however.

"What are you two doing? I want to eat my dinner in peace," He growls. Firestar had developed into a moody cat lately and there wasn't a single cat in the whole territory that enjoyed his attitude change. He was mostly so grumpy because he was only aloud to have half a cat for dinner. He had to eat normal food for breakfast and lunch. Before, he had been able to do whatever he wanted and now he was being watched and restricted like he was in prison. The only difference was he could bend over if he dropped the soap in the shower without fear of being raped. He shuddered as a horrible image came to mind and he immediately shooed the image away.

"Sorry, Firestar, no can do. We have to keep you on constant watch. Like Big Brother, that show that no one watches," Graystripe told him. "But Spottedleaf can leave since we don't want her to vomit when you eat your dinner." Spottedleaf kisses Firestar on the cheek before getting out of the den as fast as she can.

"I don't know what her problem is… it's just Dustpelt. No one liked him anyway," Firestar muttered as he lifted the cover from the tray and dug in to his dinner with gusto. Once he was finished, he smiled and patted his belly, finally content. Graystripe tried to hide his look of disgust. "Wanna play some Go Fish, Graystripe? I'm sick of Snookie and the Situation… they're the same color as me," Firestar grabbed a pack of cards from the side table next to him.

"Sure! I love a good game of Go Fish!" Graystripe's smile was huge. It was as if Firestar was back to normal! He threw himself down on a chair and him and Firestar began an epic game of Go Fish.

I should go write my English paper now… too bad I can't think of a memory to write about. Then I should probably read Phantom of the Opera for French class…. Ehhhhh…. No.

Loves to you all. Don't forget a flame!