Well. This is wild. Last update took me seven months, this update took me four days. Hello! I've been caught up in the nostalgia of this story and got inspired.

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Guest: Years and years ago... Squirrelflight was assumed to be unable to have kits.

Guest: Yes... yes it is.

"Moonfeather," Fernlight said to her sister. "You know what I've noticed?"

"What have you noticed?" Moonfeather asked distractedly, as she polished her collection of syringes (as all medicine cats have in their homes, of course).

"Nobody pays much attention to us anymore." Fernlight commented. "We used to be the talk of the town, but it seems everyone's just gotten invested in their own antics or are just a little too focused on Hawkfire's antics to pay attention to our beauty."

"We have other redeeming qualities, you know. Whether we're pretty or not, we are part of a superior group. We're basically Clan royalty, seeing as our brother is the exasperated sidekick to Hawkfire and all." Moonfeather said. "Also, I've got my surgery business. That takes up a good amount of time. I can't just go flaunting my beauty twenty-four-seven."

"Hey now!" Whitestreak objected. "I am not Hawkfire's sidekick. I just happen to be more reasonable than most and I can get a little frustrated with certain behaviors. Also," he said to Moonfeather. "I don't think you should be calling your ability to perform surgery a 'business'. That sounds a bit heartless, don't you think?"

"Well, it is a business. People pay me and I perform surgery. I've saved five stuffed animals today alone. I'm thinking of spreading my practice a little further and operating on cats, too. Maybe just, general surgery kind of things. Remove appendixes and what have you. Maybe the occasional brain surgery if I'm feeling up for the task. What do you guys think?" Moonfeather asked.

"I think not!" Whitestreak exclaimed.

"Do cats have appendixes?" Fernlight asked.

Moonfeather shrugged. "I have no idea, quite frankly, but I'd be willing to remove them if they did."

"Get someone to volunteer to be a test subject to search for the appendix via surgery. I bet you could get Bramblestar to agree to it." Fernlight said. "He's got unlimited lives, it would be fine."

Moonfeather shook her head. "Bramblestar's nowhere to be found. He hasn't been seen since Hawkfire pooled him away after he was being super annoying at the Gathering. So I guess I'll just have to wonder for a little while longer as to whether or not cats have appendixes or not."

"Yes, that's the only reason you shouldn't perform surgery on a living thing for the sake of finding out if we have a relatively unnecessary organ." Whitestreak rolled his eyes.

"You know what?" Fernlight said. "Sister dearest, I'm going to do you a favor. I'm going to go searching for Bramblestar. I will bring him back to the Clans and then you can use him to figure out whether or not cats have appendixes or not! I will be paid attention to once again because I will have made a significant contribution to the Clans and you will be recognized for making a groundbreaking discovery, whether that be confirming that cats do have appendixes or not!"

"Excellent! I love it!" Moonfeather agreed. "That sounds like a wonderful idea where nothing could go wrong!"

"That's ridiculous!" Whitestreak argued. "Things are so much more peaceful without Bramblestar! Hawkfire is so much more calm because he won't interrupt her antics and Squirrelflight seems a lot more relaxed because she doesn't have to buy him a new cell phone every day! And the siblings are doing an incredible job making obnoxious puns!" He clapped his paws and a portal opened up, showing Jayfeather, Hollyleaf, and Lionblaze standing around a very annoyed-looking Squirrelflight.

"You don't like the word "chunk"? But consider the great martial arts and movie star, Chunk Norris!" Hollyleaf exclaimed.

"How much wood could a woodchunk chunk if a woodchunk could chunk wood?" Lionblaze asked. "Consider it, Squirrelflight!"

"Do you not enjoy a good fright when by watching the horror movie franchise featuring the doll Chunky?" Jayfeather asked.

"I, for one, always enjoy a good snack, treating myself to chunk food." Lionblaze said.

"See?" Whitestreak said. "Lionblaze has become so clever without Bramblestar there to immaturely interrupt him!"

"I've made up my mind," Fernlight declared. "I will rescue Bramblestar and everyone will remember me and I will get the attention that I deserve. And Moonfeather can perform surgery, which she deserves to do! She deserves to make a name for herself by making a groundbreaking discovery!"

"She's right, I do." Moonfeather agreed.

Whitestreak rolled his eyes. "It's your funeral."

"Pardon me? My funeral?" Fernlight exclaimed. "What in the name of StarClan are you assuming is going to happen to me in my quest for finding Bramblestar?"

"It's an expression! I don't know if your beauty is going to save you from everyone getting mad at you for bringing back that nuisance." Whitestrak said. "I'm not saying that he deserves to stay disappeared, but I'm sure Hawkfire could just poof him back. I just feel like you'll be known for bringing up the Clans' stress levels tenfold by bringing him back, and that's what you'll be remembered for."

"Nonsense." Fernlight objected. "I will bring Bramblestar back, and when I announce his return, everyone will be reminded that I am super-duper pretty and nobody will care about how annoying he is and I will be treated like a hero because I am pretty. This is how the world works, you know."

"It's just not, but you do you." Whitestreak was done arguing about this. It just wasn't going to work. "Just… be safe, I guess."

"Oh, don't you worry, I have a very safe method to bring him back." Fernlight promised him. She went out into the woods and, as loudly as she could, she sang, "OLD MCDONALD HAD A FARM!"

For some reason, Bramblestar sprinted towards her, screaming, "E-I-E-I-O!"

Why that worked, there is no explanation.

Fernlight then put a blanket over Bramblestar and then led him into ThunderClan's camp. She guided him on top of Highledge and declared, "Citizens of ThunderClan! I have news!"

"You're pretty…" Cloudtail told her.

Brightheart smacked him with her tail.

"I have done something you will all thank me for!" Fernlight declared. "Something that will cement my legacy in the Clans forever!"

Whitestreak appeared next to her. "This isn't going to work…!"

Fernlight ignored him. "I have… searched far and wide… and I have recovered your beloved Clan leader, Bramblestar!" She ripped the blanket off of Bramblestar.

"Wow! I can see!" Bramblestar exclaimed. "It's a miracle!"

"Let the anger begin…!" Whitestreak muttered.

"I can't think of anything else to substitute the word 'chunk' for, but it's okay because you're so pretty…" Lionblaze gazed at Fernlight.

Bramblestar giggled. "Hehe. Chunk."

"I'd like to be mad, but it's okay." Hollyleaf giggled.

"Well, I'd still like to be mad because I can't see your beauty, but I can feel your beauty radiating so I'm okay with it." Jayfeather said.

Fernlight smiled contentedly.

"FERNLIGHT! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Shrieked Hawkfire, storming into ThunderClan's camp. "You know, what, whatever. It's okay. You're just so darn cute!" She booped Fernlight on the nose. "But you better watch yourself, buddy." She warned Bramblestar, before wandering back out of camp.

Whitestreak's eyes were wide. "This… is going shockingly well."

"SURGERY TIME!" Screamed Moonfeather. She leaped from the sky and tackled Bramblestar to the ground. "WE'RE GONNA SEE IF YOU HAVE AN APPENDIX OR NOT! JAYFEATHER! SCALPEL!"

"MY STARCLAN, SHE-CAT!" Bramblestar shrieked. "DO A CT OR AN MRI OR AN X-RAY OR SOMETHING, YOU DON'T NEED TO DO SURGERY! I MAY HAVE UNLIMITED LIVES BUT THAT SEEMS PRETTY PAINFUL!"

"Oh, right, there are machines for these things." Moonfeather giggled. "Well, it's CT scan time!" She shoved Bramblestar into the machine. "Stay still!"

"Well, I didn't agree to this, either!" Bramblestar complained. "You know what, you're pretty, so it's okay."

"BRAMBLESTAR!" Squirrelflight shrieked. "STOP FLIRTING WITH OTHER SHE-CATS!"

"Shut up! I'm making a medical breakthrough!" Moonfeather retorted.

"But she's pretty! Both Moonfeather and Fernlight are!" Bramblestar objected.

"RAHHHH!" Squirrelflight dove into the CT machine and began battling Bramblestar. And by 'battling', I mean they were having a tickle fight. That really got to Bramblestar, for some reason. Squirrelflight had taken to using Bramblestar's sensitivity to tickling as a weapon.

"STOP THAT, YOU KNOW MY ARMPITS ARE SENSITIVE!" Bramblestar yelped.

"MY STARCLAN, STAY STILL!" Moonfeather shrieked. "MEDICAL BREAKTHROUGH IN PROGRESS!"

Squirrelflight and Bramblestar continued to battle in the CT machine. Bramblestar took to tickling her, as well, because that also got to her. So they were tickling each other out of annoyance

"My StarClan. Okay." Moonfeather went over to the machine and slapped a sign on it that said 'Medical Breakthrough in Progress, Please, Stay Still'."

"Oh my goodness, I had no idea. I'm so sorry." Squirrelflight immediately left the machine and went away.

So Moonfeather continued her CT scan and upon completion, she studied the results. "My word!" She exclaimed, and hopped up onto Highledge. "Friends!" She declared. "After a comprehensive study, I have determined that cats do not have appendixes!"

The entirety of ThunderClan began to applaud.

"So beautiful!" Cloudtail sobbed.

Brightheart smacked him with her tail again.

"YOU SISTERS ARE BOTH TREASURES!" Dustpelt wailed. "THANK YOU FOR YOUR DISCOVERIES, BOTH OF THE NUISANCE AND THE DISCOVERY MADE USING THE NUISANCE!"

"DUSTPELT!" Ferncloud screamed. "STOP FLIRTING! YOU HAVE FOUR GAZILLION KITS TO THINK ABOUT, DON'T WRECK THIS FAMILY!"

"Yeah, Dad!" All four gazillion kits exclaimed.

And that is how Fernlight and Moonfeather renewed the popularity.

"That… should not have worked." Whitestreak said.

"Don't doubt me." Ferncloud told him. "Beauty trumps all. That is the lesson we all need to take from this*. Obviously. Beauty allows you to get away with everything and anything, which is super-duper fun."

"Obviously." Moonfeather agreed.

*No. No it is not.