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With a triumphant smirk, Sandgorse slammed his pebble down.
"King me!"
"Ah!" Spiderleg growled, flinging all the pebbles away with his paw, "GO DIE IN A TUNNEL, SANDGORSE!"
"Now Spiderleg, don't be a sore loser," Dustpelt meowed sternly.
"But I never win against him, he's obviously cheating!" Spiderleg whined.
"Stop whining, or we'll reincarnate you into KittypetClan," Bluestar warned.
Spiderleg's eyes widened with fear.
"Oh StarClan no, anything but that!"
"Well, then be good!" Bluestar spat before turning her attention to Nightstar and Gray Wing, who were smoking their eighth pack of cigarettes that day.
"Can you two seriously stop?"
Before they could answer, Barkface sighed,
"I can't wait until Berrynose and Finleap die, Turtle Tail and I need more members for our short tail club."
Turtle Tail nodded.
"Yeah, and we can't go get Stumpytail from The Dark Forest, even though he literally did nothing wrong except go on patrol with Tigerstar that one time."
"HE'S A BROWN TABBY, ALL BROWN TABBIES ARE EVIL!" Bluestar screeched, picking up Dustpelt and throwing him into the Dark Forest.
"Oh crap," Mudclaw gasped. He ran to go hide, but Bluestar saw him too, and chucked him into the Dark Forest along with Dustpelt.
"Bluestar, since you seem to be the leader of StarClan for some reason, tell me why no cat has ever had my pre-fix!" Rooktail demanded.
"No one has had my pre-fix either," Chiveclaw meowed.
"That's because your pre-fix is stupid."
All the cats nodded in agreement.
"What about me?" Goosefeather asked, "No one has had my pre-fix before."
"That's because everycat hates you," Rooktail meowed, "So, Bluestar, about my pre-fix being used again?"
"Fine," Bluestar hissed with irritation, "I'll appear to Leafpool in a dream, and tell her to name one of her kits Rookkit!"
The following morning, Leafpool had four healthy kits, a brown tom, which she named Frecklekit, a grey she-kit, which Crowfeather named Featherkit, a brown tabby she-kit which Crowfeather named Leafkit, and a very dark grey tabby tom, which Leafpool named Rookkit.
"I think Frecklespeckle, Featherpool, Leaftail, and Rookcrow will be perfect warrior names for them, don't you?" Bramblestar asked.
"Now, let's not get ahead of ourselves, they were only just born," Leafpool reminded him.
Budkit, one of Rosepetal's kits, yawned, and opened his eyes, letting out a gasp when he saw Leafpool's kits.
"Weedkit, look, new kits!" he exclaimed, nudging his brother.
"Who cares? Kits are dumb," Weedkit grumbled, turning around in his nest, without opening his eyes.
"No they're not, when I'm grown up, I'm going to have even more kits than Snowbird!" Budkit exclaimed, before turning to Rosepetal, "Are Leafpool's kits old enough to play yet?"
Rosepetal wrapped her tail around her son, and shook her head.
"No, they're too small, they were only just born."
"Yeah, you'd squish them, Tubby," Weedkit meowed.
"At least my legs aren't freakishly long!" Budkit retorted.
"I have our mother's legs, you're probably part kittypet!" Weedkit hissed, fully awake now, and standing up, with his fur fluffed out so that he looked twice his size.
Rosepetal rolled her eyes and turned to Leafpool.
"Keep them young while you can," she sighed.
"If they start misbehaving, I'll just drop them off on Squirrelflight," Leafpool mrrowed.
"Now Leafpool, being a mother is an excellent thing, and Rosepetal, I can remember you and Toadskip being a bunch of rambunctious kits," Daisy meowed sternly.
She and Rosepetal then dipped their heads, as they remembred the cat who had been taken from them too soon.
On the other side of camp, Bramblestar was assigning patrols.
"Alright, Thornclaw, Plumprune, Bumblestripe, and Stemcell, you're on DingdongOnestarisdeadClan border patrol, Brackenfur, Blossomfall, Brightheart, and brown tom, whose name I can't remember, you're on MarshmallowfluffClan border patrol."
"My name is Birchfall," the brown tom in question sighed.
"Now, onto hunting patrol, Eaglefalcon, Shelltail, Thriftstore, Flipout, and Bristlethistle, you're on hunting patrol."
"What about the rest of us?" Stormcloud asked, as a group of about six hundred KittypetClan cats stood behind him.
"Don't ask me, wait, why am I even assigning patrols? That's Squirrelflight's job!" Bramblestar exclaimed, before padding off into his den, leaving the cats standing there, waiting to be assigned their duties.
"We really need to do something, KittypetClan has too many cats," a StarClan cat meowed.
"I know! We can have our very own Warriors Hunger Games, Battle Royale, whatever you want to call it," Skystar meowed.
"What in StarClan is that?" Bluestar asked.
Skystar rubbed his paws together and cackled.
"It's where all the cats basically kill each other, until only one is left alive."
"Oh, well, that could work, but can there be more than one left alive? KittypetClan still needs to exist," Bluestar meowed.
"No! We can't go killing innocent cats, it's against the Warrior Code!" Hollyleaf gasped.
"The Warrior Code? What's that?" Bluestar asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Yeah, I've never heard about this so-called Warrior Code," Skystar meowed. All the other StarClan cats nodded in agreement.
Oh no, Hollyleaf thought to herself, no one knew about the Warrior Code anymore! What was she to do?