Okay, I said I did all of the Clans but turns out there is a really nice thing to use. The tribe! After THAT, I can post another help. Yay.
Also, I have no idea what the tribe cats were, and that's kind of the point here.
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. If I did, then Shy Fawn will be a major character or at least a noble sacrifice. Why? Cuz I said so.
The tribe was pretty normal and very boring. It was their sole duty of them! Well, it was one of the two sole duties. One, be boring as possible and act as something that pops up in the books because they've got nothing else to write about. Two, be super weak but refuse help when the Clans do come and let them fix your culture! Perfect.
They were carrying out these tasks extremely well.
"Yay I caught an eagle! Let's eat!" The tribe ate the eagle soaked in mud. Very unclean, but good for some reason I don't remember.
"Yay I caught a hawk! Let's eat!" Random tribe cat #23 meowed, bringing a hawk to them. The tribe ate.
"Yay I caught a pterodactyl! Let's eat!" The tribe ate.
It was that peaceful, with them doing nothing except for Brook Where Small Fishes Swim (And I Who Are Lazy Enough Not To Search Brook's Full Name) hunting. She was the only motivated major character to actually do something. The other was Stormfur, who was, unfortunately, a cave-guard who practically did nothing since there weren't chapters filled up with the tribe these days. Oh, and the half of Wall of Caves and the whole Floor of Caves helped hunting. 26 was too tired to do it again, so she dropped out in the middle and took some rest time. Ooh, and I Only See Darkness What Can I Name My Kit or Darkness liked hunting, so he decided to hunt too. The others were doing nothing, really unmotivated to do anything. Besides, it wasn't even their turn to get prey so they'd at least not starve to death.
"Wait! Something is falling from the sky!" Stupid Sun Rising When I'm Giving Birth yowled. Stupid headed to Stoneteller's den to warn him.
"HA! What now? I have heard that the author has forgotten about our tribe's presence. However, this news is very contemporary. May you show me this strange crisis of snowing food." Teller of the Pointed Stones dipped his head. Stupid felt momentarily shocked by how formal he was and decided to be formal himself.
"Why, I believe that it is right in the camp. The entire upper atmosphere seems to be filled with these waffles and pancakes." Stupid laid his eyes on the leader of the tribe, with a warning look in his eyes. "I can't believe what they're doing to us. First, they turn us into wimps and things to cover up chapters, or in the worst scenario, books. Just the
"Maybe they're sent by the Tribe of Endless Hunting!" The one apprentice-like cat who grew up that was really rude and stupid in either Outcast or Sign of the Moon gasped.
"THIS IS A BLESSING!" Stormfur mewed. "WE SHOULD EAT THESE HOLY WAFFLES AND PANCAKES TO SHOW OUR RESPECT TO THE TRIBE OF ENDLESS FOOD STORAGE OR WHAT ELSE YOU GUYS SEEM TO WORSHIP!" Stormfur quietly and calmly suggested.
So that was when the cats started stuffing the food in their faces. However, when they just got a bite, they fainted because of the astonishing taste. Well, figuratively.
"HA! It is of an outstanding flavor. That brings me to an idea. We could be boring and not hunt. It would be very resourceful and comfortable." Stoneteller meowed. Nobody listened to him.
"Yay there's food snowing!" The tribe cats had never tasted something so good, they wanted to keep it. Yet again nobody listened to Crag.
"Yay the food is good!" The tribe had never tasted anything more than the awful stringy prey cats seemed to catch.
"Yay we now don't even have a purpose for hunting!" The other group of cats in the mountain (if they are still a thing) was so sad that they never got attention just like the Tribe of Rushing Water and were treated like a flea with so less screentime and so less information and so little people talking and caring about it, that they decided to sulk into existence. The Tribe of Rushing Water didn't, because they were happier about the fact and decided to just lay around lazily in the mountains with mud coating their fat and stubby bodies and dripping to the sides. Well, most of them.
"Yay now we really don't need to do anything!" The tribe watched the sky and caught the waffles and pancakes clumsily and happily. They made a pile and curled up on them, rolling and cuddling (and munching).
"Yay there's also some weird rain falling!" There were now strings of colorful maple syrup falling onto the waffles and pancakes. Sunlight glinted on them, making them look like little jewels from the sky. Mapleshade was so peaceful and selfless and so not murdering people instead of the Leafpool route, that instead of selling the bottles, she sent them as rain with the Mapleshade's Maple Syrup watermark written in preta. It swiftly moved around, so that it would fall straight into the holes of the waffles and fill it up. The pile of pancakes had maple syrup fall on them and make "the drip".
"Yay now we are truly happy!" The tribe cats carelessly devoured the breakfast bread, and countless Yays filled the caves. Stoneteller face-pawed himself, but he too could not resist the waffles and pancakes.
"Come on guys! Look at this! This will make the waffles more favorable!" Brook, who wasn't depressing and background that she spoke actual words suggested. She pointed at the piles of snow. She caught some maple rain and mixed it with the snow. There weren't vanilla or sugar canes in the mountains, but there was that. The cats in the Tribe of Endless Hunting, and some cats in other skies that came to look enjoyed the sight and decided to help them by raining raspberries, blueberries, any other fruit, butter, cream, buttercream, all sorts of ice cream, melted chocolate that you put in to make a net-shape of some kind, caramel, nuts. Talon sent out salad dressings for reasons that disgusted the cats and made a mystery. Turns out he was trying to eat salad (the substances: spinach, Brussels sprouts, leftover mini carrots, garlic, peas, asparagus, celeries, and every greens the kits didn't eat) with his daily protein smoothie when every cat started throwing weird fool-like things he decided to join in when he knew nothing. The dressing was extremely healthy and was famous for being yucky.
The author knows this isn't the point but she had to add that one time someone (everyone thinks it was the sliver left of Furled Bracken from three life beings (Jayfeather, Rock, Midnight), but he claims not to- oh no wait, he spilled the beans) from the sky who threw a bowl of warm, just done curry with rice. The author wrote this part because she suddenly wants to eat curry so badly, any curry whether it's the curry that her own country makes or that kind of real traditional curry that's hot (wait is it the other way around), because spicy food is kind of the best.
Anywho, Lark and Pine got it straight in the face, and Stormfur and Brook started putting them in snow. Lark and Pine however disliked waffles and pancakes and loved the curry that was burning their faces.
Real anywho, the tribe cats gathered around where the food throwing that isn't really a food fight but kind of looks like a food fight like a The Spectators vs The Survivors game show to some third person point of view, was the strongest. They put all the toppings on their bread.
"Yay let's eat more!"
"Yay but why are there no banananananas!" Rain That Passes Quickly, a cave-guard to-be that hadn't graduated for an extra season complained. Instantly the sky shot out a gigantic part-rotten banana peel on her head, making her collapse.
"Yay let's store these!" Dustpelt came over and made fifty ice boxes and a thousand refrigerators and five refrigerators that were modern style and worked best. Those were big and cold, very much admired. Anyway, the cats also made Dustpelt make whatever you use to melt eggos, and they lived happily ever after, living on frozen pastries that were magic so when you put them in the Dustpelt's Oveny-thingie, they were as good as new. So even when the rain of toppings and bread stopped, everyone kept eating pineapples. No wait, wrong word, I mean waffles and pancakes.
TMI1: WindClan was so jealous of them.
TMI2: Now prey-hunters became cave-guards although they didn't really need guards because nothing special happened to them.
TMI3: Dustpelt was so proud after the work that he came back to camp mouth itching to tell the story. Then, his paws were itching to do something like that, so he tried to repair the medicine cat's den saying 'If enemies take our only source of medicine, we'll be doomed!' Though he was shortly declined by Jayfeather and nicely declined by Alderheart and Leafpool's ghost. Yellowfang's ghost gave him a day-long lecture about moving herbs while construction was hard and stupid and Dustpelt was stupid. So he instead made a guest den on the outskirts of the camp.
Next up is the Sisters!
Try to guess when I gave up and started using the internet for knowledge of these easily forgotten cats.