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Chapter 11: Revenge of the Banned

Redstripe was vibing at home with his friends, not thinking about anything that had happened recently. He was fucking drunk, so he wasn't thinking about anything except for the fact that he wanted more beer. He and Tealstripe, who had recently been made the Clan deputy, were getting fat and lounging on the highrock, making the apprentices their servants.

"MORE! MORE BEER NOWWW!" Redstripe whined, slamming his sippy cup on the ground. Redstripe needed a sippy cup because he was a widdle baby and he wasn't ready to drink from beer bottles yet.

The apprentices sighed and went to steal more beer from the bar.

While all of this was happening, the four banned warriors were talking amongst themselves in their makeshift shelter. They were angry and they knew that RiverClan had turned into a complete shitshow.

"Guys, you've got no idea how much I want to pound that jerk's face inside out. But the only problem is, how are we gonna get back into the camp? I've been thinking all afternoon, and I just can't think of anything," Bluewhisker said.

Neither Lightpelt nor Fishfur were listening because they were lost in the opening beats of Old Town Road.

Icetail was the only one that even heard Bluewhisker, but she didn't respond because she was focused on a butterfly that was fluttering near her. She crazily swiped in all directions, now completely lost in her own thoughts.

Bluewhisker sighed. "Guys, kinda trying to have an important discussion here!"

Old town road and butterflies.

"GUYS! HELLO?!"

Old town road and butterflies.

"GUYYYYYYYSSSSSSSSS!"

Old town road and butterflies.

Bluewhisker was very pissed off so she turned off Lightpelt and Fishfur's radio and killed Icetail's butterfly. They all turned their attention to Bluewhisker.

"Sorry, Bluewhisker. It's just MY LEG! It hurts! See?" Fishfur said, showing everyone his leg that clearly had no bruises or scratches on it. That bitch just watched too much SpongeBob.

Bluewhisker rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Let's just stop this mess and focus."

The three ex-warriors nodded their heads.

"Well, how about we disguise as other warriors and then kill Redstripe in his sleep!" Lightpelt said. He was obsessed with killing cats in their sleep.

"No, that wouldn't work. They'd easily catch us. There's scanners everywhere in the camp," said Bluewhisker.

"Well, we always have the mass shooting option. We all know I'm good with my rifle," Icetail said. Indeed, she was trained excessively in making masterful red artworks with her rifle.

It was a good idea, but Bluewhisker's own plan that she just thought of involved exactly that.

"Well, I think we should do the attack like this: sneak through the dirtplace passageway into the camp at night, and immediately destroy the first few scanners with our paws, keeping low to the ground as not to get caught. Then we sneak through the hedge row toward the leader's den, go inside, and then start shooting everything like total idiots. Kapeesh?"

Everyone else nodded, just because they couldn't think of anything better.

"I have a question, Bluewhisker!" Fishfur said fervently.

Bluewhisker sighed, rolling her eyes. "What..."

"So, what am I supposed to do if my leg hurts?" Fishfur asked, clearly suppressing a laugh.

Bluewhisker punched him in the crotch.

1 hour later...

The four ex-warriors had arrived at the unguarded entrance to the RiverClan camp.

They silently crept through the dirtplace, watching carefully so they didn't step in a pile of shit. When they reached the camp, Lightpelt immediately smashed one of the scanners with his paw, Bluewhisker destroying the other. They made sure not to let the pieces fall on the ground, because that was solid asphalt and the guards would easily hear the clinks across the camp. After destroying the scanners, the ex-warriors flattened themselves out, creeping behind the elders' den to access the hedge row. Fishfur went first, silently worming into the bushes and making sure not to rustle the leaves too much.

Tensions were very high for the four assassins, as they knew that just one tiny mistake could get them caught and possibly killed. But after what seemed like hours, the quartet finally reached the leader's den, and a sinister, purely evil smile snaked its way up Icetail's face. It ends now. Each of them were thinking that same thought. Icetail cackled like a witch as she pulled the trigger on her rifle and let the bullets rain over the camp.

She was too early.

"ICETAIL! NO! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! I TOLD YOU TO WAIT-" Bluewhisker was cut off as a bullet soared past her, coming dangerously close to her face.

Icetail was going insane. There was no way anyone could stop her, because anyone that dared to try would get murdered. Nobody knew what do do. Blood spewed from all angles as cats were shot and killed. Everybody was trying to run out of the camp, but failed to do so as they all got shot.

This wasn't the plan! Bluewhisker was mad that Icetail had fucked up, but since she'd lost control, she and the other ex-warriors needed to get out of there.

"Guys, just run! Don't worry about Icetail! Just get out of here before she shoots us!" She yelled to Fishfur and Lightpelt.

The two of them nodded and bolted out of the camp. Bluewhisker followed, looking back at Icetail one last time. She wished she had a middle finger to raise.

TO BE CONTINUED!