When no one's watching; fire and ice
(People seemed to enjoy the last story I wrote, so here's another one! Also, this is how you spell hilarious.)
Fireheart looked up at the sun and sighed. He was supposed to go rescue Windclan today; that was what he and Graystripe were doing now, but he really didn't feel like it. If only the author would go on another coffee break! There seemed to be a shortage of coffee breaks in English homes lately, because the author hadn't been on a coffee break since he was an apprentice.
Fireheart looked up at the clouds. The ever-present face of the author looked back down at him. Suddenly the face disappeared, and Fireheart heard the sound of a coffee maker-thingy!
"Sweet bite of mouse in leaf-bare," he cried, nearly startling Graystripe out of his skin, "The author's gone on a coffee break, time to party!"
"hoo-ray," cried a random cat behind them, dancing the can-can. All the ThunderClan cats (even the kits!) came out of camp and together they hurried towards fourtrees, ready for another party.
'This one will be even better than the last one,' thought Fireheart excitedly, 'I heard Tallstar ordered away for a stereo system!'
The ThunderClan cats down the slope to fourtrees, to find…
"They're not here!" cried Ravenpaw, who had come back from Barley's farm, because everyone likes a party.
"Oh!" said Spottedleaf and Lionheart, who had come back from the dead, because everyone likes a party.
Just then all the other cats from all the other clans Jumped out of the trees where they had been hiding, right onto the startled ThunderClan cats.
"Help," Cried Darkstripe, "its raining cats and cats!"
"Let's get this party started!" said a Windclan elder, who turned on the stereo system and started shaking her but.
"Woo woo!" cried Tigerclaw, Starting his musical arm farts again.
"Come on, Tigerclaw!" Silverstream cried, "We were all having fun!"
"Silverstream," Graystripe called, who somewhere between books one and two had developed a major crush on her. "You've come back to me!" He ran over to her and started licking.
"Get off!" Silverstream cried, who still did not like Graystripe. "I haven't died yet, you know!"
"Oh, right," said Graystripe, "sorry."
The rest of the party was fun. They danced and tried to do Karaoke, but they didn't have thumbs, so they couldn't hold the microphone. Finally, the author finished her coffee break, and the cats had to return to their regularly scheduled programs.
(Just so everyone knows, I've been writing one or two chapters a day in my various stories, but we just got a big homework project at school and might not be able to write that fast anymore!)