When no one's watching; forest of secrets
(Sequel to the sequel to When no ones watching)
"You don't need to go out hunting again tonight," Tigerclaw growled as Fireheart approached. "Bluestar has chosen you and Graystripe to go to the gathering."
Fireheart's ears twitched with excitement. It was an honor to accompany the Clan leader to the gathering, where all four clans met in peace at the full moon.
"You had better eat now," Added the dark coated deputy, "we leave at moonrise." He began to stalk across the clearing toward the Highrock, where Bluestar, the clan leader, had her den; then paused and swiveled his massive head to look back at Fireheart. "Just make sure you remember which Clan you belong to at the gathering." He hissed.
Fireheart felt his fur bristle as anger flared inside him. "What makes you say that?" he demanded boldly. "Do you think I would be disloyal to my own Clan?"
"Heck yeah!" cried Tigerclaw. "Do you think I wasn't watching when the author went on coffee break, time before last? You went and sold our secret to Shadowclan!" then he pouted, "And cats say I'M disloyal!"
"You are!" cried Graystripe, coming up behind Tigerclaw at that moment. "In case you hadn't noticed, we're not allowed to say anything like this when the author is watching!"
"So it's a good thing she's not!" said Tigerclaw. Fireheart looked up at the sky. It was true!
"Yeah!" cried all the pieces of fresh-kill in the fresh-kill pile.
"Fireheart? Did that pile of fresh kill just say something?" Graystripe mewed.
"I think so!" replied Fireheart. They approached the pile slowly, circling it as they would an enemy. Tigerclaw even stopped making farts with his arms ("Oh!" said all the kits, which had been watching and giggling.)
Suddenly the fresh-kill pile EX-PLO-DED! "Run for the hills!" cried Mousefur.
"There are no hills!" shouted Willowpelt.
"Then run towards whatever geographical feature takes you fancy!" cried Bluestar. They ran away from the now-non-existent-pile-of-fresh-kill and the random talking elephants that had been hiding inside of it, and who were now following the cats to whatever geographical feature took their fancy.
Speckletail stopped and turned around. "WHERE DID THOSE RANDOM ELEPHANTS COME FROM!" she screamed. The random elephants stopped and shuffled their feet guiltily.
"Uh, sorry," said one, and they vanished.
Then the ThunderClan cats all went to fourtrees and had another party and listened to Tallstar's stereo system, and ate the chips provided by Nightstar, until the author came back.