When no one is watching: rising storm
(Thanks to Icefoot for the idea for this one)
Fireheart ran behind the rest of his clan, fleeing from the fire that was slowly but surely destroying their home. Suddenly a cry came up from the front line of cats. Cloudpaw, Fireheart's apprentice and his sister's son, hollered,
"The author's on a coffee break! Let's have a party!"
"Are you CRAZY!" hollered Mousefur, "In case you hadn't noticed, we're fleeing from a FIRE!"
"Oh, right," said Cloudpaw, his ears drooping. Suddenly a cry came up,
"Patchpelt and Halftail are missing!" It was Smallear
Goldenflower cried, "Bramblekit is missing too!"
"And Yellowfang!" said Cinderpelt, her voice shaking.
"Oh no," breathed Fireheart. "They must have realized the author was on coffee break and stayed to have a party!"
"Won't be much fun without Tigerclaw's arm farts," Muttered Cloudpaw.
Fireheart hurried back through the burning forest. When he got to camp, he saw Bramblekit hanging from a branch, but no sign of the elders or medicine cat. Fireheart grabbed the kit, but knew he didn't have time to go back for the others. (He knew they were in there, he could hear the sounds of a party going on.) He ran back to the others.
Eventually they crossed the river and came to the RiverClan camp. The party had been temporarily moved to the Riverclan camp. So the ThunderClan cats happily feasted on chips and soda and stuff while their home burned to the ground behind them.
The next morning, RiverClan pushed ThunderClan back to their own territory, because they were running out of soda. They stumbled back into camp (Because they felt like stumbling) and found the charred remains of Tallstar's stereo system. How it got into ThunderClan they didn't know.
"Tallstar will be angry," commented Mousefur dryly.
"Wouldn't you be!" cried Cloudpaw, sinking to his knees and crying. "That stereo system was top of the line! Cost Tallstar 30 mice and a squirrel!"
"He paid 30 mice and a squirrel?" cried Fireheart, distracted, "That's amazing!" Just then he noticed the bodies surrounding the stereo system. Yellowfang, Patchpelt, and Halftail were still wearing sombreros and holding maracas in their non-opposable-thumbs, as though they had still been partying when they died. But wait! Yellowfang was still alive! "Fireheart," she croaked, "I've always meant to tell you this, but I never had the courage until now," she paused, then said, "The way you do the polka- it stinks." And then she died.