Firestar was furious. He threw the fresh-kill pile all the way to ShadowClan. Well hey, if Tigerstar were there, Tigerstar would just die. I mean honestly, Firestar was slashing everywhere and screaming, "BLOOD! I NEED BLOOD!" is what Firestar was wailing all day, slashing everywhere.
Graystripe meowed softly on his way out of Cinderpelt's den, "Well at least you got another chance to kill him!" He paused. "Oh, and if you want blood, then I suggest you order a Medium Rare Steak… Ooh, gotta run before Firestar kills me!" Graystripe ran out faster than you can say "I'm dead and so is Tigerstar".
After that Firestar set up a Clan meeting on his calendar for sunset and 6:00 pm.
" Uh, Firestar? Can I talk to you for a moment?" Graystripe asked peeking through the lichens (I think that's what they're called).
"Sure. Step into my office." Firestar mewed.
"You pick your nose?" Graystripe wondered.
"How did you know- I mean, what gave you that idea?" Firestar asked.
"First of all, there's green gooey stuff like mouse dung everywhere and you have all those scratches on your nose from trying to dig for gold with a claw—okay. Let's cut right to the chase. Are you all okay about Tigerstar-" -Just at Graystripe mentioning Tigerstar's name got Firestar flippin' out- "I mean, You-Know-Who coming back from Wal-Mart?"
"No, I'm over it. But I'm gonna talk to The Clan about it." Firestar mumbled.
"Well I hope you don't flip out later! Bye!" Graystripe meowed on his way out.