The long monster dumped its prolapsed anus into the ground and began to pump. The rest of the monsters had some tube entering their bodies. The stench, which Megadeth called 'gasoline,' and like a mama bird, this elongated monster was syphoning out food to be given to the others, as Twolegs negotiated with large tablet gods in the ground.

"That one." Firedrinker meowed. Seven DeathMetalClan cats started to skulk around, looking for the pet Twoleg to this matriarch as they entered its stomach. "Somebody saw us," Dreadnaught whispered as the other six congregated underneath the Twoleg's sitting-nest. Nobody raised a ruckus about the cats entering a recklessly-opened monster, but one of them had eyed the cats, then pointed them out to a Twoleg standing inside of the nest. Perfect.

All of them knew what they needed to do next. How they did it, well, that was ad lib. Skeletonreign looked around, meowing "What can we use?" Sevenbullets dug his paw into a metal box. "There's a vine under this, and if we can open it there's probably some Twoleg things." Skeletonreign affirmed, "That will do. Alright, everyone in position."

For what seemed like moons, Dreadnaught hunched beneath the sitting-cushion beside Ratstrangler. Sevenbullets and Killshot tinkered with the box. Wolffang, and Nightslash all took above to the canopy of the monster's interior. Skeletonreigns sat on the sitting-cushion, bait.

Elsewhere, five DeathMetalClan cats stalked another prey. A monster hauling refuse in an old secluded section of Twolegplace. All the more freedom on their part, Warpaw figured. The monster made its rounds through several large, shared Twoleg nests before making its way to the Thunderpath, back full of discarded trinkets of the Twolegs. Warpaw followed Thrashheart's lead as this squad made its way towards the monster...

Back at the mother feeding monster, the twoleg returned, his steps heavy as thunder. He unhooked the monster's anus, then turned his focus to the monster's stomach. He reached for Skeletonreigns, with a voice of a gentle gruff coming out of a wholesome smile. Skeletonreigns purred, waiting for the gigantic beast of a Twoleg to lean in a little closer before meowing, "Now."

In a flash, Sevenbullets dropped down with the rope, and Killshot fed it under the Twoleg's neck. The Twoleg reached for the assailants, too enraptured in the chaos to notice Wolffang leaping up with a metal pike from the Twoleg's box. Swiftly, he jabbed it into the Twoleg's eye, churning it into a fine gooey paste as Wolffang and Sevenbullets fastened the vine to various knobs in the stomach. The Twoleg unleashed a roar, stifled by the vine around his neck into a curdling drizzle of fear. Ratstrangler made his move, taking a long, blunt object from the box and striking the Twoleg's legs. He stumbled back, leaving Dreadnaught to strike the Twoleg's thigh and steal the intrument Megadeth described to them as a 'key-ring.' He tossed the flakey metallic mess up to Skeletonreigns, piercing the monster and awakening her.

The two pushed the metal box onto a ledge at the foot of the interior, causing the beast to start to roll forwards. Ratstrangler slashed the Twoleg in the throat, The wound was wedged by the vine as the Twoleg fell out of the monster's stomach. "Dreadnaught, with me to the circle!" Skeletonreign spat the order as he lept up to a wheel that, after a bit of experimentation, proved to steer the monster. As they hurled out of the feeding ground, the monster hastened, the vine grasping the Twoleg's neck as he tried desperately to run alongside the unstoppable beast. He failed, and tripped, and started flailing around. The Twoleg's legs snapped, bone shards and blood splattering around the barrelling monster like a carnage parade as the screaming mass of flesh started tumbling around. It wasn't much longer before the force of the vine completely split the Twoleg's head from his body, sending both rolling along the Thunderpath.

Skeletonreigns meowed, "Sevenbullets, Killshot, watch our six! Ratstrangler, make sure the metal box stays on that pedal!" Dreadnaught kept his position as the monster barreled down the Thunderpath, inciting fear in the Twolegs and causing most of them to steer their own monsters off of the Thunderpath.

Wolffang, meanwhile, found a curious dangling thread that, when pulled, caused the monster to roar.

"And then, Firestar rose back up. He looked Scourge in the eyes, the little cat afraid and confused about why the cat he just killed was standing again." Barley's words scratched throughout the barn, the cats of WarriorClan listening eagerly. He needed to repeat several of his stories for the newcomers to the Clan, yet the Clan veterans didn't mind hearing of the mythical adventures of the wildcats again. A newcomer, BabyYodaskies, meowed, "And then what did he do?" Barley meowed, "He told Scourge, that because of his faith in StarClan, he was granted additional life. Scourge didn't believe it. And I don't think that changed as Firestar then unleashed his counterattack, felling Scourge and defeating BloodClan." Barley went into a little more detail about the fight, using some very flamboyant and whimsical terms to describe it, and the WarriorClan cats stared in admirance.

All except Bigteeth, bursting in through the barn doors in a panic.

"RUN! BARLEY RUN!" The tuxedo's yells starkly contrasted his heaving sides. Barley snorted, "My hearing may not be what it used to be, but I'm not THAT deaf." Monkeystar meowed, "Why? What's wrong Bigteeth?" Bigteeth caught his breath. "There were some scary cats in Twolegplace. They were looking for the Clans. I accidentally told them about Barley, and now I think they're coming this way!"

The WarriorClan cats stirred. Monkeystar purred, "Well, if any rogues want to hurt Barley, we'll stop them." Bugeater meowed, "We'll drive them back just like the old Clans defeated BloodClan!" Chester snarled, "Just who are these guys anyway?" Bigteeth meowed, "They called themselves 'DeathMetalClan.'"

Barley hung his head low after the rest of the cats started asking him about this group, their myriad of questions blurring into one static amolgamation of voices. "They were," he meowed, "Not a real Clan. A group of rogues that envied the Clan life. Unlike you, they didn't want to live honorably, and so they faded into obscurity in Twolegplace." As the rest of the cats fell silent to Barley's words, the air started to fill with the faint sound of a monster roar. He meowed, "I've lived a long life. If the rest of you don't leave, you'll soon get a chance to ask Ravenpaw for some of his stories..."

From over the moor, the diminishing light of dusk started to become undone, as the horizon filled with a blinding light of white, blue, and red.

Firedrinker and the rest of the Clan sat in a perfect distance to watch the scene unfold. From the east, an elongated monster followed by several black-and-white monsters with flashing lights barreled and bounced down the moorland towards the barn. From behind, the black-and-white monsters had some Twolegs start to aim a flashing... twig, was it? Firedrinker concluded that it was an L-twig. The L-twigs made popping noises, which caused parts of the elongated monster to become undone. A round leg of the monster popped. One of his warriors, Wolffang, stuck his head out of the monster for a closer look, only to have it promptly exploded.

Soon, enough was enough, and the elongated monster was tripped by the L-twigs. The fallen god tumbled and rolled over the fence near the barn, crashing into it. From its wounds, a black liquid sprayed throughout the air. Firedrinker recognized it - the same bile that was used to ignite his own fur long ago. The black-and-white monsters parked, surrounding the hunted beast.

Dreadnaught's vision was blurry. When the elongated monster tumbled, he was thrown out from the beast. He would have sat there all night and fallen into oblivion had he not been roused by a splash of rain. A rain of ebony and stink - the food for monsters. A moment of recollection, and Dreadnaught realized that he needed to run.

Warpaw browsed around the monster's stomach as the rest of the DeathMetalClan cats worked their hardest to pilot the thing. "Hey guys," he shouted, "I found a CD!" Spleeneater examined the cover of it. He meowed, "Five Finger Death Punch. Way of the Fist. Mainstream band, but not a bad album." The two of them carassed the disc into a slot that all DeathMetalClan cats knew to be a CD player and cranked the volume up as they slammed the gas, crashing through a Twoleg nest fence and into the moorland.

"Ride to Hell!" Demonslayer howled while at the wheel.

Firedrinker sat in front of the Clan, collectively turning their heads to the side. The Twolegs in the black-and-white monsters were now all outside their beasts, examining the crashed elongated matriarch monster, pointing their L-twigs inside. Then, another light joined the horizon.

The refuse-monster hurled down the moorland, screaming "NO MERCY IS THE WAY OF THE FIST!" as it sped by DeathMetalClan. A cat jumped out, a cat who once thought himself a meteor for throwing a tantrum in the camp. No. Warpaw saw a meteor that night. The massive beast smashed through the black-and-white monsters, tossing the mangled, metal corpses aside as it divebombed into an elongated monster on its side. And when this meteor crashed... oh, the fire. It was as if the sun had come to shit all over this little barn, flame erupting and raining back down from burning compost. The hailstorm of cinders barraged the black-and-white monsters, as well as the fields around the grounds. The black-and-white monsters exploded, after a trail of fire reached out from the impact.

Warpaw was awestruck, meowing, "It's as if our lord came out of Hell to piss on those who would stop our Clan. And what a grand entrance he presents..." A familiar voice rang behind him. "Well said," Dreadnaught meowed. "I didn't think you would survive that."

Warpaw almost purred. Truthfully, he thought the same of his brother. But he didn't say that. Instead he meowed the obvious, "You smell like shit dude." Dreadnaught meowed back, "Go fuck yourself."

The two sat in silence as the rest of the Clan gathered close to watch the spectacle. Burning Twolegs and cats ran about the scene, spreading the fire among the rest of the barn. Several of the barn cats and Twolegs were struck by falling, ablaze garbage. Among other things. Firedrinker and Dreadnaught narrowed their eyes, straining against the blinding radiance of the flames, and noticed that several parts of the barn were blasted away. And from among the shrapnel, they noticed the body of a cat. A cat so thoroughly cooked that it could be spit-roasted at a backwater Chinese restaurant.

Dreadnaught glanced over to the apprentices. Their expressions were a mixture, many of them never seeing anything this brutal before, and some of them excited to top this violence. One looked on in grief. "Nightpaw," Warpaw heard his brother whisper in accident.

Megadeth meowed, "Well that was badass, but Barley's fucking dead. So now what?"

Firedrinker looked around at the group. He did promise them a place to rest for the night, and sleeping in a smoldering crater wasn't ideal. There was one resting place nearby, though, that all Clans knew.

He meowed, "We head to Mothermouth."