What happens when Sandstorm finds out what Firestars REAL name was in his Twoleg home? What happens when Graystripe goes bonkers for spuds? FIND OUT NOW!

Sandstorm was patrolling alone near the Twolegplace. As she leapt over a log, a scent wafted up her nose. Pricking her ears, she saw a black and white tom moving threw the undergrowth loudly nearby. With a snarl she leapt in front of the tom, who finched backwards.

"Who are you?"

"S-Smudge… I was looking for Rusty…"

"There's no Rusty here!"

"B-But when I saw him last he said his name was F-Firepaw…"

"Oh, Firestar? Why?"

"I-I wanted to ask him to come back home…"

"Firestar's happy here, he's the lead of ThunderClan and has two kits of his own. Which happens to be my daughters."

Smudge gasped, "Then you don't know!"

"Know what?" Sandstorm cocked his head to one side. Smudge edged closer.

"Rusty's initials are R.A.P.E.R." whispered Smudge. Then he started cracking up,

"R is for Rusty the rust-colored cat.

A is for Augustus the fat.

P is for Paranoid

E and R are Evil Raper and that's Rusty the cat."

He looked up, expecting to see Sandstorm laughing, but instead saw Firestars furious face. Ah, there was much blood shead that night.

Firestar and Sandstorm found Graystripe under a bush, rocking back and forth and muttering to himself.

"I swore I stole 100... But then… 98... 99... And NO ONE HUNDRED!" he began giggling madly and continued rocking back and forth, muttering, "where's my spud, where's my spud." he looked up to Firestar and Sandstorm, "Have you seen my little Poh-Tay-Tah-Toh?"

"Poh-Tay-Tah-Toe?" the two of them meowed in confusion.

Graystripe sighed and whipped a chalkboard and a chalk piece out of his furry coat. carefully he wrote on the chalk board: Poh-Tay-Toh + Poh-Tah-Toh Poh-Tay-Tah-Toh

Just then Brackenfur entered licking his lips, "My that was a great potato."

"YOU ATE MY POH-TAY-TAH-TO! YOU MUST DIE!" in a heartbeat Graystripe had his former apprentice in a headlock while Squirrelflight padded in with a potato in her mouth.

"Graystripe, how many times do I have to tell you not to roll your potatoes into my nest!"

Graystripe released Brackenfur from a headlock and snatched the potato away from Squirrelflight.

"Oh my dear Poh-Tay-Tah-Toh we will never be separated again."

Sandstorm looked cross, "Graystripe, your irritating me, I'll give you three seconds, Graystripe, to get moving."

"Oh quick, here, Firestar, take this book and tell every she-cat I've ever met that I love her."

"Holy Crap This book is packed. Graystripe, I have a problem."

"One…"

"What's that?"

"I can't read, and you can't write."

"Two…"

"Good point. So just tell Silverstream I love her."

"Silverstream is dead."

"Another good point gosh who mad you the point-"

"HOLY CRAP HERE SHE COMES! GET RUNNING GRAYSTRIPE!"

"What! NO! SHE HAS CLEATS ON!"

"MOVE! HEAD FOR THE HILLS! GET TO THE LAKE! DON'T FORGET TO WASH BEHIND YOUR EARS!"

Squirrelflight looked over to Firestar, "Do you think he'll be alright?"

"He? I'm more worried about Sandstorm. I just hope he doesn't have her slip a disk, I need her to go on patrol tomorrow."

Squirrelflight sighed, toms.