Konciawa offered this fic up, and I couldn't miss it. It's my first random one...tell me if you like it!

Ravenpaw came running into the ThunderClan camp one morning. "HEY BLUESTAR!" he shouted. "HEY EVERYBODY! OAKHEART SAID THAT YOU CAN'T HURT STONEFUR! He said it a long time ago, but I forgot before then because...um...well, the series would be way too short if I told the whole real story back then. All right? 'Bye!"

He ran away, just as Fireheart came out of the warriors' den. He saw that Bluestar looked sad, so he ran over. "What's up, O great leader of the forest that I-"

"It's...it's Oakheart!" sobbed Bluestar. "I loved him! And we had kits, by the way. I was gonna keep them, but I had a Tigerclaw moment back there and gave them up. And now...now I regret it suddenly! Even though not that long ago I was all set to raid RiverClan!"

"Bummer." Fireheart licked a paw. "Oh, wait! Yeah! Graystripe's got almost the same problem! His girlfriend's gonna have kits!"

"What? Kits? NOOOOOO! It'll end badly! I know it! NOOO!"

At that moment Cinderpelt came into camp, carrying two cats. One supposedly was exactly like her mother, only it said before that her mother had green eyes and the kit had blue eyes. The other looked like Graystripe. No arguments there.

"Their mother's dead," Cinderpelt announced.

Fireheart looked at Bluestar. "How'd you know?"

Bluestar opened her eyes very wide. " 'Tis she-cat's intuition," she meowed mysteriously.

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Spottedleaf came to Fireheart into a dream. "WATER CAN QUENCH FIRE."

"What's that mean?" asked Fireheart, stupidly not noticing the way that his pelt, as it stated repeatedly, glowed like a flame.

"WATER CAN QUENCH FIRE." Spottedleaf meowed unhelpfully.

"Yeah, I heard, but what's it mean?"

That's when he woke up.

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When Fireheart came back to camp, the cats were fighting rogues. He ran to Bluestar's den, and saw that she was fighting Tigerclaw. "I can't believe it!" she yowled. "My she-cat intuition didn't forsee this! It has failed me!"

"CHARGE!" yelled Whitestorm, coming into camp just then to chase out the rogues.

"NO!" Tigerclaw snarled, and Fireheart pushed his head in the dirt. "I've always wanted to do that," he purred. "And this."

He picked Tigerclaw up by the scruff and carried him up the gorse tunnel, tossing him out into the ravine. "SEE YA, SUCKA!"