On WindClan territory, it was even worse than RiverClan. The kits were ruling the clan, while Onestar was playing with moss and trying to suckle from one of the queens. Smokekit had a cigar in her mouth, an OBEY cap on, and shades the size of her head, while Brindlekit ordered Harespring to drop and give her 50. Harespring did his best, but only managed to get to 1/9999999999999999999999999999 of a push up before collapsing. Kestrelflight was giving the sick cats MTN. Dew soaked moss instead of water soaked moss. The elders and queens were swimming in the stream that marked the border with ThunderClan. The river was full of beer here, instead of champagne. There was a ThunderClan patrol swimming in the stream too, but no one cared, since they were filled with insanity. Meanwhile, outside the camp, being outside hunting when the drunk craze started, Gorsetail, Crowfeather, and Emberfoot were throwing FRAG grenades instead of using their claws and teeth, which disintegrated the prey that was in the blast radius. Then suddenly, the whole of ShadowClan's hindquarters came flying up the moor, and tracked down and hit every WindClan cat on the moor. It was madness.
Up in StarClan, the cats were running out of new ways to express how much they were enjoying the scene below. Several StarClan cats were fading forever because of strokes and heart attacks from laughing. "It's time for ShadowClan!" Bluestar announced. "YAAAAAAAA!" the rest of StarClan yelled.
I don't know how many clans there can be... there's a limit on how many clans I can use... Should I start making some up? Reply in the reviews, please.