Thanks, icanhazlolcatsplz, Jedi Kittin, SkittlebitSpriggles, and Moonstream-Warrior, for reviewing! I'm glad you are enjoying it. :D Also, I would especially like to thank Jedi Kittin for recommending this story to Moonstream-Warrior! Sorry this update has been taking me awhile. I am very very very sorry! And I'm assuming that the cats live in England or Scotland.

I am neither the Erin Hunter people nor George Lucas. Ergo, I own none of this. And I don't own the Muffin Man, his song, or Chuck Norris. Definitely not Chuck Norris.

Chancellor Blackstar called the Senate meeting to order.

"Welcome, my friends, to the first ever Senate meeting of the Forest Republic. Wait, where's Senator Heathertail?"

"Um, she said that she's supposed to be a queen first, so she's not here. I didn't know she was going to have kits." Crowfeather answered.

"Senator Crowfeather, you have spoked out of turn I did not give you permission to speak," Blackstar drawled harshly, not pausing in between sentences. "And, this type of queen is just a ruler, Senator."

Crowfeather would have been blushing if he could have. But, since he couldn't, he shrank back.

"Anyways," continued Blackstar, "as the Senate, we have to make rules! Anyone have ideas on what these rules should be?"

Leopardstar raised her paw.

"Yes, Senator Leopardstar?" the Chancellor acknowledged. He looked at Crowfeather pointedly. "See how it's done?"

The spotted she-cat began,

"How about the Warrior Code?"

The rest of the Senate murmured in consent.

"That could work. All in favor?"

Each cat raised a paw.

"Now we shall tell the rest of the forest these new rules!"

The Senate began to shout "Booyah!", six of them running off to spread the work around.

Onestar was out hunting when suddenly, he smelled a whiff of rabbit scent. He quickly located it and tore off in its direction. The poor rabbit only heard him coming before it was too late. Onestar pounced.... and it died. Then he caught another scent; it was Kestreltalon and..... Tallstar? The confused leader buried his rabbit stalked off in their direction. Kestreltalon was crouching underneath a shrub. Tallstar pushed many large cubes of something orange to him just as Onestar found them. Immediately, he was mesmerized. The cubes could only be the WindClan-famous cheese! Kestreltalon had brought some back the day before, and the whole Clan had become hooked.

"CHEESE!" Onestar yowled, leaping into the shrub.

In reaction to this sudden, surprising movement, the floating Tallstar stuck out his two front paws and zapped the tom with hurtful blue--things---that looked like many bolts of lightning intertwined.

"Ow!"

Tallstar bared his teeth. Foam poured out of his mouth.

"Do--not--try--to--hog--the--cheese!" he hissed.

Onestar's face began to quiver.

"Y-yes, T-T-Tallstar," he stammered.

Tallstar glared.

"Geez, Onestar, you're so pathetic! Maybe I would have been better off with Mudclaw as leader!"

The black-and-white dead cat then quickly became happy. Way too happy. "Hey! I feel a prophecy coming on for you, Onestar! Now, where did I put it?"

He rummaged around his fur with his nose, pulled out an envelope that said "PROPHECY" on it, and beamed. He opened the ivory envelope. "Ah, here it is. Okay: Beware of the pig from the Southwest. There you go; have fun with it."

And the former leader disappeared with a puff of smoke. Onestar turned to Kestreltalon, who had already licked up at least two cubes of cheese in the process of watching the episode between his leader and Tallstar.

"Could-- I have some of that cheese?" Onestar asked.

"Nooooooo!" the other cat wailed. "Later!"

As soon as he had finished speaking, a pig burst out of nowhere.

"I am the pig from the Southwest!" it proclaimed.

Then, for no good reason, it sneezed all over the two cats. And, just like Tallstar, it too disappeared with a puff of smoke. After standing rooted in their spots for quite a while, Onestar and Kestreltalon finally headed back to the Clan camp. When they got back, they found the whole Clan waiting for them. With a huff and a puff, both sneezed on all of WindClan. Kestreltalon dropped the misfortunate cheese all over the ground. Then every cat started sneezing! What exactly was going on....?

Millie had recovered from the after-effects of the greencough. Now she had to take a break from her kits! Hastily, she got Graystripe to take over the caring of the three kits and hurried out of camp.

Ah, what a lovely day!

Soon enough, she heard some sort of odd noise. She had heard it before. Was it a Twoleg singing?

"Do you know the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man?

"Do you know the Muffin Man, who lives on Drury Lane?"

The Muffin Man?!? Who the heck was the Muffin Man? Instantly, the ground broke open. The clouds darkened. Thunder rumbled. And on a platform of steel came a Twoleg donning white clothing.

"I am.... the Muffin Man!" he boomed.

Millie backed up slowly.

"No, not the Muffin Man! Wait, what do you do exactly?"

The Muffin Man looked outraged.

"You don't know what I do?! Why, I make the best muffins in the world! Um, well, besides Chuck Norris, of course."

"Sure...."

"To prove it to you, I will give you one of my muffins! Free of charge, too!"

He suddenly beamed, the creepy and powerful aura leaving him completely. With a snap of his flour-covered fingers, a muffin appeared in front of Millie. Hesitantly, she poked the papery wrapper off with her nose and took a bite. Immediately, her eyes became mesmerized, black and white swirls of hypnotism.

"Is.... is that.... bl...blueberry I taste?" Millie took another bite of her complimentary muffin, quite like a robotic cat. The Muffin Man beamed.

"Yes; very good, Millie!"

"H... how do you know my name?"

"The Muffin Man knows almost everything, my dear, four-legged friend."

He beamed and suddenly disappeared, leaving only the scent of freshly-baked muffins behind him. Millie's head jerked up from just finishing the muffin.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Muffin Man and muffins! Come baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!"

But the Muffin Man didn't come back, and neither did his muffins. One of Millie's eyes twitched as she sulked back to the ThunderClan camp. Oh, how she missed the muffins already!

Again, I am soooooooooooooo sorry for not updating quickly! However, I am now out of school (woot!), so I will be able to update more often. Find out what happens to WindClan in the next chapter! And will Millie ever get the Muffin Man to come back? Thanks for reading!