How Sunfall REALLY Got His Warrior Name
by:SuperCherry

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PoX's Note: Yes, one day update! This is to make up for all the late updates. Now...almost 100 reviews! If we can get past 100, then we'll celebrate! Free cookies for everyone! Also, if we can reach 150, the 150th reviewer will win a super duper awesome prize from me! So do your best to win the prize!

Now, I realised I forgot to give you the hint in the last chapter, and I'll TRY NOT TO forget this chapter. If I do, immediately strangle me shouting, "Why did you forget? WHY DID YOU?" OK? Good. Signed. Approved. Now remember it. We're going to hurry up and continue reading! Enjoy!

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Entering WindClan territory – accidentally, that is – Sunpaw padded around the bare hills, too excited about his warrior ceremony to even notice that he was trespassing on another Clan's territory. Obviously, it wasn't allowed, but Sunpaw was not aware of it. He was too busy thinking, What is my warrior name going to be? Sunstriker?

And it is not surprising that a WindClan cat had pounced on the stupid Sunpaw. The ThunderClan apprentice grunted with surprise as the attacker landed on him. Scrabbling furiously, Sunpaw managed to throw himself back to his paws to study his attacker.

It wasn't a WindClan cat, Sunpaw realised. It just carried a bit of the WindClan scent. It was a rogue, its fur matted and one ear torn. A fresh long wound along his flank told the ThunderClan apprentice that this rogue had recently got into a fight with someone. WindClan, probably.

"What are you doing here?" Sunpaw asked. "I know I'm trespassing, but you're a rogue. You should know-"

"How dare you and your cats attack me?" the rogue hissed. "Because of your actions, I'm just going to rip your throat out and feed you to the vultures!"

Sunpaw ducked as the rogue just randomly leaped on top of the apprentice. He quickly bolted forward before he got squashed by the rogue and whirled around, claws unsheathed as the attacker fell onto the floor.

The ThunderClan apprentice realised he just won. The rogue wasn't even screwed to sit up anymore, due to his weakness and tiredness.

"Give up now, eh?" Sunpaw meowed teasingly. "Didn't know that an apprentice like me could actually defeat a scrawny-looking cat like you. Although it does make sense," he added to himself. "After all, rogues don't even know how to fight and all they do is act all cool and strong when they're actually just helpless-"

"If all you're going to do all day is mock me," the rogue snarled, "then how about you quickly do the death blow first before you continue on? This is not music to my ears, I tell you."

Sunpaw replied: "Well, I'm doing vice versa. Know what that means?"

"Obviously!" the rogue snapped back. "It means – the sun! We're gonna die! NOOOOO!"

The apprentice sighed impatiently. "Look, if you don't know what it means, then you should just admit it. Now because you lied, I'm going to give you a massive lecture on what vice versa means and how you can remember it and whatever you need to know about that word."

"N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no," the rogue stammered. "I know what it means. I'm just saying...the SUN! We're GONNA DIE! It's FALLING! LOOK UP! LOOK UP!"

"Can you just shut up about the sun?" Sunpaw hissed. "Now, as I was saying...whew! Isn't it hot right now! I wonder what the temperature is..." He glanced up, and his expression turned into a sheer of horror. "OH-ME-GOSH!" he cried. "We ARE GOING TO DIE! WHAT TO DO? WHAT TO DO?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" the rogue replied, terrified out of his fur. "MAYBE WE SHOULD RUN BEFORE WE DIE!"

"BUT TO RUN WHERE?" Sunpaw shrieked back.

"RUN TO SOMEWHERE WITH FRIGGIN' WATER AND HIDE IN THE WATER!" the rogue answered, eyes wide.

"BUT THEN WE'D STILL DIE BECAUSE OF THE HEAT, IDIOT!" Sunpaw snapped back, still scared.

"THEN WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?" the rogue demanded.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Sunpaw yowled. "BY THE WAY, I DIDN'T EVEN CATCH YOUR NAME."

The rogue was surprised. "YOU DIDN'T? WELL, MY NAME IS DEATH, AND WE'RE GOING TO DIE!"

"I KNOW!" Sunpaw cried. "AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHY WE'RE JUST STANDING HERE TALKING! WE SHOULD RUN!"

"WHY IS THE SUN NOT GETTING ANY CLOSER, ANYWAY?" Death howled.

Silence as the land sizzled.

"I...DON'T KNOW," Sunpaw replied slowly, "BUT I THINK IT'S BECAUSE THE SUN IS QUITE FAR AWAY FROM EARTH."

"HOW COME YOU'RE SO SMART?" Death asked curiously.

"I DON'T KNOW."

"AND HOW COME WE'RE STILL STANDING HERE?"

"I DON'T KNOW."

"AND HOW COME YOU'RE SO FRIGGIN' CALM?"

"I DON'T KNOW."

The territory suddenly felt even hotter than usual, and now Sunpaw and Death were going mad.

"MY TAIL IS BURNING!" Death complained.

"BUT YOU CAN STILL LIVE WITHOUT A TAIL!" Sunpaw snapped.

"LIKE WE'RE GOING TO LIVE ANYWAYS!" Death protested, hissing back with a loud voice.

"...TRUE," Sunpaw admitted, "BUT THEN WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT YOUR TAIL IF YOU KNOW THAT WE'RE GOING TO DAMN DIE HERE? YOU SHOULD JUST STOP COMPLAINING AND KNOCK THAT COMMON SENSE PROPERLY INTO THAT PEA-SIZED BRAIN OF YOURS!"

Now it was so obvious that the sun was growing larger, indicating that it was getting closer to earth. Now they were really panicking. But still they stood still, paralysed, not even reacting. If Toadfoot in Truth Or Dare was here he'd be laughing his head off at them before fleeing for his own life. (Read Truth Or Dare to understand what I mean! And I'll update on that story soon, too!)

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!" Sunpaw panicked.

"SAME HERE!" Death yowled.

Suddenly...BOOM!

Breakk~~

"ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?" Death asked, shivering.

Sunpaw blinked open his eyes. The heat was overwhelming now. Sunpaw seemed to be getting cooked literally by something. He tried to stand up, but something as heavy as anything held him down, and he started writhing frantically, wondering what it was.

"Why can't I move?" Sunpaw demanded to Death. "What's even on top of me, anyway?"

"T...the sun," Death whispered. "You're...the sun...is on top of you...yet you're still...alive."

"WHAT?" Sunpaw shrieked. "I'm still alive even though the friggin' sun is on top of me? And even if I'm still alive, as you said, you should have died too!"

"Oh yeah..." Death looked up thoughtfully. "...hey? The sun is still up there, yet the heat is so terrifyingly hot..." he started muttering to himself.

Sunpaw was shocked. The sun was still up in the sky? He looked up, but the big supposedly called 'sun' was still not refusing to move. He started moving here and there, trying to kick his legs free, but he couldn't budge. He glared at Death, who was still looking up.

"Hey! Aren't you going to help me out of this thing?"

Death turned around. He grinned, which made Sunpaw want to sink his claws into that traitor rogue's face.

"Of course...not," he added mischievously. "Why would I? I'm a rogue; rogue's never show mercy to other cats. And I'm definitely not going to help a scrawny-looking cat like you." He whipped around and walked away.

Then died, because he fell into a deep hole that was somehow there.

"LOL," Sunpaw muttered. "What an idiot. Not looking where he was going."

Now Sunpaw was trapped under the 'sun'. However he tried to break free, nothing was working, until nighttime, when the 'sun' suddenly melted into thin air, and that enabled the apprentice to move again. He returned to camp, legs sore and painful and panting.

He was shocked to see what he found.

Dead bodies.

Why?

Because...

Because?

Because.

Because of what?

Because of the sun, you dope!

Sunpaw thought of many things at once. Then he hissed, "Stupid sun. Now I'm going to rule over ThunderClan by myself and build it up again. I'll name myself Sunfall until I receive my warrior name at that *beeping* Moonstone and then *beeping* become leader and return to my *beeping* damaged home and then *beeping* restore it somehow. *beep* that *beeping* *beepwit* and *beep* this and *beep* that and *beeping beep* it and..."

Discontinued due to use of language. Thank you for reading. You may continue to read the end.

In the end, Sunfall couldn't get granted his nine lives yet because of his use of language and thrown insults to StarClan and the sacred place, the Moonstone in Mothermouth. But he got his nine lives eventually, once he apologised and brought in loners, kittypets and rogues into the Clan to rebuild it.

The End. For real.

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PoX's Note: Funny? Well, I'll find out in the reviews. Now we must hurry up and get those 100 reviews, because I'm competing against the Gem Alchemist to get past her on her reviews. So I appreciate everyone who will help let me defeat the Gem Alchemist. She's got like, 30 more than me now, but I'll overpower her!

Now, the hint for the next chapter: Mother of one of the Three. Mother of the youngest of the Three, as I should say. Now, get it right, and your name is to be shown in the next chapter with a prize next to your name! It's a surprise prize, and it'll be a good one, guaranteed. Thank you for reading and please review with anything but flames! They'll be reported.