The gang padded through the thick green forest, sights set on Sandstorm and the BloodClan camp.
"So, what's our path?" Cinderpelt asked, tilting her head curiously.
"Well, we need to go up and cross the Thunderpath into the ShadowClan camp, say hi to Tigerstar, go west for a long time, cross the trees and the other part of the Thunderpath, cross the Thunderpath AGAIN into WindClan camp, jump the river into RiverClan, jump the river again into Sunningrocks, run to Treecut Place, run through a couple of Twoleg nests and POOF! We're at BloodClan!" Firestar explained.
"Couldn't we just go through the Tallpines?" Frostfur mewed, raising an eyebrow.
"That's no fun!" Graystripe chirped.
"Yeah! We need some plot development up in here!" Firestar added.
"Firestar, I highly detest this! We could be caught or run over by a monster or drown or - " Cinderpelt stuttered.
"I completely trust in my decision. Now let's go!"
No matter how much the group didn't want to go, they knew they had to stay with him. "Fine!" they hissed.
And so, the group started heading north toward the Thunderpath.
Meanwhile, back home, Whitestorm had been in charge of ThunderClan ever since Firestar and the group left. And only now did he remember that there was a Gathering tonight. Whitestorm paced around his den, worried.
"It'll be fine! I'll stay at camp and protect it if you want." Mousefur (whose fur was made of mice) kept telling him. Her fur-mice squeaked encouraging squeaks to try to calm him down. Whitestorm stopped pacing and took a deep breath.
"You're right. I can do this. " Whitestorm told himself. "You and Lostface (who, by the way, had lost her entire face and is now blind, can't taste anything, and can't smell) can stay here and protect the camp."
"Are you sure you want Lostface protecting the camp? She can't even see for StarClan's sake!" Thornpaw (whos paws were made of thorns) asked with a scoff, sitting next to Mousefur.
"Thornpaw, it's fine. She still has claws and I can kick her into things." Mousefur mewed softly.
"Ugh, fine." Thornpaw hissed, rolling his eyes. "Where's Mom, anyway?" he asked.
"She went on a mission with Firestar, Graystripe, Bramblepaw and Cinderpelt." Whitestorm replied.
"A mission? For what?" Thornpaw asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Were you even paying attention when Scourge came?" Mousefur asked, shooting a glance down at Thornpaw.
"Yeah, how does that relate to the mission?!" Thornclaw asked, genuinely confused. Whitestorm facepawed.
"Ay clan de la estrella mio..." Whitestorm muttered. Thornclaw was again confused as that was not a common expression among ThunderClan or any other cats he knew for that matter. He decided to shrug it off.
"So can I go to the Gathering?" Thornpaw asked.
"No." Whitestorm answered simply.
"Why not?!" Thornpaw asked.
"Remember the last time Firestar let you go to a Gathering?" Whitestorm growled. Dream sequence music played in the background.
"Unhand me, Thornpaw!" Graystripe yowled, grasped between two ends of a slingshot looking stick. Rested on his gray body was a rock. Thornpaw was slowly pulling him back, a mischievous smirk on his face.
"Naw, dude, this is gonna be so funny!" Thornpaw mewed.
"Stop!" Graystripe said one last time. He was too late. The rock went rocketing off of his body.
Meanwhile, Bluestar (who was neon blue), Tigerstar (who was actually a tiger), Tallstar (who was about as tall as an oak tree) and Crookedstar (whose body zig-zagged back and forth) were all standing on their respective stones.
"I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy!" Bluestar yowled as she glared at her fellow leaders.
"I'm not crazy! I'm not - OOF!" The hard, gray rock hit her right between the eyes, causing her to fall back and roll down the rock.
"ACK! OH! AGH! OOF!" she hissed as she rolled down. All of the cats roared with laughter as she tumbled on down, especially Tigerstar. The other leaders jeered at her as she finally reached the ground.
"She may not be crazy, but she sure is clumsy!" Crookedstar laughed.
"She should be called Bumblestar!" Tigerstar sneered. Tallstar didn't say anything, but laughed to himself.
Bluestar, however, was embarrassed as a cat could ever be. But more so, she was burning with rage. "WHO DID THIS?!" she howled. All cats at the Gathering went silent. The azure she-cat meant business. And they all knew the instigator of the crime would be punished severely by the furious feline. Her fur stood on end and her angry blue eyes zoomed around the forest, trying to seek out the culprit.
"Well?! Speak up, mousedung!" Her blue fur seemed to be more intense now as she slowly lost her patience.
"Please don't sell me out, please don't sell me out..." Thornpaw muttered.
"It was Thornpaw! He used me as a slingshot and shot that rock at your head!" Graystripe yelled.
Everybody's vision turned to Thornpaw. Including Bluestar's.
"THORNPAW! You are hereby exiled from ThunderClan! Come back when you've written a 5 page essay on oak bark on why you did this and why you won't do it again!" Bluestar hissed. Thornpaw shrunk back. He was in trouble.
"Y-yes Bluestar." Thornpaw muttered.
"And it better be good!" Bluestar shrieked.
"Y-yes Bluestar!" Thornpaw mewed, a little bit louder but also a bit more fearfully.
"Now go!" Bluestar shouted.
"Yes, Bluestar!" Thornpaw promptly scattered away, tail between his legs.
"Oh yeah..." Thornpaw mumbled, reminiscing of the time along with Mousefur and Whitestorm.
"Didn't you have to write, like, five essays before you could come back?" Mousefur asked.
"Six." Thornpaw corrected.
"Oh yeah..." Mousefur muttered.
"Anyway, there is no way that you're going to the Gathering tonight, Thornpaw!" Whitestorm said.
"Aw come on! Please?" Thornpaw asked.
"No way!" Whitestorm hissed.
"Please?!" Thornpaw begged.
"NO!" Whitestorm growled.
"No offense, but the only time you went to a Gathering you were acting like a kit!" Mousefur added.
Thornpaw cleared his throat. Mousefur and Whitestorm were worried now.
TRACK 1: ThunderClan Kit (Parody of Hollaback Girls by Gwen Stefani)
Thornpaw: "Uh-huh, this my shh, all the -paws stomp your paws like this!
FEW TIMES I'VE BEEN CALLED LIKE THAT
SO YOU CAN'T JUST CALL ME AGAIN LIKE THAT
CAUSE I AIN'T NO THUNDERCLAN KIT I AINT NO THUNDERCLAN KIT
FEW TIMES I'VE BEEN CALLED LIKE THAT
SO YOU CAN'T JUST CALL ME AGAIN LIKE THAT
CAUSE I AIN'T NO THUNDERCLAN KIT I AINT NO THUNDERCLAN KIT
Oooh, let me come, let me come
Oooh, let me come, let me come
Oooh, let me come, let me come
Oooh, let me come, let me come
I heard that you had a gathering, and you didn't think that I would hear it!
Cats are hearing you talking 'bout that, getting every 'pprentice fired up
So I've got a plan, gonna lead the clan
Gonna get to the Trees, Don't care what you say
That's right, so shut your mouth, getting every 'pprentice fired up
FEW TIMES I'VE BEEN CALLED LIKE THAT
SO YOU CAN'T JUST CALL ME AGAIN LIKE THAT
CAUSE I AIN'T NO THUNDERCLAN KIT I AINT NO THUNDERCLAN KIT
FEW TIMES I'VE BEEN CALLED LIKE THAT
SO YOU CAN'T JUST CALL ME AGAIN LIKE THAT
CAUSE I AIN'T NO THUNDERCLAN KIT I AINT NO THUNDERCLAN KIT
Oooh, let me come, let me come
Oooh, let me come, let me come
Oooh, let me come, let me come
Oooh, let me come, let me come
That's right, Whitestorm, meet me at the Trees
No fights, no blood, we're all at peace
4 clans, meeting at Fourtrees
But they all pray to just one
So I'm gonna go, gonna give it my all
Gonna make you proud, gonna prove it to ya
Mousefur: Fat chance!
Whitestorm: There's no way you're going! Ask me when hedgehogs can fly!
Thornpaw:
FEW TIMES I'VE BEEN CALLED LIKE THAT
SO YOU CAN'T JUST CALL ME AGAIN LIKE THAT
CAUSE I AIN'T NO THUNDERCLAN KIT I AINT NO THUNDERCLAN KIT
FEW TIMES I'VE BEEN CALLED LIKE THAT
SO YOU CAN'T JUST CALL ME AGAIN LIKE THAT
CAUSE I AIN'T NO THUNDERCLAN KIT I AINT NO THUNDERCLAN KIT
Oooh, let me come, let me come
Oooh, let me come, let me come
Oooh, let me come, let me come
Oooh, let me come, let me come
Mousefur, just say it, Whitestorm's foxdung, F-O-X-D-U-N-G
Whitestorm is just foxdung! F-O-X-D-U-N-G!
Say it, Whitestorm is just foxdung, F-O-X-D-U-N-G
Whitestorm is just foxdung! F-O-X-D-U-N-G!
FEW TIMES I'VE BEEN CALLED LIKE THAT
SO YOU CAN'T JUST CALL ME AGAIN LIKE THAT
CAUSE I AIN'T NO THUNDERCLAN KIT I AINT NO THUNDERCLAN KIT
FEW TIMES I'VE BEEN CALLED LIKE THAT
SO YOU CAN'T JUST CALL ME AGAIN LIKE THAT
CAUSE I AIN'T NO THUNDERCLAN KIT I AINT NO THUNDERCLAN KIT
Oooh, let me come, let me come
Oooh, let me come, let me come
Oooh, let me come, let me come
Oooh, let me come, let me come!
Whitestorm and Mousefur gazed at Thornpaw in awe.
"Wow..." they gasped.
"So now can I go?" Thornpaw asked hopefully.
"Ugh, fine! But one more slingshot incident and you will never go to another Gathering as long as you live, you hear me?!" Whitestorm growled.
But Thornpaw did not hear Whitestorm. In fact, he got lost at "but" because he was too busy cheering. He was finally going to get to go to a Gathering for the first time in forever!
