Yes, this is the chapter you've been waiting for! Sorry it's been so long, first my internet connection went dead (stupid electric company cutting the cables!) and then i had writer's block, but now it's here! Woo!

Disclaimer- No, i don't own... let me see -counts on fingers- : Warriors, Volvo, Scrapheap Challange, Top Gear, Citroen, Porsche, Mazda or Wagner. Yep... i think that's all of 'em.

The Great Inter-Clan Rally Tournament

This was it, the day of the Great Inter-Clan Rally Tournament. With the driving instructors from each clan confirming the adequate ability of their drivers, the competition was ready to take place. The driving instructors from each clan would be their team's coach and organizer. They were Millie from Thunderclan, Tawnypelt from Shadowclan, Mistyfoot from Riverclan and Crowfeather from Windclan. All the clans except Thunderclan agreed Thunderclan had an unfair advantage, claiming they were full of kittypets and therefore, had more qualified drivers. Thunderclan just ignored them.

The tournament had four stages. The first was a straight forward rally. The chosen driver from each team had to drive their monster around a course which passed through all four different territories. The next was a time trial, driving around the edge of the lake in the fastest time possible, one clan at a time. The third contest was a hill climb in Windclan territory. The final contest would be the most difficult.

Each clan's mechanic (Stormfur for Thunderclan, Rowanclaw for Shadowclan, Leopardstar for Riverclan (all the cats had been shocked about this) and Gorsetail for Windclan) would have until sunhigh to rebuild each clans monster so it would travel through water, across the lake. To help them, Hollypaw had sneaked into (well, broken into, actually, but I was trying not to make it look too bad) some twoleg nests and nicked a couple of TV's. For the past week, the clans' mechanics had been watching old re-runs of Scrapheap Challenge and Top Gear to help them learn how to do the difficult challenge ahead.

Once the aquatic monsters had been built, a driver from each clan would attempt to drive their monster across the lake. First one to reach the other side won.

It was time for the first challenge, and Millie was worried. It was the rally across all four territories, and she had chosen Firestar to be the driver. She had picked him because he was fast and determined, and definitely did not try to pick up she-cats. She still hadn't forgiven Greystripe for that.

Millie strapped Firestar into the monster, she wasn't taking any chances. She leaned over and drove the monster to the start line for him, just to be on the safe side.

When all four clan's monsters were on the start line, the mechanics had five minutes to make any final adjustments.

Thunderclan's red Volvo had a turbo charger installed by Stormfur; Riverclan's Citroën Xara Picasso- in metallic blue- had off-road tyres put on; Shadowclan's obviously stolen black Porsche 911 had a very large rear spoiler added; and Windclan's Mazda MX-5 Roadster Coupe had 'go-faster' stripes painted down the sides.

However, there was also sabotage going on. Blackstar, who was driving for Shadowclan, put sand in Thunderclan's fuel tank. At the same time, Stormfur sneaked over to the black Porsche and permanently set the radio to Classic FM, currently running a complete performance of Wagner's Ring. Leopardstar painted pink bunnies all over the seats of Windclan's Citroën, and in return (although they didn't know they too had been sabotaged), Onestar, driving for Windclan, punctured Riverclan's tyres.

When they'd finished modifying (and sabotaging) their monsters, Midnight the badger, who they'd invited to be the adjudicator, waved a (stolen) chequered flag and the race began. The starting line was on the Thunderclan/Shadowclan border, and it was in Shadowclan territory that the first casualty occurred.

Blackstar was so irritated by the Wagner music that he was desperately fiddling with the radio to try to turn it off.

"Stupid music! I'll rip the fur off whoever's done this!"

All of a sudden, a tree loomed up ahead and Blackstar, completely oblivious to this impending disaster, smashed the Porsche straight into it. When he eventually crawled out of the wreckage, the engine was dead, but the music was still playing.

The howls continued on into the night…

Firestar was laughing his head off at the fate of Blackstar all the way into Riverclan territory. He was speeding along at 50mph and being jolted almost out of his skin, when all of a sudden he passed an OMG sign. Firestar was so busy laughing that he never noticed.

All of a sudden, his monster jerked to a halt and Firestar was stunned. He rolled down the window and leaned out, only to see that he was bogged down in mud. Firestar sighed, cut the engine and jumped out the monster. He pushed and pushed until the vehicle was out of the mud, then jumped back in. He turned the key in the ignition and waited for the engine to start.

It didn't.

What Firestar didn't know was that the sand Blackstar had put in the fuel had caused it to stop working, but up until that point had not reached the engine. But that's why it wouldn't start.

Firestar gave another sigh and proceeded to push the Volvo back to his camp.

Whizzing along at high speed, Mothwing, driving for Riverclan as her apprentice was taking care of any injuries that may occur, and Onestar were neck and neck. All of a sudden, along the lakeside, the punctures which had slowly been deflating Mothwing's tyres finally let them down enough to cause the Riverclan monster to go careering off into the lake.

Onestar was grinning as he sped along and into Thunderclan territory, the final stretch. The Windclan leader was so pleased that he pushed a button and folded the soft-top of his convertible down, to let the breeze ruffle his fur. He just hoped he wouldn't crash, as, unfortunately, the crash helmets they had on order had not yet arrived.

He sped along the forest floor, increasing his speed to 90mph. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and bits of rubber came flying up from the front right tyre. Onestar, however, didn't notice this as he was already upside down with his head embedded in the ground.

He lost another life.

Two days later the cats waiting at the finish line finally realised that no-one was coming and all went home for cappuccinos.

The next race was postponed until the monsters were mended.