I am here. This was 101Icestormxx's idea. I realized that I have not done a disclaimer in all my chapters.
Dustpelt: Rockstar does not own warriors. Or anything else he mentioned EVER in this story.
Me: Well you're a chicken.
Dustpelt:What?
Me: Doesn't matter. The chapter is starting.
Dustpelt was in a kitchen . He was surrounded by giant talking fruit.
"Got any threes?" asked Dustpelt.
". Go fish." Said an orange.
"You are so annoying!" said Dustpelt.
"Hey cat, what's your name? Is it George?" said the Annoying Orange.
"No, it is Dustpelt!"
"Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure." Said Orange.
"DIE!" screamed Dustpelt as he shot the Annoying Orange with a pistol. Unfortunately, the bullet hit a bouncy rubber indestructible thing and bounced off and hit a strawberry.
"Wow, you have terrible aim. Give me that gun." Said Orange.
"No." said Dustpelt.
"Good idea." Muttered Pear.
"Hey George, why are you such a fail?" said Orange.
"MY NAME IS NOT GEORGE! And I'm not a fail. I have a mate and millions of kits, and friends, and-"
"Hey George," said Orange.
"WHAT?" said Dustpelt.
"Knife!"
Suddenly a large knife came out of nowhere and started to chase Dustpelt. He screamed and fled. But not before the knife had given him a few scratches.
Me: See. Exactly what I mean. You're a chicken.
Dustpelt: I guess.
Me: Duck.(I throw a bomb)
Dustpelt(Now fur smoking):You just love torturing me.
Me: Yes.
Sorry, I just felt like I had to prove to Dustpelt he is a chicken. So R&R!