Authors Note:
Yesa, I have finally decided to continue my parody. :)
Ahort, please don't flame that. /
It seemed like moons before the bus finally pulled to an antagonizingly long stop. Graystripe's fur was severely overgrown, his face no longer shadowing five a clock. Cats around him were getting off, and unfourtunately, Graystripe went with the crowd.
Blinking, the tom turned around sharply, senses trying to comprehend all at once. Yes, cats were happy here. But there were also many twolegs. Many, patting each cat happily, cradling queens in their arms. Horror twisted on his face as he stopped and bent back his head to the heavens, parting his maw to let out a pained cry.
"FRIENDS! Can you not see that these twolegs are our enemies?"
In fact, at that very moment, Graystripe was overcome by an enormous wave of she-people, each one squealing happily. The pain was too much too bear for him. "Accursed banshees! Be gone!" cried a voice. At that moment, a man in a funny-looking white hat approached, flicking water on each one of the fangirls. They immeadiately evaporated, as the hoyl being bent closer to the former warrior.
"Hello, there, little buddy." the priest said with a dazzling smile. Graystripe was wary. He had heard about men like this, and queens who had mysteriously dissapeared, like Leafpaw. So, the tom wisely stood wary.
"Ha. I won't hurt you, just take you home." the man laughed, his hat falling off to reveal silky white hair.
Graystripe blinked before darting off into the bushes, his eyes wide. how close had that last encounter just been? Shaking his head, he noticed that the swarm of cats was shoving him closer and closer to the outskirts of the forest. His amber eyes darted to the left and right, and somewheer in the distance, he heard spy theme music.
"That must be my clue!" he shouted, and noisely dashed into the woods, face streaming dramatically against his face. His paws hit the ground exceptionally slow.
Suddenly, his moment was interrupted by the sharp tingle of water. He was running into the ocean, with a few lifeguards (with wonderful bods, might I add) running next to him. The baywatch music was playing.
"Godammit!" he yelled.