Cinderpelt came onto the stage, the sharp scent of catmint embedded in her pelt.

"Someone had greencough?" Tansy asked.

"No, I was just walking along inside Cinderheart and we went beside the old twoleg den. Jayfeather and her went to get some," she answered.

"Well, show's about to start. Get in your places!"

"Hey Cinderpelt? Has anyone told you who's competing today? After all, you let the audience decide, don't you?" Mistystar asked.

"No, I don't. Lets see!" Cinderpelt looked at the small card. "Oh, no. That's not good. I'd better choose from now on."

"Why, who is it?"

"Jayfeather, Lionblaze and..." Cinderpelt shuddered.

"Who?"

"Breezepelt."

"Oh, no. You're right."

"Sorry, but, show's starting!" Tansy called from behind her camera. She seemed a bit ill today.

"Welcome to, Win A Date With Cinderpelt! With our awesome, amazing, smart host, none other than Cinderpelt herself! And the contestants are Lionblaze, Jayfeather and, well, Breezepelt. And they'll take her to Mothwing's Gardens, including the world's largest butterfly house! And here they are!"

"Well, I believe there's quite some questions for today. Nope. They're not pre-written. They're going to be completely random. So, first question: What's your favorite book ever, and who's it written by?" Cinderpelt asked.

"I like Warriors and Peace, by Count Leo Tallstar. Seriously, that's Tallstar's full name," Jayfeather said.

"Wait, hold on. You're blind. How can you read it?"

"I got it on audio, mouse-brain!"

"I like How to Knit Socks by Socks. It's not really all that hard, if you ask me," Lionblaze answered.

"You knit? Seriously? You're the strongest cat the Clans have ever known, and you like to knit? I'm so posting that on Pawbook! I like The Misshapen Sphere by me!" Breezepelt said.

"Oh, StarClan, I've got to tell you. The Misshapen Sphere is the worst book in Clan history. It's just a bunch of diary entries!" Breezepelt turned red.

"They are not!"

"Are, too!"

Breezepelt leaped at Lionblaze, claws unsheathed.

"Midnight! Stormfur! Assistance needed!" Cinderpelt called.

"My pleasure to carry angry tom offstage!" Midnight yowled. The two grabbed the giant, screeching furball and dumped him in a small room and shut and locked the door. Scratching noises came from the door. Cinderpelt sighed in relief.

"Well, now, I think both of you deserve a point. Mistystar, give it to 'em!"

"Well, they both have a point," Mistystar said.

"Well, because of that stupid furball, we don't have enough time to have another question without having enough time for Tansy to share some 'news', so the winner is: Jayfeather!"

"Yay!" Jayfeather called. Tansy slowly turned the camera to her.

"Well, guys, take one last good look at me. I'm quitting. Ashfur, Star, Mallow, and I are moving to a rural area where Hollyleaf can never find us. And next week., there won't be a show. We can only use the building on this day of the week, and we don't want you missing out on any other awesome shows. Next week will be auditions to become the next great camera cat, so, well, bye, guys! If you become camera cat, I wish you good luck. And if you get stuck, remember this: WWTD. What Would Tansy Do. So, well, tune in next time for a Tansyless Win A Date With Cinderpelt." By the time Tansy turned off the camera, tears were rolling down her face.

Sorry it was short! And don't send in anybody next time. I've got auditions already covered.