Again, you guys didn't send in characters! Really? Six days? Well, don't stop until I say so. When Cinderpelt said she shouldn't let the audience choose anymore, well, keep doing it anyway!

"Hi, Cinderpelt. I think I'm ready," Brownleaf told her.

"I think you'll do great, Brownleaf. You would'nt have been a news intern if you weren't," she answered.

"I just hope Longtail doesn't come."

"I thought he likes Mousefur!"

"He does. We broke up. When he retired he dumped me for Mousefur, even though we're still friends."

"Do you have an 'interest' now?"

"No, but, I'm really good friends with..."

"With who?"

"It doesn't matter. The show starts in two minutes."

"Well, I sure hope you don't start with him! You're too young!" An old tabby called from the audience.

"Mom!"

"Well, Brownleaf, you'd better turn on and point the camera to me and Cinderpelt, or else our TV viewers won't be happy," Mistystar called from beside Cinderpelt. She turned the camera towards them, flicked a switch, and gave then a signal to begin.

"Welcome, to Win A Date With Cinderpelt! And congratulations to our new camera cat, Brownleaf! Today's contestants will be: Brokenstar, Dustpelt, and Owlwhisker! Give 'em a paw! And the lucky lake-lover will take Cinderpelt to Russetfur's Roller Rink! And here they are!" Mistystar announced. Two of the toms walked quite calmly to the chairs, while the last one padded on quite nervously.

"C'mon, Dustpelt! It'll be fun! Brackencloud will understand that you couldn't help comi-" a light brown tom started.

"First of all, it's Ferncloud, not Brackencloud, and second, yeah, I guess she will understand. Sorry Ferncloud! I wouldn't come if I weren't abdu-" Dustpelt interrupted and was interrupted.

"That's enough, Dustpelt! Just take a seat and we'll continue," Cinderpelt began as the toms were seated, "Now, first question: What's you're favorite movie of all time?"

"Oh, oh! I like The Tsunami. Splash was really good as the main character," Owlwhisker said.

Cinderpelt rolled her eyes. "Owlwhisker, these are your favorite movies, not the worst movies of all time! Good thing Onestar didn't name you Owlbrain."

"Ferncloud and I like The Right in Our Stars. Mostly because it was directed by Spiderleg, but it was a pretty good movie anyway," Dustpelt answered nervously.

"I like Yowl. That guy with the weird white mask was me!" Brokenstar mewed proudly.

"Okay, well, I like The Right in Our Stars, too, so, Mistystar! Point for Dustpelt!" Cinderpelt called. Dustpelt let out something that was half wail, half cuss. And he grabbed his face and pulled it down in disgust.

"Well, Dustpelt now has a point, and Owlwhisker and Brokenstar still have none," Mistystar's pillow-soft voice rang across the building. Dustpelt did his 'thing' again.

"Alright, well, question two: Would you agree that Owwhisker probably needs extreme mental help now?"

"Uh, yeah! We shared a cell-I mean suite! He's cray-cray!" Brokenstar yowled.

"I don't really know him," Dustpelt answered.

"Dustpelt, give a real answer!"

"No, I really don't!"

"Fine. And Owlwhisker, you can't answer. A point for Brokenstar!"

"Now Brokenstar and Dustpelt are tied, and Owlwhisker should be watching other toms earning points on those super-good mental hospital TVs!" Mistystar announced.

"Will do. Stormfur! Midnight! Get this lunatic off my stage!" The two guards grabbed Owlwhisker and dragged him carefully backstage.

"Well, now, third question: How pretty am I?" Cinderpelt gave.

"I'd say, you're probably about seven or eight. I mean, you're pretty, but but Ferncloud is prettier," you can guess who said that.

Brokenstar snickered. "You're afraid! Ten, Cinderpelt! Or eleven!"

"Correct, Brokenstar! Mistystar! Point for him!" Cinderpelt shouted.

"Now Brokenstar has two points, and Dustpelt has one," Mistystar said.

"Last question: Since we'll be doing another Win A Date With Stormfur next week, will you tell your she-cat friends their addresses so we can ,er, invite them?"

"No! You'll never get anything out of me! I'll protect Ferncloud and Icecloud with my life!" Dustpelt screeched.

"But what about Hollykit and Larchkit?"

"Neither of them, too!"

"I'll tell you an address! Yellowfang! I'l give it to you at Russetfur's Roller Rink!" Brokenstar answered.

"Go ahead and give me the address, Brokenstar," Cinderpelt said. Brokenstar whispered it to her, "Well, it looks like she'll be on next week! And I like you, Dustpelt. Two points for him!" Again, Dustpelt did his 'thing'. Brownleaf turned the camera to her.

"Well, I hope Ferncloud doesn't use him for her bedding tonight! And now for our interview with Heathertail: I had love once." The camera turned off and on again to show the tabby she-cat sitting.

"So, Heathertail, what was it like for you when Lionblaze told you he couldn't meet you in those tunnels anymore?" She asked.

"Well, Brownleaf, I thought he was my friend, the one that I could trust. When he told me we couldn't meet anymore, I was devastated," Heathertail answered.

"Ah. So, why were you so hostile toward him afterwards?"

"The same reasons. When I found out we couldn't b together, I wanted to show him the choice he made was wrong," Heathertail dug her claws into the chair, "And now I regret asking him to meet in the tunnels. If I were Brokenpaw then, I would've asked Lionblaze to rename me Brokenheart after he told me."

"Oh. Well, I hope you enjoyed this episode! Tune in next week to see, well, Win A Date With Stormfur!"

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