"WHAT?" I screamed as Jayfeather poked his brother firmly in the ribs.
Ha ha! Your mate's dead!
Now is not the time! I had to stop myself from punching myself in the head as I knelt down beside him. "Also, Poppycloud, you're expecting kids."
"WHAT?"
"Can you stop yelling! Geez. You're moving to the nursery. NOW."
Ha! I won!
Won what?
The argument!
Geez. I packed my things and shuffled down the hall. Everyday I'm shuffling'. Are you fudging serious? I rolled my eyes as Cherrypaw ran down the hall with books in hand and pushed me out of the way. I'm tired of bein' invisible. What the hell is wrong with you? I dumped my stuff on the bed and crashed next to it.
"Are you okay Poppycloud?" Willowsong asked poking me.
"I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"YES I AM SURE NOW GO AWAY!"
"Geez! You didn't have to yell!"
I rolled my eyes and kicked my stuff off the bed and pulling the covers over my head. This couldn't get any worse. I scoffed as someone hit my chest, hard. "Who the hell…!" My voice went shallow as I ripped open to see the dark hair tom standing above me. "C…Crowfeather?"
"That's my name don't ware it out. Now GET UP!" Crowfeather grabbed my arm and pulled me out of bed.
"But you're dead!"
"Nope. Sure enough alive."
"Stop joking around! I killed you!"
"And your point is?" He stabbed me again, raising an eyebrow.
"Ugh. Why are you in the nursery and why isn't anyone attacking you?"
"Because I'm a ThunderClan person."
"Crap."
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"
"You killed my fudging mate!"
"Oh yeah! I'm sorry about that by the way."
"Sorry?"
"He did kill my son."
"He was trying to make me his mate!"
"Who can blame him?"
"Me!"
"So what are you gonna call the kits?"
"Not sure yet…wait! Don't change the subject?"
"Really you're not sure?"
I slumped back down to the bed and rolled my eyes. I rolled over and Crowfeather grabbed my leg dragging off the bed. "Bramblestar wants to see you."
"BRAMBLEstar?"
"Didn't you hear? Firestar died two days ago and Bramblestar got his nine lives last night."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Crowfeather shrugged. "Oh! Whitewing's making tequilas in celebration. Wanna come?"
"WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT A TEQUILA?"
"Cause they're nice?"
"Ugh. Jayfeather said I've actually been pregnant for nine months but nobody noticed. They just thought I was stuffing my face."
"So when are they due?"
"Tomorrow."
"God! Get some rest girl!"
"I was getting there."
"So that's a no on the tequila?"
"GET OUT OF ME FUDGING ROOM!" As he slammed the door behind him I closed my eyes and let myself fall asleep.