Liked my first chap? Thanks for reviewing, if you did. It made me so happy, I was grinning like mad...until my sister threw a grape at me... Sorry it's still short... I'm not that good at carrying on a story... Maybe if you review more I'll write longer? Just a suggestion... Right now the only problem with the story is that I feel like I've done all the things ThunderClan is doing right now... If you have any random ideas, please submit them... I'm going to run out of insane ideas in a couple of chapters... I need to stop jabbering... ONTO THE RANDOMNESS!!

"Well," Tigerclaw said slowly, "I suggest that we have Spottedleaf fly over the RiverClan Camp with Firepaw on her back. Then Firepaw could drop his matches onto those poor excuses for cats. Then Graypaw could play the highest note in the world again-" so far, the apprentices looked thrilled, "WITH every cat in ThunderClan wearing earplugs, of course. Bluestar can play REAL ping pong with the clan..." Tigerclaw rattled on and on with instructions for what the Clan members could do. Longtail could hit enemies with his two-mile long tail. Lionheart would release the lions that he kept locked up (in his heart, of course) and have them crush RiverClan. To give energy for all their efforts, Mousefur would hunt all the mice in her pelt and come up with enough prey to feed every cat in the forest, including kittypets in Twolgplace. Sandpaw could drop all her possessions from Amazon-

"WHAT?!" Sandpaw screeched as she heard that. "DROP ALL MY POSSESIONS?? YOU KNOW HOW MUCH ALL THAT COST??"

"We all have to sacrifice desires to take Sunningrocks back. Redtail died trying to save it!" Tigerclaw hissed. Redtail was a white cat with a red tail. He was originally all white, but Fingerpaint, his mother, had dipped his tail in red paint. It had never washed out.

Darkstripe padded up to where Tigerclaw was speaking. He was a gray cat with a lot of black stripes running across his pelt. Fingerpaint had painted him as well.

"I agree with Tigerclaw. Sunningrocks is ours, and will always be ours. We should fight to save it!" Darkstripe spat at the cats listening.

"Anyways," Tigerclaw continued. "We'll torment them until they promise to give Sunningrocks back! Agreed? Any arguments?" Tigerclaw narrowed his eyes and stared at everyone, daring them to refuse him.

"Agreed" the clan murmured.

"But I can't fly!" Spottedleaf said, trying to prevent any battle, "The sky monster grazed my wing!" Indeed the pure white feathers were speckled with blood.

"Then we will wait until you are ready." Tigerclaw said, dipping his head in respect to the ThunderClan medicine cat. Everyone respected Spottedleaf, even if she was sometimes a bit of a coward.

Three sunrises later

"Ready, Spottedleaf?" Firepaw asked cheerily.

"I'd rather not be..." Spottedleaf muttered

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" The apprentices hadn't gotten over their selective hearing. To the dismay of most mentors, a lot of mornings went like this

"Come on, Sandpaw. Time for battle training!"

"What'd ya say, Whitestorm?

or

"You need to check the elders for ticks now, Graypaw."

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU, LIONHEART!!"

"Oops, get ready for flight," Firepaw said hurriedly.

"It's show time!" Tigerclaw hissed.

Oh no! Will Tigerclaw's plan work? Will the ThunderClan warriors actually take back Sunningrocks? Will One-eye die when ShadowClan takes over the "Sky monsters" and release ninjas on the forest? Or will moldy cheese suddenly stop and force the butter to trap the walnuts and kill the turtle? Will I lose my sanity?! Oh wait, I've already lost it... By the way, Leafsong, the buttered toast comes in around Chap. 4.