Clipy: HELLO! Chapter two is underway! (Or chapter 1, technically speaking, seeing how last chapter was more of a prologue.) Me thinks y'all will enjoy dis one. Also, thanks for the non-existent reviews in the last chapter! They mean a lot! FOREVER ALONE... And, sorry about the delay, a little confusion and mistakes on my part. Anything to say, Raikou?

RA1234: *deafening explosion signals my arrival* Actually, Clipy, my Fanfiction persona's name is Fluffy. Cool? Cool. WARNING: You will laugh until you cry(maybe).

Thunder echoed overhead, startling about every cat in Toaster Oven Forest, except for a cat was randomly sitting on a really big tree. Like, really big. Hearing the thunder, the brown tabby tom leapt off the tree, landing into an open clearing without a scratch. Not because he was invincible or anything, but because the clearing, by some coincidence, happened to be littered in very soft bacon.

"Who left this extra-soft moisturizer bacon all over the floor?" he demanded. "Someone could get hurt!"

A truckload of kits came up to greet the cat. Seriously, a dump truck came up and a load of kits fell out.

"We're sorry, Policecar..." they apologised to the Clan deputy before scampering off to find some cool hats.

Policecar snorted in disgust.

Meanwhile, a hunting patrol had just returned to camp. They had forty-seven beetles and three crocodiles in their jaws. Along with a chesterfield.

"That's it?" Policecar asked when they had set their prey on the fresh-kill mountain. "There's usually more.."

Backpack, a senior warrior with bright purple fur, set down his crocodile and spoke to Policecar with undisguised disgust. "They prey is running short," he mewed. "This is all we could find." He flared his nostrils and sat on his crocodile.

Policecar turned to look at the massive pile of fresh-kill, a frown on his face. It must've been somewhere around hundreds of feet tall.

"So little..." he whispered.

The other cats murmured agreement. One of them even quickly wrote a three-thousand page book about how much he agreed.

Greybeard, a five-thousand year-old mottled gray tabby tom, emerged from the elders den. "Back in my day, we weren't shortening on prey!" he rasped. "I remember, back in the day, Hairychest came up to me, and he said, 'Greybeard,', he said, 'would you like a hundred flamingos and seventy-hundred thousand hyenas?' And now, we only get a few hundred Crocs each a day!" he grunted before barfing out his carrot stew from the morning a day before.

Policecar, who was listening with a disapproving look on his face, shook his head. "Greybeard, you need to quit complaining. This isn't a big problem."

"No, Greybeard is right," a voice came from the warriors den. It was Breadloaf, a cream-and-cream she-cat. She bounded down to meet them. "We can't keep going on like this." she murmured.

Policecar stared at her in dismay. "Well, we can't just leave!" he argued. "This has been out home for generations! We can't leave it behind! Not to mention, Yodelheart's bowling trophy collection is here!"

Yodelheart quickly burst out to defend her bowling trophies.

"And why can't we leave?" Phoneline retorted, looking up from his beetle. "The world is a big place. There's got to be somewhere better out there..." his voice trailed off and he looked at his paws.

"If we leave here, we'll be leaving everything we've ever known behind.." Cutelilmouse mewed quietly, shuffling her paws.

"And is that necessarily a bad thing?" the voice came from a tall, black tom with molted brown and orange spots. "We all know how hesitant your ancestors were when choosing to live in this place."

Breadloaf gasped. "Are-are you Sol? The legendary cat?" she asked with awe.

The tom looked surprised. "Me? No, I'm Nigel, Sol's bro." he replied casually.

"Oh." Breadloaf sat back down again.

"Well, what do you want?" Policecar asked, lashing his tail at the stranger.

"I have only come to offer a suggestion about your 'leaving predicament.'" Nigel responded calmly.

"You have nothing we want, spy!" a cat from the edge of the crowd - Elephantclaw - hissed.

Nigel raised his bushy eyebrows. "Would you listen to me if I offered you a cookie?" he asked.

Elephantclaw hesitated. "...Is it chocolate chip?"

"Yes."

"Go ahead, friend, speak away." Elephantclaw purred once cookies had been given. "What were you saying? Something intriguing, I presume." he sat down and rested his tail over his paws.

Nigel cleared his throat. "I am a traveler," he began. "I have seen and heard many things."

"Wow! How interesting!" Elephantclaw meowed over a mouthful of cookie. "Go on."

Nigel shot the cat a glance that probably meant, 'dude... what?' or something along those lines. He continued. "I know of a place where you cats can hunt and frolic in pretty meadows in peace."

"And...?" Policecar wasn't having any of this.

"I thought you might want to take a look..." he meowed, something unreadable glinting in his eyes as he took a bite of extra-moisturizer bacon.

CWIPPY: YEEEAH! That was really fun. :DDDD .3. .3. :3 :P xD xP XDDD OvO O.O ...Anything to add, Raikou? *Trollface*

RA1234: My NAME is Fluffy, Clipy. *random pineapple* JUST TAH MENTION, I WROTE LIKE, ONE SENTENCE IN THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER. EVERYTING ELSE WUZ WRITTEN BY ZEE GUAN AND ONLEH CAP'N CLIPY. *shoves bag of Cap'n Crunch in Clipy's face* EAT CEREAL!

CWIPPY: SURE. I DIDNT HAVE MY BREAKFAST ANYWAY. *Swipes cereal* THANK YOU KINDLY, YOU COMPUTER MONITOR.

Fluffy: Uh-huh. REVIEW PLEZ, YOU LOWLY PLEBEIAN, DON'T FLAME OR I'LL CRY AND DIE! QAQ XD *deafening explosion signals my departure*

Flaming ain't cool. #NuhFlaming