Meanwhile, Dovewing came awake flailing and screeching. "Mai hot pink iPhone!" she screamed. "Where iz it?"
She shoved her paw inside of a magical furry pocket and pulled out an iPhone in a shade so neon orange it half-blinded the cats closest to her. Ivypool woke up to hear the most annoying buzzy chatter from her sister.
"OMG, liek, I knowz! So then, I told Berryz, I know u r but whut m I? And then, he said, like, Doveyz! Ya, like, needz to show more respectz for teh senior warriorz! Yarly! I so pwned him! Roflmaobbq! And then, I like, called Minnowz, and she saiz she sawz Willowz, and she wuz, like, so hot wiz her makeup! Kestrelz, liek, ttly asked her ouuuttt! O, o, guess wut, guess wut happn'd todaaaaaay? Like, guesssssss?" Dovewing paused. "I ate a sqrrel, and den I like, lost, like, a whole pouuuuuund!" She paused again. Her eyes widened, and she squealed with glee. "Norly? With a pineapple? And he sayd that? Like, no wayz! Can't believe I miss'd it!"
Several hours later, Dovewing's minutes ran out. She threw a tantrum, sobbed into her nest, and fell asleep, grieving.
Ivypool groaned and rolled over. She hated phones. Every she-cat, and most of the toms, now owned one. Ivypool gazed at her own sensible LG smartphone that was the color of her eyes. The only reason she had used it so far was to report border crossings by those pesky ShadowClan cats.
"My wireless is too slow!" screamed a voice from the back of the den.
When Stormfur had set up a wireless network, they had all fallen in love with it. It was officially named The InterClan Message, Email, & Online Photo Sharing Database, but that name was too long, so the Clans knew it by the acronym, TIc-ME-OPhS.
Mothwing had designed a chatroom so that they could have their Gatherings online. It was only supposed to be used once, during the full moon, but it was quickly discovered by the warriors that they could use it any time of the day. They all had Facebook accounts as well. Her least favorite tom had offered to friend her at least once a day, as well as constantly spamming her with messages such as: C me the river at moonhi, Ivypool.
"Heeeeeeyyy, Ivypaaaaw," droned a cool male voice from the entrance. Ivypool groaned and rolled over, gazing up at the gray tom adjusting his sunglasses. Ivypool stood up, stretched, and walked right past Bumblestripe without glancing at him. The tom's disappointed look only lasted for a second. Ivypool jumped aside as Bumblestripe charged past her, picked up a vole in his teeth, and dropped it at her feet.
"I'll get my own, thank you," she meowed, secretly snickering at the betrayed look on his face. "This one is moldy." She turned the vole over to show him where his teeth had pierced it. "See? Something punctured the skin, and now it's rotting."
The vole wasn't rotting. Bumblestripe gazed sadly into Ivypool's blue eyes as she bristled at him.
"What happened between you and Dovewing?" asked Ivypool. Bumblestripe shook his head. "She likes Tigerheart now. The warrior code doesn't matter anymore."
It was true. The warrior code had been neglected ever since they had discovered the first pair of sunglasses.
"Ooooh, Bumblez, u just got re-jec-ted!" They jumped as Blossomfall broke their gaze. Ivypool snatched up the vole and snapped, "I'm giving this to the elders," before dashing off. Bumblestripe hissed as Blossomfall nudged him.
"I don't know what went wrooooooong," he mumbled, drawing out his vowels so as to be cool as possible. The she-cats sighed in sympathy. Blossomfall breathed in his ear, "U gotta sho her yer stylez, Bumblez!"
Icecloud, Rosepetal, and Cinderheart gathered around him and chorused, "U gotta show her wut yer wurth!"
"Did you plan this out to make me feel stupid or something?" muttered Bumblestripe.
"He'z onto us," hissed Blossomfall, and the other she-cats giggled, waltzing away to the fresh-kill pile.
A.N.- YAYY A NEW CHAPTER! WOOT WOOT! I also added a bit on to the first chapter because I felt like it.
