I'm so, so, sorry guys!

Okay, let me explain the hold-up:

Vacation

School

Lost interest

I know you're probably screaming at me for the last one, but let me tell you this: I haven't read Warriors in so long that I've simply become detached from the series. I know, I know, you're probably going to hate me for this, but ... I've kind of lost interest in fanfiction too.

Now before you chase after me and try to lock me up in prison, let me just say that my journey on here has been wonderful, and hearing from all of you has really boosted my writing. But ... I don't want to piggy-back from other authors any more. And I really don't have a lot of time for this site anymore. Am I calling it quits? Maybe. I might just recede back into my life for a while and than explode back onto this website in like a few months. Or a week. Or a few days. Or maybe even tomorrow. idk, it's just whenever my creative juices start flowing again.

And YES, I know there were only four chapters in What Would You Do, and I'm sorry for that since I thoroughly enjoyed this story. That's why I decided (against my will) to write you guys an excerpt of what Chapter 5 would have been like. I just simply can't finish it, since I've just lost my interest and now it seems like hell to even end it.

Anyway, please enjoy this little excerpt.:)

Yellowfang was bawling her eyes out.

As the black she-cat howled with grief, Hollyleaf was desperately trying to calm her down while Rain started knitting a Get-Well-Soon Scarf. Brokenstar sent his mother a selfie of his handsome face saying that he was still there and Raggedpelt was just a big giant pile of mouse-dung, and Darkstripe had sent another anonymous love letter to Willowpelt. When questioned how that would help the What Would You Do? host, he merrily replied: "I don't know. But I know I can help Willowpelt!"

Here was the problem: Raggedpelt had divorced with Yellowfang.

Yes, dear readers, a tragic, tragic, dilemma. Yellowfang is now forced to admit that she is still single, a word that slipped off her tongue like slime and seemed to taste pretty badly, since she could not help but make a face whenever she heard/said the word. I don't know what words taste like, but let us play along with this metaphor.

But the show must go on.

As soon as Brambleclaw called in to inform that the cast had to start filming, the memory of Yellowfang's and Raggedpelt's divorce disappeared from the cast member's minds and all of them were back to work work work work work. Brokenstar, in his snazzy black suit, jumped onto his plushy flowery chair and spun in excited circles while Yellowfang managed to get herself onto her paws and find her hot-pink flashcards. Darkstripe let out a loud cry when Hollyleaf ripped up his not-yet-finished love letter and threw it into the recycling bin, saying that he shouldn't bother. "Whitetail and Willowpelt is the celebrity couple right now," Hollyleaf scolded, "And I'm not going to let some desperate lovesick single ruin my favorite pair!"

Darkstripe dashed a quick angry note to Hollyleaf, bordering the piece of notebook paper with frowny faces. Then he stuck it into her pocket mirror, hoping that when she went to check her reflection, she would see an army of faces with angry eyebrows down-turned mouths and black scribbly funnel clouds above their heads. He really, really liked revenge. If getting-back-on-your-nemesis was a person, he'd take it to Las Vegas and dump his dreams of getting close to Willowpelt and instead, marry Revenge. Oh, the glories they'd do together …

"Rain! Put down your knitting and start up the camera!" Hollyleaf was extra grouchy today as she rudely snapped at the camera cat. After all, Lionheart had just beaten her on the online Cat IQ test, which was getting on her nerves. She was the smart one. She was the perfect one. She was the one that was supposed to be flawless! And so, with her demoted pride, Hollyleaf could not help but feel pissed off at everyone around her.

It was a gloomy day at the What Would You Do? studio.

Even Brokenstar felt it. Sadness/Madness/Gloominess/Insane-ness were things that were intangible but yet, Brokenstar felt as if they were invisible ghosts, zipping around and ruffling his fur. Ugh. He hated the Sadness/Madness/Gloominess/Insane-ness and Taco-Loving Invisible Ghosts. Yes, dear reader, Brokenstar just despises tacos.

As Rain dutifully set aside her knitting, and Yellowfang shuffled onto the middle of the stage, Brokenstar straightened the bowtie at his throat and straightened his back. The queens in the crowd swooned. The single ones, at least. The taken she-cats all gagged.

Soon, the music started to play and the spotlight's beams of light danced around the stage. Yellowfang managed to let out a weak purr. "Welcome … welcome to Warriors Got Talent." She trembled. She glanced at Brokenstar. "Here … Here is your lovely host Brokenbaby who actually stayed with me through these hard times when Raggedpelt broke up with me yes I am calling him Raggedpelt now instead of Raggedstar because he's a dirty piece of scum who DIVORCED WITH ME and now you may see that I'm about to break down in front of you all and I desperately hope I don't cause I just look terrible with my mascara running down my face and I just want to tell ALL YOU SINGLE LADIES THAT YOU MUST NEVER DATE RAGGEDPELT THAT PIECE OF CROWFOOD BECAUSE HE IS A PLAYER, A PLAYER, YOU HEAR ME?!"

Brokenstar jumped to his feet. "EVERYONE!" He boomed. "Hold up your right paw and repeat after me!"

The crowd did as they were told.

"I," Brokenstar began. "I," chorused back the crowd.

"Promise to remember that my dear ol' dad is a PLAYER!" Brokenstar crowed.

"Promise to remember that my dear ol' dad is a PLAYER!" the crowd repeated. One or two let out annoyed whines that they, in fact, did not have Player Fathers, but Brokenstar pretended not to hear them. The King must trust his own instincts and not care what his subjects say.

"And," Brokenstar continued. "And," the crowd echoed. "I promise that when I see Raggedpelt in StarClan," Brokenstar said. The crowd repeated his words. "That when I see Raggedpelt … I tell him to go back to church and confess his sins to Jesus!"

"That when I see Raggedpelt I tell him to go back to church and confess his sins to Jesus!"

"Very good," Brokenstar said.

"Very good," the crowd echoed.

"You may all stop repeating me now."

"You may all stop repeating me now."

"STOP!"

"STOP!"

"STARCLAN, IT'S YOU ALL IN THE CROWD THAT NEEDS TO GO BACK TO SUNDAY SCHOOL!" screeched Brokenstar.

"STARCLAN-"

Yellowfang shook her head. "Enough is enough. Brokenstar …" her eyes started tearing up. "I have never heard or saw … something more beautiful in my life!"

"Ahem," Hollyleaf grumbled. "Show? Hello? GUYS."

"RIGHT," Yellowfang remembered. "Today on the show … we have Tigerheart, Dovewing, and Bumblestripe!"

The crowd cheered as the three cats paced onto the stage.

"You all are competing for a chance to win a place in Tallstar's Kitchen of Tall Starred Meals of Tall Plates of Teriyaki Chicken!" Yellowfang let out a breath. "That was a mouthful," she grumbled.

So, yea, that's it. Sorry. :( I might just finish it when I'm more interested in it again, but for now ...

You guys all thought it was hilarious but I guess part of the reason was because of the low amount of reviews. Yes, I sound like a selfish brat but 15 reviews in 4 chapters is like 3.25 reviews per chappie. And I'm sorry ... I just need more motivation. More interest too.

I'll just let you guys guess the end in the reviews ... if you can.(; And then who knows ... maybe this isn't the end. .3.

~ellz