Riverclam

"Graystripe. Hey, Graystripe, wake up." Graystripe woke up, smelling a very familiar fishy scent in the air. He jumped, a paw pulling away from him. "Mistystar?"

A blue she-cat laughed. "I'd wish, its Mistyfoot."

Graystripe stared dumbly at her. "Wait a second. I'm was exiled by Leopardstar and I went back to Thunderclan."

"What are you talking about? Leopardstar never exiled you and you never returned to Thunderclan." Mistyfoot turned to the weed-covered entrance.

"Oh and you're in the morning partol." Graystripe blinked before scurrying out the den.

Graystripe was eating a water vole with Misrtyfoot when Leopardstar jumped on a large rock, calling out. "Excuse me, everyone. I'm calling a clam meeting here."

Graystripe gasped. "Did she just say clam?"

"What? I didn't hear it," Mistyfoot replied, looking at him weirdly.

"Clam mates, gather around."

"There it is again."

"I'm not hearing anything."

"She said it, she said twice now."

"Dude, just clam down."

"Now you said it!" Graystripe pointed at Mistyfoot. The clan leader knocked on the rock.

"Order in the clam!"

Graystripe couldn't help himself. "Why are you saying clam?!"

"Nobody's saying clam," said a Riverclan cat.

"Nobody ever said the word clam," said another.

"She just did!" Graystripe stated in a loud voice, before a crab hit his face.

"Ookay, don't be so crabby."

"Cod man, chill out." By then, Graystripe ripped out the crab to reply while twitching an eye. "You just said cod. You just said COD."

"Can I kelp you with something?" asked the Riverclan medicine cat, Mudfur.

Graystripe shook, tearing out. "What is wrong with y-you?"

"Oh, good reef," sighed Heavystep.

"But you-"

"Rhyme me a river." Leopardstar popped out of nowhere.

The poor tom's voice had by then, turned into a squeak. "y-you just-"

"Oh you are just full of abalone, aren't you," said a cat, patting his head from behind.

Graystripe fainted at that last one.

"Leafpool! Leafpool! Somethings wrong with Graystripe!" a ginger she-cat cried out for her daughter.

"What's wron-. Graystripe!" The pale brown tabby dropped her herbs, running to the grey elder. She poked the tom gently, finding no responds.

"This is bad. How long has he been like this?"

"Just a while ago."

Leafpool stared at the sleeping body. "He did say he's tired and we're unable to wake him up. We should let him sleep and see how he is progressing."

Graystripe sudden sat up. "Now you said it!" he accused to no-one before dropping back to his nest. The mother and daughter glance at each other. What just happen?

Okay, so this is based on a video on Youtube, "Why Graystripe left Riverclam" by Mama Tad.