Wildstar93: Hey there, everyone, and welcome back to the Warrior Cats Parody! Before we begin this chapter, I have a little story to tell you.

When my mom was a kid, she lived around Orwigsburg and Pottsville. Sometimes for lunch, they had this pizza that she said was the best pizza they've ever had. I think eventually, they opened a pizzeria with the same kind of pizza my mom had at school. She's loved it ever since, and I decided "Hey, why don't I include that in this parody?" And there you have it.

Also, again, I hope you all like this chapter. Anything wrong with it, you just let me know, and I'll fix it. Constructive criticism is always welcome as long as you're civil about it.

Uploading Date: June 15, 2017

Enjoy!

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Old And Young...Which Is Better?

Graypaw went to meet with WindClan, leaving Firepaw all by his lonesome. He had found his first ShadowClan cat, and he would celebrate with pizza. But...why did he want to get pizza? Was it because he was born in an Italian restaurant?

"No, that's Garfield," Firepaw told me, the narrator. "Quit with the comparisons already! Sheesh!"

"Sorry. You do look kind of like Garfield."

"Do I look like I'm orange and in charge?"

"You're orange, but you're not in charge. What about Don - "

"Didn't Spottedleaf say no politics in this story?"

"Were you there when she said that?"

"...touché."

Suddenly, he was blindsided by a cheap shot. A huge boxing glove had sent him crashing to the nearest tree. But since he was not in an anime world, the tree did not split in two and then fall. That was when he finally got a good look at his attacker.

"Ha. A puny apprentice! Easy prey for Yellowfang," the cat remarked, an old dark gray she-cat with a flat muzzle. "From now on, you're a Pajama-wearing basket face, slipper wieldin', clype-dreep-bachle, gether-uping-blate-maw, bleathering gomreil, jessie oaf-looking scooner, nyaff plookie shan, milk drinkin', soy-faced shilpit, mim-moothed snivelin' worm-eyed hotten-blaugh, vile-stoochie, cally-breek-tattie!"

If they weren't fighting, Firepaw would've smiled. Did this Yellowfang like Samurai Jack too? But he had a job to do, and that was to make sure that this cat was off of his territory, and he could go back and work on building his Pokémon team.

"You're on ThunderClan turf," said Firepaw. "Move on!"

"Oh? And who's gonna make me?" sneered Yellowfang, briefly blowing a raspberry at him. "I'm just here to get something to eat. And maybe THEN I'll be out of your pelt."

Firepaw brightened a little at one part she said. "Are you going to Little Caesar's Pizza?" he asked.

"Little Caesar's Pizza? I ain't here for that junk!" Yellowfang scoffed. Then with a proud look on her face, she went on, "If you ask me, the only best pizza is Pottsville Pizzeria. We always had it for lunch back when Cedarstar was the leader."

"Isn't that in Pottsville?" Firepaw asked. "It's got good mountain scenery, from what my owner said. By the way, I got two questions: where exactly is this forest set at, and can we get pizza together?"

Yellowfang took a deep breath as if steeling herself for the answers. "First, I think it's in the New Forest in England...then again, the newer series kinda takes place in a North America area," she mumbled to herself. Then she snorted and went on, "And second, after the way you flat-out jumped on me? I ain't taking you out for pizza!"

No pizza? Firepaw thought furiously. Out loud, he said, "Liar! You flat-out punched me in the face with a boxing glove. So leave the ThunderClan territory!"

"Excuse me?" Yellowfang retorted. "I could kick your butt easily, right here and right now, you little whippersnapper! That is, if you're gonna stand there like a video game-playing kittypet!"

That really grinded Firepaw's gears. He ran over at her, ready to give her an Attitude Adjustment.

But Yellowfang was quicker than Firepaw thought. She caught him by the throat and said "Don't start what you can't finish, whippersnapper!" before she Chokeslammed him to the ground. Thus, they began their WWE match right here in the forest. Around them, the prey remained totally unharmed, mice even grabbing popcorn to enjoy the fight more.

"I don't wanna hurt you, old lady!" Firepaw warned her.

Yellowfang spat a rotten tooth out. "Are you kidding me? I needed a fight!"

They fought on some more until after the third Attitude Adjustment. They had been evenly matched, but this one sent Yellowfang down to the ground pretty hard. Firepaw kept his guard up, ready in case she played possum.

"Okay, I'm beat!" Yellowfang gasped. "Go ahead, youngster. Run me through with a sword or whatever. What're you waiting for?" she growled as he hesitated. "Are ya a Clan cat or a kittypet?"

This made Firepaw tingle with fury. Was she going to say other kittypet jokes like watching too much Aristocats?

Yellowfang saw the look on his face and cackled. "Ha! I got you triggered! Looks like ThunderClan's decided to bring over a fat lazy kittypet, huh? They're that desperate, huh? Even more desperate when they beat up WindClan for apparently stealing all the Oreos!"

Firepaw frowned. He had no idea what she said, and he didn't want to find out. "No we're not!"

Yellowfang snorted. "Fine. You're not that desperate. I believe you. Whatever." She winced and pulled herself up into a sitting position, briefly doing the grabbing leg gag Peter Griffin once did. "If you don't mind, get me something to eat."

"Pizza?" Firepaw guessed happily.

But Yellowfang gave him a glare. "Nah, you ruined my mood for pizza," she retorted. "I'd like some grilled chicken instead, with red beans and rice. It's fine southern dining right there!"

Firepaw frowned, but there would be another day for pizza. So he left to go hunt it down. But then again, one does not simply find grilled chicken or red beans and rice in the forest. So he went to the local Neighborhood Walmart, snuck some samples out, and carried them back to Yellowfang.

When he came back, Yellowfang pretty much took it with just a grumbling "Thanks" before she began eating. As the old cat ate and burped, Firepaw started going over his phone, looking for more Harry Potter FanFiction. He was looking for what of it he liked better or least than canon. But the old she-cat saw this and scoffed.

"Back in my day, we didn't use those darn new phones you got," Yellowfang growled. Firepaw glanced up briefly before continuing, and Yellowfang kept ranting, "And cats used to be respectful of others' opinions. Now we've got you whippersnappers like you mouthing off to tradition and disrespecting their elders! If I weren't as old as I am now..."

Suddenly, she stopped chewing and looked up. "Crap...ThunderClanners are coming this way," she groaned. "Get outta here."

"Is 'ThunderClanner' a real word?" Firepaw asked curiously.

"Why yes, it's as real as...now how should I know that?" hissed Yellowfang. "Are you deaf? I said move it!"

You told me to get outta here, not move it, thought Firepaw mutinously. But now that he thought it over, he remembered Lionheart saying something like "The Clan and the Fellowship must be fed first!" He had broken the code on his first solo mission, and he was not looking forward to polishing all of the Clan's trophies, elbow grease and all.

To be continued...