Prophecies-DENIED! }{UF Humor

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Title: StarClans' Prophecies-DENIED!
Chapters: at least 5-I don't know how many new ones will pop up in TPOT...
Author: Rockywave
Pairing: None...except for after death, like Blue/Oak and Ragged/Yellow.
Rating: G
Summary: In StarClan as we know it, the cats are supposed to be peaceful and watch over the Clans, giving them prophecies when in danger. Well, that's assigned to the leaders, medicine cats and every other queen when they die. The rest are just...
NUTS! Here are all the prophecies from what really went into them.
Disclaimer: I am currently gathering magical herbs to bring back _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ (from Twilight). Until then, I don't own Warriors.
Warning: There's a lot of spoilers for those who haven't read NP yet (kinda obvious, it takes place in StarClan). And most of the original series.
Beta: N/A
Cover: N/A

Authors' Notes-Yayness! 500 reads and counting! My favorite cats to write about are Larchkit and Spottedleaf. Oh, and Tallstar. Enjoy!

Chapter I
Fire alone...is warm

On that fateful night when Bluestar and Spottedleaf were gazing up at the stars and talking, Spottedleaf noticed something wrong in the sky. Knowing Silverpelt like the back of her paw, she saw one star was shining a little TOO brightly. After staring at it a moment more, Spottedleaf dismissed it as a new StarClan warrior, perhaps a feeble RiverClan one from the battle at Sunningrocks, desperate to come back.

***

Little did she know it was a fire. And a campfire, at that.

StarClan was sitting around it, roasting vole. "Aren't you glad we found this?" mewed Bluestars' kit to one of Yellowfangs', Needlekit. Since Needlekit was slowly chewing on a huge mouthful of vole, so big he couldn't open his little mouth, his sister Yewkit answered.

"Not 'found it', Mosskit." Yewkit mewed matter-of-factly. "We learned how to control fire." Mosskit gave a low grunt.

"Bossy furball," he muttered under his breath, and wandered off towards Thistleclaw.

"I sure am," meowed Raggedstar. "It opens up all sorts of food possibilities."

"Fire..." Tawnyspots said stupidly, not taking his amber gaze off the flames.

"Yay!" yowled Thistleclaw. "Fire is violent! And destructive! And a reason to say yay! Yay!"

Suddenly Oakheart and Redtail appeared. "Hi, daddy!" exclaimed Mosskit, and rushed up to greet his father.

"Hel-lo, Mosskit!" Oakheart took on a much lighter tone. His eyes traveled to the campfire. "Dah!" the former deputy exclaimed fearfully. "Fi-re!"

"Relax, Oakshizzle." said Bogfoot, one of the warriors who died driving out WindClan. "It's controlled, can'tcha see?" Redtail was, let's just say, a little surprised at how the heavenly warriors he had heard so much about were acting.

"Uhhhhh..." he meowed, dumbfounded.

"Oh, yeah." said Raggedstar suddenly. "Go on up to The Peak. Shockflower and Eveningsky need to talk to the both of you." Redtail tried to exchange a glance with Oakheart, but he was looking as if this was what he expected StarClan to be like, so Redtail followed him up a hill. There the old WindClan medicine cat (they could tell it was Shockflower because of her blinding white pelt) and a blackish she-cat neither of them had seen before waited for them.

"Hello. We just need to record how you two died." mewed the dark gray she-cat, who Redtail figured must be Eveningsky. "Just to finish up your personal records."

"Personal records?" Redtail asked.

"Of course." said Shockflower. She pulled out a pair of pencils and yellowish envelopes out of nowhere, giving two of the four items to the gray queen.

"You first, Redtail?" Eveningsky mewed, pulling out one piece of paper from the envelope she had.

"Uh...Tigerclaw killed me?" he replied uncomfortably.

"Tsk, tsk." said Eveningsky. "He's been a bad boy."

"Erm...why do you need to ask me that?" Redtail said, making his point clear. It was obvious that Eveningsky did not hear the 'you know that already' in his voice.
"No. We work in the Midway Division." said Eveningsky. "Whenever there's a battle, we are sent up to wait for those who die. We're not quite full time partyers, but not PROPHCETENTS, either."

"What's a PROFF-suh-tehnt?" meowed a confused Oakheart.

"And why is the text in capitals?" put in Redtail

"What kits are taught StarClan is." meowed Shockflower. "They're the ones who decide which cats give a life." Oakheart nodded in understanding. "As for yours, the author wants everyone to acknowledge the importance of the PROPHCETENTs, so whenever you say the word 'PROPHCETENT', the reader sees it in caps."

"And I died in a rockfall." Oakheart said. Redtail stepped forward.

"Can I meet these, er, PROPHCETENTs?" he said.

"Sure. Go ahead," permitted Shockflower. Redtail dashed off. The partying StarClanners later heard he was a PROPHCETENT member.

***

In the meantime, Cherrykit and Needlekit were play fighting near the campfire. "Mrrrow!" mewed Needlekit. "You'll never take our stream, Crookedstar!"

"Just watch us, Tallstar!" squeaked Cherrykit, batting at Needlekits' tabby ear. Needlekit pushed Mosskit into the gravel, sending rocks spraying into the air. One rock flew by particularly fast, and knocked a coal off the mainland, onto the land below.

"Aw, man!" said Prariepelt, one of the two others besides Bogfoot who met their deaths forced to drive out WindClan. The gold tom had been sleeping by the fire and was suddenly alert. "That was the warmest one."

"One thing's for certain." said Stripedtail, the last of the trio. "Fire alone will save that Clan."

[azuresong]

Lol. That was actually very funny. XD I joined this site just cuz of that.

OK:

Plot: 10/10
I think it deserves a 10/10. I was supposed to be funny, and it was. It didn't have a super serious plot with all these conflicts, but it's in the comical section anyway.

Readability: 10/10
I didn't get bored, so I think it's a 10/10

Mechanics: 9/10
The mechanics weren't perfect. but I understood it perfectly. ^.^

Originality: 10/10
In my opinion, it was completely original. :-)

Characters: 8/10
OK, there really wasn't a focus completely on the characters. It was kind of hard to judge because since it's comedy everyone just supposed to be funny. But I thought it was really funny how Spottedleaf spoke so fast and is suddenly like a fan-girl unlike her serious personality in the books.

Description: 8/10
It didn't really go to far into detail, but again it's kind of hard to judge a comedy.

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Chapter II
Four will become two. Lion and Stripe will eat and battle...

Bluestar stretched as she awoke by the rising moon. The old leader was startled as Spottedleaf ran up to her. "OmygoshFireheartsleaderhesgonnagetninelivesnowcanIcomepleasepleaseplease!?!?" the medicine cat blabbed.

"Uh, sure." Bluestar meowed. "But try to get a little calmer, 'kay?"

"YeahyeahyeahwhateveryousaymambutwhoelseisgonnacomehuhuhuhBluestarhuhhuh??"

"Umm..." Bluestar was a little confused. Who should she pick for such an important meeting? Then she felt a warm smile creep onto her face. It was like choosing cats for a Gathering. "I choose Redtail, Silverstream, Runningwind, Brindleface, Yellowfang, and you."

"ButBluestarthat'snoteightcatsit'sjustsix!" Bluestar gave a inaudible groan. Now she would have to pick from...down there.

There was another problem. Bluestar sensed danger coming for ThunderClan, but she didn't know what it was. Suddenly, Bluestar had a plan.

She would watch from above the cats and choose two. Bluestar would watch one for a while, and see if she could make up a prophecy. The leader peered down. Lionheart was having a little fun with Stripedtail. It wasn't exactly philosophy, but it wasn't the wild party most of the First Division StarClanners did. And then there was little Swiftpaw, curled up, trying to go to sleep. What a weird little cat, Bluestar thought. Sleeping at night! But still, she picked both, her deputy and an apprentice, to come.

Bluestar decided to observe Lionheart. He took out a box of four cookies, and gobbled down one. Stripedtail did the same. Being the new leader of the PROPHCETENTs, prophecies just came to her now.

Four will become two.

Now Stripedtail extended a paw to grab a second cookie. "Hey," mewed Lionheart playfully and cuffed him over the ear. Stripedtail took it as a serious offense and leaped onto Lionhearts' back. Lionheart gave a screech as he turned around and fought back. Well, Lionheart could be Lion, but Stripedtail? she thought. Then it came to her-Tiger.

Lion and tiger will eat and battle.

That didn't sound right.

Lion and tiger will meet in battle.

That was better. In the process of the tussle, Stripedtail knocked over Bogfoot and Lionhearts' red punch.

"Ooh!" said Bogfoot. "That was some serious diss!'' The red liquid fell below, and Bluestar thought it looked like blood staining the foliage below.

Blood will rule the forest.

Her whiskers twitched in pleasure. "LIONHEART! SWIFTPAW! GET YOUR LAZY BUTTS UP HERE!" she called. Lionheart's long fur blew back. Of course, no cat could disobey an order like that.

A few minutes later.

"I'm doing courage!" yowled Lionheart.
"I'm doing courage!" replied Swiftpaw.
"I'm doing courage!"
"I'm doing courage!"
"I'm doing courage!" Then Swiftpaw had an idea.
"You're doing courage!" But Lionheart was just as crafty.
"If you say so." The golden tabby walked off.

Bluestar jotted down something on a slip of paper. She taped it the Spottedleafs' paw. "Spottedleaf, I want you to read this to Firestar." she explained gently. "We can't have a life-giving cat exploding and making the leader wake up. Try it."

"WiththislifeIgiveyouloveuseit-"

"I meant with spaces."

"With-this-life-I-give-you-love. Use-it-well-for-all-the-cats-in-your-Clan, especially-Sandstorm. I-am-just-a-dead-medicine-cat, Fireheart. Pay-no-attention-to-me, heck-forget-me-altogether. Turn-your-head-to-the-living, Fireheart, and-have-kits-with-Sandstorm-because-she-is-a-much-better-mate-choice--" Suddenly Spottedleaf caught onto Bluestars' trick. "LikeomgBluestarhowcouldyouhuhuhuh? Youaresomeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaannnn!"

"Hehe..." Spottedleaf was still exploding. "Okay, okay. I'll erase it." Unbeknown to Spottedleaf until the dream came, Bluestar left the "especially Sandstorm" part on it.

Chapter III
The Choosing Of the Journeying Cats

Bluestar woke suddenly from a disturbing vision. She signaled the other waking PROPHCETENTs to follow her to the true Moonpool. "I just got a prophecy." she announced. "And it doesn't sound too good." Oakheart, decorating the trees below with streamers and confetti for the nights' party, overheard.

"Hey, Bluestar." he meowed loudly. "I've seen this, too." Bluestar stared at him, disbelievingly.

"Really?" she asked her former mate.

"Would I lie to you?"

"Alright, you old furball. Get up here."

"This doom will swallow up the Clans unless they act like warriors." Which half of these mousebrains don't anyway, thought Bluestar as she spoke. "We must choose four cats, one from each Clan, to find out what this is."

"Ooh! Can I speak for RiverClan, Crookedstar?"

"Thure." said the tabby with his awfully thick lisp. Oakheart stepped forward and stared into the Moonpool. He had to pick someone who would impress Bluestar. Mistyfoot-no, too obvious. thought the bracken-colored tom. Wait-Mistyfoot mentored Feathertail-that's who I'll pick! He let her image be seen on the trembling pool.

"Are you sure, Oakheart?"

"Doy." said Oakheart. "I thought you would like my choice."

"Um, okay." said Bluestar. "Nightstar, you're up." After a few seconds, a small gray and white tom appeared on the surface of the water.

"Uh, Nightstar?" said Whitestorm.

"What?"

"That's an elder." With a flash of embarrassment, Nightstar realized that his eenie-meenie-minie-mo had led him to Runningnose. He quickly changed it to the brave she-cat Tawnypelt.

"Tawnypelt!" groaned Runningbrook. "That's the second cat whose half-Clan!" groaned Runningbrook.

"Aw, Goldypaw named her little kit afta old me?" croaked Tawnyspots from below. "She shouldn't have, the young whippersnapper!"

"Oh well." said Bluestar. "Could ya go get Deadfoot for me?" The gray queen muttered something and went down to the bulk of StarClans' home. She returned with a very confused Deadfoot, a nacho dangling from his jaws. The former deputy swallowed the chip.

"Whaddyou want me for?" he asked.

"Just pick a cat." replied Bluestar.

"Uh, Crowpaw is good." meowed Deadfoot in a bored tone as the gray tom gradually began to show on the Moonpool. "He might be a good leader sometime."

"Deadfoot, are you really as mousebrained as to send an apprentice on such a perilous journey?" rasped Yellowfang.

"Yep. Bye, guys." The deputy padded off.

"That was just great." mewed Bluestar dryly. "Now, anyone want to speak for ThunderClan?"

"OoohooohooohpickmepickmeIchooseFirestarnonevermindhe'sleaderokayokayIpickSquirrelpawyeahSquirrelpawshe'sgoodorLeafpawyeahyeaheitheroneofFirestar'sdaughtersbutnotSandstormokayBluestarokay?" You can guess who that was.

"Umm, in that case, I think I'll choose." Bluestar mewed unsteadily.

"AwbutBluestarcouldyoupicksomeonerelatedtoFirestarpleasepleasepleeeeeeeeease?!" begged Spottedleaf.

"Okay, Brambleclaw's a deserving warrior, I choose him." The Moonpool rippled, and the brown tabbys' shape bounced up and down with the waves.

"WhyhimwhynotSquirrelpawwhywhywhy?"

"Because it's obvious that Squirrelpaw will follow him."

"OhokaysorryBluestarheyI'mhungryI'mgonnagogetamousebyeeverybody." The medicine cat padded off. Oakheart, and Nightstar started to also as the rest of the Prophcetents wandered back to their den.

"Stay here." meowed Bluestar and walked to the edge. "DeeaadFOOOOOT!" she yowled as loud as her voice would allow. The DJ, Bogfoot, stopped the music and the disco ball stopped twirling.

"What now?" moaned the gray tom.

"Get UP here!" Deadfoot limped to the Moonpool.

"So whaddyou want now?"

"Give Crowpaw a dream. Same with you two." Bluestar ordered. She put herself to sleep, and went to Brambleclaw...

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Chapter IV-Fire and Tiger-
aka Spottedleaf comes back to Earth...literally...

The sun was rising one hot morning in greenleaf, even brighter over StarClans' sky. All of the cats, PROPHCETENTs, First or Middle Division, moaning that the sun was shining far too intensely, crawled up to The Peaks' shaded cave.

However, none of the cats seemed to notice that Spottedleaf waited until all of the cats had squished in before she pretended to climb in, then quickly leaped down, with a high stain likeliness sprayable fruit juice (orange flavored) and a matchbox she stole from Twolegs. Spottedleaf sprung from the edge of StarClans' sky to the forest of the actual living Clans. This is what the hyper tortoiseshell was thinking as she was falling-

OMGOMGOMGLikewhatshouldIwrite? FirestarRulzyeahthat'sgoodandthenI'llsetabushonfire! AburningbushyeahyeahyeahhahahaImadeapun!

And then she landed. Hard.

Like any obsessed fangirl, Spottedleaf got up and shook herself off. She was somewhere in Snakerocks. There wasn't a burining bush in sight, and Spottedleaf vaguely remembered in the sane part of her mind (one and 1/28th square millimeters, to be exact) that burning bushes only grew in RiverClan. So the cat settled on a patch of dead bracken.

Spottedleaf sprayed with the fruit can "FirestarRulz" on the ground near the bracken bush and lit a match with much difficulty (she was using her mouth). Spottedleaf flung the flaming stick into the bush, and there was a small explosion as the bracken was set ablaze. Lastly, she dragged a tiger statue out of nowhere onto the scene. "It'sperfect!" she exclaimed.

The she-cat poofed the Twolegs their sprayable fruit juice and matchbox back. That was another thing about Spottedleaf; she was always doing Twolegs favors because Firestar was originally a kittypet.

As Spottedleaf began to transport herself to StarClan in case anybody detected that she was gone. But it backfired and turned the tiger statue into an actual tiger. He growled and yanked his paw upwards, taking with it Spottedleafs' "FirestarRulz" grass. It fluttered away with the wind.

Before Spottedleaf could switch to OMG-OMG-OMG-PANIC-PANIC mode, the tiger, for some strange reason leaped into the flames. He didn't burn up, though. He just was walking around inside there, not showing any signs of pain whatsoever. The tiger finally decided, seemingly, that he had his fun and would leap out. But he hit an invisible wall, and couldn't get out. So he just kept leaping.

Spottedleaf heard voices nearby. She could only catch a few words, though.

"...juice...leaves...infected..." mewed one. "chew...good...bellyache."

"Well done," said another. "Now...dig...roots...many...no more...seasons...come."

"Cinderpelt, come look!" said the first one after a while. Spottedleaf realized that she and Cinderpelt were coming towards the tiger and fire. Quickly she transported to StarClan before the cats came, and this time it didn't blow up in her face.

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Chapter V
Before there is cheese, punch will spin punch...

Tallstar had just joined StarClan. And he had a newfound obsession. Cheese. The PROPHCETENTs seriously considered his joining, but they already had one spazz to deal with. Eveningsky and Shockflower were afraid he'd tear up the personal records looking for his cheese or something, so Tallstar was assinged to the First Division.

Even for them, Tallstar was too much. He ran around yelling "OmG oMg OmG i M $iK gImM3 cH33z N i'Ll F33l B3tR! iF u DoNt I'lL dI3!" When the cat he told that to explained gently that s/he had no cheese and he couldn't die again, Tallstar would scream, "OmG oMg OmG uR $0 m@3N i N33d Ch33Z n N0w I m G0nN4 dI3 n I c4N dI3 @gn!" See what I mean?

"Ugh!" growled Smokepaw. "Ever since he found our freezer-" Smokepaw hated life as a StarClan cat-the place was packed with mousebrains and obsessors. Dappletail was always ordering around cats, Tallstar-well, you know, Bogfoot kept talking "gangsta", and Spottedleaf was constantly tossing down scrapbooks of Firestar, yelling something that, to Smokepaw, sounded like "Mitten bee the crest lever?! Kirk mat hand dorm fur steel in frypans." And then there was his sister Heatkit...

"Yeah, I know!" groaned his friend from ThunderClan, Shrewpaw. He, Smokepaw, and Swiftpaw, were the Trio of Best Friends, also known as "El Tres S-es'". Swiftpaw, however, had to go to the dentist (Yellowfang, ironically) so today it was just the two of them. Bogfoot approached them, beatboxing.

"Yo yo yo, my apprentice homie Hot-n-smoking-paw!" When Smokepaw gave him a blank look, Bogfoot added, "You know, we're from Shadow-shizzle! And I'm yo mama's daddy! Capeesh?"

"Uhh.." Shrewpaw cracked his neck.

"Hey hey, Boggy-foot!" he meowed. "Yo is wickety-wack-wack!"

"Dearest grandfather Bogfoot," began a voice. It belonged to Heatkit. "I declareth that thou gangster talketh and thou jewelry art very inappropriate. I hereby asketh thee to stopeth."

"Forgets me, Shrew-shizzle." meowed Bogfoot. "She is wickety-wack-wack!"

"How dareth thee calleth me 'wickety wack wack'?" hissed Heatkit. The bickering cats walked off.

"That was..." mewed Smokepaw. "Odd."

"Yeah, just a little bit, eh?" replied Shrewpaw. Larchkit, who was hanging around, suddenly started screaming.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she shreiked. "It is the evil-" Here she proceeded to lower her voice. "eh!"

"Oh." mewed Shrewpaw understandingly. "So you have ehphobia, eh?" There was a moment of silence, and Shrewpaw realized what he just said. "Uh-oh."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the kit yelled. All eyes turned to Larchkit. Eveningsky and Shockflower stopped to gaze at the terrified kit, their pencils in midair, along with two ShadowClan warriors, their clients, called Hardstone and Clearbrook. "IT! IS! THE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEVIIIILLLL--" She paused, lowering her voice again. The PROPHCETENTS exchanged worried glances. Was this little kit supposed to be with us? was along the lines of what they were all thinking. "--eh! WITH PHOBIA ATTATCHED TO THE END OF IT! AND THEN ANOTHER--" "eh!"

Cats grumbled in complaint at the pathetic end of this huge ruckus as Larchkit ran off, screeching. "It's times like this when one wants to join the PROPHCETENTS," growled Smokepaw.

"Well, not really." replied Shrewpaw. "They have spazzes there also."

"But they have only two. Spottedleaf the Firestar fangirl and Nightstar, who always wants to play kitty games like 'Eenie-meenie-minie-mo' and 'Pat-a-mouse'." argued Smokepaw. "We, on the other hand, have Bogfoot the 'gangsta', Tallstar the cheese addict, Larchkit the ehphobic," At this they could here Larchkit hollering in the distance. "Heatkit the Middle Ages queen, Deadfoot the nacho lover, Yewkit the control-freak, Stripedtail the Cookie Monster, Tawnyspots the, well, old grandpa--"

"Well, I guess you're right there." meowed Shrewpaw. He stretched, as night was falling, and he wanted to get ready for dancing. "But, seriously, Smokepaw, who wants to sit around all day watching some 'Moonpool' and waiting to see what happens?"

"True, true." agreed Smokepaw.

"OmG oMg OmG i M $iK gImM3 cH33z N i'Ll F33l B3tR! iF u DoNt I'lL dI3!" meowed Tallstar. Smokepaw was fed up with everything and everyone in StarClan, with the exception of Shrewpaw, Swiftpaw, and the First Division freezer.

"YOU AREN'T SICK!" he shouted. "YOU CAN'T DIE AGAIN!" Tallstar looked confused, as no one had responded to his begging for cheese in this way.

"What my friend here is trying to say," mewed Shrewpaw coolly. "is that cheese is not good for medicine. If you can die again, it'll be because of the cheese. Cherry juice is much better for you."

"N0 iT's N0t!"

"Yes it is. Do you want proof?"

"Y3s."

"Then at tonights' party, meet me by the Kittypet Cloud border and I'll show you."

[Ripplepelt]

I'm a guest right now, I'll join later, but this was awesome! It got me laughing and I love Spottedleaf and Tallstar's personality! They were the funniest! Overall, for this, I give it a 10/10!

[warmheart]

wtf? lol funny though.... spottedleaf was my favorite! :3

[Raincloud]

Title: StarClans' Prophecies-DENIED!
Reviewer: Raincloud

I really liked your story, so I'm going to rate it.

Plot: 10/10
The plot was funny and original. I could never think of an awesome fanfic like that.

Readability: 7/10
Sometimes it got a little hard to read, especially Spottedleaf's parts, but it's her character.

Mechanics: 10/10
If there were no errors I'd give you a ten, but I didn't see any so I'll just leave it at that.

Originality: 10/10
TOTALLY original! How in the world could you come up with such a creative idea about the prophecies?

Characters: 9/10
The characters were awesome, original, and had their own different personalities. I like Heatkit, the Middle Ages Queen. XD

Description: 9/10
Good description. That's all I can say.

Continuity: 10/10
They pretty much continue whenever there's a new prophecy. That's cool.

Humor: 10/10
Your story was SOOOOOOOOOOOO funny. I'm giving you a ten!

Overall: When I tried to figure out the percentage, my calculator said 78%, but I think you deserve an A ;)

[sunsparrow]

whooo that was like hilROUSE,iG0T 2 GET $0MWE CHEEZ

[Lightningstrike]

W3n u g0nNa mAk3 An0tH3r???lol tallstar

[SandsofTime]

???
NO!!!!!
I
Can't
READ
YOu!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I
really
need
to
chill.
XP)

[Frostbite]

So awesome...

M4K3 M0R3 N40 0R 1'LL D13!!!!!!!!!!

[.Swiftclaw.]

Pl3as3 cont1nu3 s00n!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Wildpaw]

LOL! Your fanfic is so awesome!!!I liked Tallstar and Spottedleaf and Bogfoot. SOOOOOO FUUUNNNNNNNNYYYY! Are you going to write another? ;D

[heatherstripe]

OMGOMGOMGLIKEILOVESPOTTEDLEFSHESAWESOMEANDWASTHEBEST!!!!!
being spottedleaf is fun you need to continue!