Post by Shadowstar on Jan 28, 2008 21:49:31 GMT -5
Title: The Next Rockstar
Chapters: Don't know yet
Author: Shadowstar, Rin, w/e
Pairing: None
Summary: The annual rockstar competition is here; who will win the title of StarClan's next Rock band?
Warning: Swearing
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea, the book, charries, songs and other merchandise in this fanfic are not owned by me
Editor: None
Cover: None
Author's Notes: Enjoy, and please rate and comment =^.^=
Chapter One
StarClan: *speaking over an anouncement system that makes itself suddenly ... umm... detectable, hearable whatever, over the whole territory of all four Clans*
"Attention Clan's and cats! The annual StarClan Rock Competition begins on this Saturday! You all know the rules, get with your friends and 'recreate' those favorite two-leg bands of yours! And have fun!"
Firepaw: "Sounds like fun..."
Graypaw: " 'Course it's fun, we hold one every year! Cats from all four Clan's recrete rock bands and then compete in front of StarClan for the title of StarClan Rockband!"
Firepaw: "Sounds pretty cool!"
Graypaw: "It is! The only thing you have to be careful of once you sign up is the judges! There's three, they change every year, but there always seems to be a bad apple..."
Firepaw: "Is it like American Idol?"
Graypaw: "Umm, yeah... they stole the idea when Mousefur got a T.V off of eBay..."
Firepaw: "........ interesting........"
Sandpaw: *from the apprentices den* "Let's start a riot!"
Graypaw: "She's practicing."
Firepaw: "She's into rock?"
Graypaw: "Yep. Her favorites are Linkin Park, Three Days Grace, Billy Talent and-"
Firepaw: *not listening, dashes into apprentice den* "Sandpaw!"
Sandpaw: *still singing* "If you feel, so empty,
So used up, so let down,
If you feel, so angry, so ripped off, so stepped on,"
Firepaw: *louder* "SANDPAW!"
Sandpaw: "You're not the, only one,
So get up-"
Firepaw: SAND! PAW!
Sandpaw: WHAT?
Firepaw: "I heard you liked rock."
Sandpaw: *rolls eyes* No, really?
Firepaw: "Are you entering the competition? Who with?"
Sandpaw: *silent for a moment* "Yeah, I am with. So far there's only me 'nd Dustpaw..."
Dustpaw: *in background, singing terribly* "Let's start a riot, a riot!"
Firepaw: "Ouch."
Sandpaw: "I want to stick him with the drums, so he'll shut up, but I don't have anyone else to join my band, and help me with the vocals... no one else like Riot..."
Firepaw: "How dare they! That song owns! I'll join you!"
Sandpaw: "Yeah! Alright! Let's practice!"
Sandpaw and Firepaw: "If you feel, so empty,
So used up, so let down,
If you feel, so angry, so ripped off, so stepped on,
You're not the, only one, refusing, to back down,
You're not the, only one, so get up!
Let's start a riot, a riot..."
Chapters: Don't know yet
Author: Shadowstar, Rin, w/e
Pairing: None
Summary: The annual rockstar competition is here; who will win the title of StarClan's next Rock band?
Warning: Swearing
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea, the book, charries, songs and other merchandise in this fanfic are not owned by me
Editor: None
Cover: None
Author's Notes: Enjoy, and please rate and comment =^.^=
Chapter One
StarClan: *speaking over an anouncement system that makes itself suddenly ... umm... detectable, hearable whatever, over the whole territory of all four Clans*
"Attention Clan's and cats! The annual StarClan Rock Competition begins on this Saturday! You all know the rules, get with your friends and 'recreate' those favorite two-leg bands of yours! And have fun!"
Firepaw: "Sounds like fun..."
Graypaw: " 'Course it's fun, we hold one every year! Cats from all four Clan's recrete rock bands and then compete in front of StarClan for the title of StarClan Rockband!"
Firepaw: "Sounds pretty cool!"
Graypaw: "It is! The only thing you have to be careful of once you sign up is the judges! There's three, they change every year, but there always seems to be a bad apple..."
Firepaw: "Is it like American Idol?"
Graypaw: "Umm, yeah... they stole the idea when Mousefur got a T.V off of eBay..."
Firepaw: "........ interesting........"
Sandpaw: *from the apprentices den* "Let's start a riot!"
Graypaw: "She's practicing."
Firepaw: "She's into rock?"
Graypaw: "Yep. Her favorites are Linkin Park, Three Days Grace, Billy Talent and-"
Firepaw: *not listening, dashes into apprentice den* "Sandpaw!"
Sandpaw: *still singing* "If you feel, so empty,
So used up, so let down,
If you feel, so angry, so ripped off, so stepped on,"
Firepaw: *louder* "SANDPAW!"
Sandpaw: "You're not the, only one,
So get up-"
Firepaw: SAND! PAW!
Sandpaw: WHAT?
Firepaw: "I heard you liked rock."
Sandpaw: *rolls eyes* No, really?
Firepaw: "Are you entering the competition? Who with?"
Sandpaw: *silent for a moment* "Yeah, I am with. So far there's only me 'nd Dustpaw..."
Dustpaw: *in background, singing terribly* "Let's start a riot, a riot!"
Firepaw: "Ouch."
Sandpaw: "I want to stick him with the drums, so he'll shut up, but I don't have anyone else to join my band, and help me with the vocals... no one else like Riot..."
Firepaw: "How dare they! That song owns! I'll join you!"
Sandpaw: "Yeah! Alright! Let's practice!"
Sandpaw and Firepaw: "If you feel, so empty,
So used up, so let down,
If you feel, so angry, so ripped off, so stepped on,
You're not the, only one, refusing, to back down,
You're not the, only one, so get up!
Let's start a riot, a riot..."