Hey, everyone, and welcome back to the Warrior Cats Parody! Sorry it took a while to upload; I've been busy around the house for the Christmas season. There's presents to be wrapped, Christmas specials to be watched, Christmas tree treats to be made, and so on and so forth.

As usual, I hope everyone likes this chapter. If there's anything wrong with this chapter, please let me know so I can fix it. Also, I'll always accept constructive criticism as long as you're polite about it. And if I don't upload this before Christmas, then I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Uploading Date: December 17, 2017

Enjoy!

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Busted!

Several pounces and paintballs later, Firepaw had come back with his prey, his fur plastered with mainly red. When he got back, he saw Tigerclaw whistling innocently, hiding his sniper rifle while playing his Pokémon game. Firepaw cleared his throat loudly, and Tigerclaw looked up with a sneer.

"It's about time," he growled, turning his 3DS off. "You got the goods?"

"Other than feeling sticky from this paint and having some stale and rotting Halloween candy, sure," he said. "And I've got some Christmas sweets back there to get."

"Oh, I know all that," said Tigerclaw. "I've been watching you."

That made Firepaw cringe and think, Okay, THAT was creepy.

Suddenly, Graypaw came tumbling through the bushes with two squirrels in his teeth. One was dead, and the other just karate-chopped Graypaw in the face before going back to Bikini Bottom.

"Those things are tough!" complained Graypaw.

"They're Texas squirrels," retorted Tigerclaw. "Of course they'll be tough. Almost everything is tough in Texas."

Graypaw held up a stick. "Even sticks in Texas are tough." He tried breaking it...and it didn't break; all it did was make his head ache a little. "See?"

Tigerclaw rolled his eyes and said, "Whatever. Ravenpaw's late, so we should go back to camp."

"But we can't leave him out here," Firepaw protested. "What if we leave him here, and he doesn't come back?"

"He'll most likely end up at a barn, where he'll be plump and happy for the rest of his pathetic little life," said Tigerclaw mockingly. "But like that's ever gonna happen."

"I feel like this is foreshadowing somehow," piped up Firepaw.

Tigerclaw glared around at him. "Your face is foreshadowing somehow," he bit back childishly.

Firepaw was about to retort when Ravenpaw came bounding over. He was trying to hold his inhaler in a front paw because he was carrying a dead snake in his mouth.

"Duuuuuude," Graypaw oohed in awe, looking at the snake. "No one's ever caught a snake and lived before! What kind of snake is it?"

"It's an adder," boasted Ravenpaw loudly. "They're the only poisonous snakes in England!"

"Huh. I knew this was somewhere in England," muttered Firepaw.

...

When they got back to camp, there were some cats gathering to see how the hunt went.

"Isn't he the one taking care of that mean old rogue?" asked the little gray kit named Cinderkit.

"I'M A LONER, YOU - oh." Yellowfang had come out of her prison den to yell at the kits, only to stop as she got mixed up. "Never mind. Carry on."

The kits blinked at her before they started talking again. "That orange guy is Firepaw..." Cinderkit began.

"What orange guy? Garfield?" asked her brother Brackenkit.

"No, she means he's the orange guy," added Brightkit, who was kind and gentle but was scared of dogs.

Their other brother, Brackenkit-clone Thornkit, merely threw a moss ball at an empty soda can.

Firepaw headed back to his bed, where Graypaw was throwing the adder around and making the corpse talk. When they were done making the snake sing the American national anthem in a spooky voice, Firepaw asked, "Where do you think WindClan went to?"

"Probably to their annual firepit party," said Graypaw. "I heard they roast hot dogs, popcorn, and S'Mores while singing songs under the stars. I even heard that they're hippies."

"That's true," Tigerclaw said suddenly, poking his head into the den. "They've been trying to make their camp look like a gathering at Woodstock. Oh, and Bluestar wants to see you, Firepaw."

So Firepaw got up and headed to Bluestar's den. Right now, she had gotten into an argument with someone online over the whole Kimba/Lion King controversy. When Firepaw cleared his throat, she quickly closed the laptop.

"Tigerclaw told me that you talked with a kittypet," said Bluestar. "Not only that, but you were going to give him a colossal donut. Don't you know that it's really false advertising?"

That snitchy Tigerclaw, Firepaw thought angrily. Out loud, he complained, "I didn't know those were fake! And I thought you were going to ask me 'do you want to stay in the Clan' and all that stuff."

Bluestar smirked. "Oh, thanks for reminding me."

Mouse dung, Firepaw thought.

"So...you wanna stay here in the Clan, or do you want to go back to being a kittypet?" Bluestar asked. "Perhaps I was being foolish into thinking we needed outsiders as warriors."

That was when Firepaw sighed and said, "Oh, don't go pulling that load of dung. You know, constant guilt-tripping. You know I'm not going to do it, yet you think I'm going to? I got it about the Yellowfang fiasco, and I don't wanna get it from a cat who argues about the Kimba/Lion King controversy all day online."

Nobody spoke. Then...

Bluestar sighed. "For that brutal honesty, I guess I owe you a game of Skyrim Special Edition," she said. "I heard how Longtail taunted you for liking Fallout 4, so I decided to let you play Skyrim."

"Yes!" Firepaw cheered.

Bluestar shrugged. "That, and you and your little friends can go to tonight's Gathering."

Firepaw calmed down and said, "Okay, that's cool too."

"And as for Yellowfang, I trust her but still don't trust her for an odd reason," said Bluestar. "She can stay, but she won't join us in Pokemon battles."

"Um...Yellowfang doesn't like video games," Firepaw spoke up. "But I'll let her know."

Bluestar cleared her throat. "Yeah, she's in the dirtplace right now," she said. "You don't want to get caught talking to an old lady on the toilet."

Thanks for scarring me for life with that, Firepaw thought with a grimace.

...

When Firepaw made it back, Graypaw and Ravenpaw were playing with the dead snake again. This time, they were making the snake reinact dull moments from The Last Airbender movie.

"How'd it go?" Graypaw asked, putting down the rock he made the snake "Earthbend" with.

"We heard you talked to a kittypet," Ravenpaw added. He made it sound like Firepaw did something really bad.

Firepaw sighed. "Come on, guys, it's not like I murdered someone or stole a balloon," he said. "Bluestar just told me off, I told her off, and..." He made it go long so that Graypaw and Ravenpaw looked nervous. "We're going to get Skyrim Special Edition!" Firepaw cheered.

Both Graypaw and Ravenpaw cheered. Graypaw chanted, "Dragonborn! Dragonborn!"

"Oh, and we're finally going to the Gathering," Firepaw added.

"Oh. Then that's good too," said Graypaw with a grin. "I wanna tell Sandpaw. I wanna see her face like when I broke her iPod."

"You know she'll just call us nerds again," Ravenpaw said, holding up his inhaler.

Graypaw grinned even wider. "But not if we tell her and Dustpaw first. But anyway, there's plenty of cool cats out there!"

"EXQUISITE!" said a very strange human wearing a cat suit before he left.

They blinked at this random moment before Graypaw backtracked, "I mean, there's plenty of great warriors out there! I've heard of Clawface; I've heard he can burp through multiple times tables. And I heard that Stonefur can shove a watermelon up his nose..."

To be continued...