A/N: Thanks to the peeps who reviewed my newest chapter of Warriors on Catnip…ALREADY! You guys are truly awesome: Spottedpool, Pinetail, and Maj Enn.
This chapter is dedicated to Spottedpool, who requested good ol' Tawnypelt, possibly the only good heart in ShadowClan. Claps all around!
I will now start dedicating chapters to friends and fans. :-D And even my family. Got a friend/family member/whatever that you want me to dedicate a chapter to? Go ahead; request it!
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Tawnypelt stretched. She cautiously sniffed a lump of catmint before devouring it before her mate's eyes.
"Erm…Tawny, you probably shouldn't…"
"Back off!" she snapped angrily.
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Four hours later…
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Tawnypelt looked googly-eyed at her kits. "My little darlings…I love them so much. And my mate…I lurve him, too. So much."
"Erm, Tawnypelt, are you okay?" Blackstar questioned. He raised a black paw with concern.
"No, Blackstar, I'm not. And there's something I've always wanted to tell you." Her eyes glazed over as she took Blackstar's paw. "I used to have the biggest crush on you. I would sketch you in the sand on the border separating our territory from RiverClan. They were portraits." She sighed. "Now you know."
"Um…Well, that's all fine and dandy, but I'll just be going now…" Blackstar trailed off.
"I knew it! You would've run away from my love back when I still did love you. You're running away now and I'm just telling you about it!" Tawnypelt cried out dramatically.
She then launched into one of Michael Jackson's popular songs for now apparent reason as Blackstar watched, grabbing a bucket of crowfood and a cup of river water.
"They told him, don't you ever come around here,
"Don't wanna see your face; you better disappear.
"The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear.
"So beat it, just beat it. YEAH!"
A couple of toms raised their eyebrows.
"You better run; you better do what you can,
"Don't wanna see no blood; don't be a macho man.
"You wanna be tough; better do what you can.
"So beat it, but you wanna be bad," Tawnypelt sang out, grabbing a tree branch to sing into.
"Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it,
"No one wants to be defeated.
"Showin' how funky strong is your fight,
"It doesn't matter who's wrong or right.
"Just beat it, beat it.
"Just beat it, beat it.
"Just beat it, beat it.
"Just beat it, beat it."
"Now, Tawnypelt, really, I think you should calm down-" Russetfur suggested, putting a paw on Tawnypelt's shoulder comfortingly.
Tawnypelt scowled. "Get off of me!" She slapped Russetfur's paw off of her shoulder.
"OH, NO YOU DIDN'T!" Russetfur yowled, jumping on Tawnypelt's back.
"Get off me, you fat lump!" Tawnypelt clawed at the air.
"Fight, fight, fight!" chanted the rest of ShadowClan. Tawnypelt's three kits sat in front row waving little signs that said, "Go mommie!"
"You did not just call me fat!"
"I believe I did." Tawnypelt stuck her tongue out, then paused. "I want a Poptart." She put her paw under her chin. "Where can I get one of those?"
"Oh, yeah, a Poptart sounds nice. C'mon, I know where to get some," Russetfur mewed.
"Let's go." Tawnypelt grabbed her purse and fallowed Tawnypelt. "You know, I was blogging about you the other day, Russetfur…"
"Really?"
And everyone stared after the two new best friends, wondering what the heck had just happened. They were fighting, now they're BFFs going out for a good Poptart.
Weird.
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A/N: Thank you for reading!
OH, NO YOU DIDN'T JUST READ THE ENDING AUTHOR'S NOTE!