A/N- By popular demand, okay, six reviews on my previous When… stories, it's When Onestar Got Concussion!

Disclaimer- I don't own warriors, so all I do have is this little story, and the others I have written by borrowing the characters, but I will return them, when I get them back from the dry cleaners. I also don't own LEGO, okay? Just so you know.

When Onestar Got Concussion

"Onestar!"

"Aww, but Gorsetail, you got to name the last kits, so now it's my turn!"

"Onestar! NO! We have already had this discussion. I know you're clan leader but these are my kits too and you will get to give them warrior names later, remember?"

Onestar grumbled something, then slunk out.

He decided to cheer himself up a bit by going and looking at his stash of secret twoleg items. Since the 'incidents' with Firestar and Blackstar, Onestar had decided there was no real threat to his clan at present, and so had taken up a hobby. Onestar had decided to teach himself twoleg speak.

The Windclan leader crept out of camp and bounded across the moorland. He stopped at a small gorse bush quite a way out from camp and stuck a paw under it. He pulled out some twoleg books and magazines, checked no-one was coming, and began to read. Well, sort of.

Onestar stared at the twoleg writing before him. He had been doing this for several moons now and, after some consultation with Tallstar in Starclan, had managed to work out what they all said, more or less.

There was one problem though. One of the twoleg pieces was incredibly hard to read. All it was were pictures of twoleg things with a small bit of writing next to them and a few, what twolegs called, numbers. Apparently, it was something called a catalogue.

A while later, Onestar put the twoleg items back under the bush and set off back to camp. On the way, he passed under a steep cliff. It was absolutely flat, as if twolegs had made it.

But there was one thing Onestar didn't know about. Hiding on top of the cliff were two Windclan apprentices, Breezepaw and Heatherpaw. They were chuckling and peering over the edge. When they saw Onestar go below they went quiet. Breezepaw sniggered and then dropped a vole over the edge. It hit Onestar bang on the head. He then keeled over rather comically.

When Onestar had woken up and returned to camp, the first thing he noticed was that his mate was curled up asleep in the nursery. He quickly staggered over to his deputy, Ashfoot, and asked,

"Has Gorsetail named the kits yet?"

"No." replied Ashfoot, looking slightly puzzled.

Onestar grinned and leapt up onto his clan's Highrock. He summoned his clan.

"Cats of Windclan! I have summoned you to announce the names of our newest kits!"

Suddenly, Onestar's head hurt and he could barely think straight. He groaned slightly, then continued, almost as if he was on catnip.

"They are Sportskit, LEGOkit, Modelkit, Toolkit and Tickit!"

He was sooooo glad he'd read that twoleg stuff.

A little while later, Gorsetail woke up. Barkface, the medicine cat, and his apprentice, Kestrelpaw, came in.

"I've just treated your mate for concussion." he said, "But you're not going to like what he did before I reached him."

Gorsetail's eyes grew wide with horror as he told her the story.

A little while after that, Onestar entered the nursery.

"Weeeiiiiird." he said, "I must've come back from… where I was, but I don't remember a thing that happened since I went under that cliff…"

Gorsetail growled.

"I'll tell you what happened…"

Onestar didn't leave Barkface's den for two weeks.

He never had any more kits.