Hey guys! This is the last chapter of the Warriors Comedy book. I AM however making a sequel, but it might not come out in a few weeks, just saying. I would like to say thanks for sticking with me throughout the whole book, and thanks for making the story so popular!

~Spotty

The clans waited. They could feel the last attack hovering in the air, just before them just about to slam down and-

WHAM!

All of the sudden, what seemed too many cats were shoved into a small elevator. Puurcy Jackson, a.k.a. Jayfeather, opened his bright blue eyes. Annaburreth, also Dovewing, was beside him, looking way too uncomfortable.

"Come on, Puurcy, why did you invite them ALL to come see the throne room to return the lightning bolt?" she complained, wiggling uncomfortably.

Puurcy shrugged. "Well, they offered us nachos. That's not exactly a deal you can put down," he pointed out. Annaburreth rolled her eyes and crossed her paws.

The song 'Too Close to Love You' by Alex Clare began playing overhead. Many cats broke into snorts of laughter, wiggling against other pelts. Suddenly, a large DING! rang over, and the elevator doors opened, cats spilling out.

"Ooof!" Annaburreth landed squarely on top of Puurcy, lashing her tail angrily. Suddenly, the elevator doors slammed shut on her tail!

"OOOUCH!" she screamed, yanking her tail out of the small spot. Approaching the throne room, Olympus was as magnificent as ever, the houses gleaming and happy animals playing around. Grrover, or Firestar, began to walk beside Puurcy.

"Now there's some things you have to know about the gods, Puurcy," he nervously told him, shoving a Pepsi can into his mouth and chewing on it.

"Yeah, yeah, I know Grrrover, there's no need to tell me," Puurcy waved him off.

"No Purrrcy, I'm serious-"

"You don't need to tell me!" Puurcy insisted, whipping his tail back and forth.

Just then, the throne room appeared. All of the cats stepped onto the marble floors, and above them stood the giant thrones and the awesome statues. The thrones were all occupied, and the gods were looking upon the demicats with great distaste. Zzzues, sitting proudly upon his throne with his tail wrapped around his paws majestically, held out his paw.

"Now, Purrcy Jackson I expect you to...to..." and all of the sudden, his head dangled down and he fell asleep, his jaws agape and snoring loudly.

"They don't call him Zzzzues for nothing, Purrcy," Grover whispered in Puurcy's ear.

"Zzzues! ZZZUES! WAKE UP!" Poseidon screamed.

"W-wha? Oh, right, I was about to thank you forrr...zzzzz..." Zzzues's head dropped like a stone.

"Okay, that's it! He's been doing this ALL day!" Poseidon sighed. Brandishing a fishing pole, he whipped it around a few times like a lasso, then WHAM! He cracked Zzzues upon the head.

"OUCH! I mean...thanks Poseidon... like I was saying, Purrcy Jackson, thank you for bringing the lightning bolt back, and we no longer shall blame you," Zzues exclaimed. Puurcy bowed down and presented the lightning bolt to him, which sizzled as it met his hand.

"Annaburreth..my dear daughter.." A constipated voice spoke from the side of Zzzues. Annaburreth whipped around to see..Athena? No, this could not be Athena. This Athena was so obese, that she was a found kitty-ball with little flailing hands and feet! Alas, this was not Athena.. this was Athickna!

"Mother...what has happened to you?" Annaburreth gasped, shoving a paw to her mouth.

"Ah, my dear...Ghirardelli Chocolates are wonderful..." Athickna retorted, shoving a caramel and chocolate one out of nowhere and shoving it into her mouth. "You can't just do this to yourself!" her daughter cried.

"Of course I can. I'm a goddess. Now boys, heave ho!"

All of the male gods groaned and reluctantly got to their paws. Leaping out of their thrones, they rolled Athickna out of her throne and to Annaburreth.

"My daughter, I'm so proud of you...but I WON'T be if you marry THAT scum!" she screeched, pointed a chocolately finger at Puurcy. "Mooom..." Annaburreth groaned, slapping a paw to her face.

"That's all I have to say. Now boys, HEAVE! HO!"

"HEAVE! HO!" the gods cried as they used all of their godly strength to shove her back into her throne.

"Now," Zzzues continued, now on his throne again with his tail again wrapped around his paws, "as I was saying, you are no longer blamed for stealing the bolt-"

"OH YES HE SHALL!" A voice boomed from beneath them. With magnificent red smoke, a figure approached from the underworld, one second a shape, ever changing, then...one. Hades. Or was it?

"You spelled BOLT wrong!" Hates screamed, shaking his butt in Zzues's face.

"Aaand, that's Hates, the god of all of the haters on the internet," Grover said in Puurcy's ear.

"Yeah.."

"And why did you have to stop the war, Zzzues? I bet you couldn't even spell disaster! HA HA! D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R! You people with little punctuation!" Hates screamed.

Zzzues shook his head. "Hates, who cares about spelling?" He wearily said.

"I DO!" a voice spat from behind them.

Clairhisse stood boldly behind them, her new electric staff sparkling with energy. "Come here, Jackson, let me beat you to a pulp!" she screamed, stabbing her staff into the ground. It seemed to spark with even more electricity, the stuff almost spilling out of the staff.

"Not my son, Clairhisse! Not even in your dreams! You know, I modeled the whale out of you," Poseidon said, snapping his fingers. The whole throne room OOOO'd.

"YOU NEED SOME ICE FOR THAT BURN, CLAIRHISSE?" Athickna screamed.

Clairhisse's (or Rosekit's) face went red. "JUST BECAUSE I'M SMALL DOSEN'T MEAN-"

And all of the sudden, the attack ended.

They were simply the four clans stuck in Thunderclan territory again, blinking in the new sunlight. Then..

"YAAAAAAAY! WE MADE IT!" Rosekit squealed, jumping in the air and pumping her paw. All of Thunderclan began updating their Face Book accounts, and their Instagram's and for all of the old cats, their MySpace's, saying about how they survived.

"But wait! Dosen't this mean that we're all about to die? Spottedfire7 isn't going to write another book!" Firestar questioned, looking to Rosekit, who answered with a blank stare.

"Did I say that?" "Yes, you did!" Firestar angrily spat, looking at her expectantly.

For a moment, silence rained. Then, Rosekit screamed, "YOU JUST GOT PWNDDDDD! I WAS JOKING, IDIOTS! YOU GOT ALL ROWLED UP FOR NOTHING!"

The clans gave a collective sigh, chattering and laughter breaking out. Then, Blackstar had the sudden knowledge to look up at the...full moon.

"Hey guys! It's a full moon! There's a truce anyway!" he said. All of the cats gazed upward, sighing at the beautiful full moon.

"Well, instead of a meeting, we should PAR-TAY!" Firestar screamed. "THUNDERCLAN'S PLACE AT SEVEN!"

The clans cheered and broke away.

And so, that night, all they did was pretty much have fun. Catmint was exchanged, many attack stories were told, and they simply had a partying night.

Because that's what they do, and where would the world be without...

Fun?

End of Book One