The Worst Warriors Fanfic Ever

Book 2 - Chapter 3

A/N: Written by Crazystar lol I wasn't going to write this chapter but I got impatient so here it is! XD

It was the third chapter, and the author realized that nothing exciting had happened, so a random ThunderClan warrior burst into camp. "Yellowstar!" he called. "We need you!"

Yellowstar appeared. "Like a good neighbor, Yellowstar is there!"

"ShadowClan moved the border!" the warrior declared.

Gasps of outrage came from the crowd. Yellowstar's eyes narrowed to slits. "They will pay for this! All warriors, to the ShadowClan border! This means war!!!"

Everyone cheered and assembled behind Yellowstar. The ThunderClan leader and her formidable army charged off into the forest. Orangekit watched them leave, thinking that he, a one moon old kit, was more than capable of helping the ThunderClan warriors! Orangekit chased after them, obviously easily able to keep up with the warriors' pace despite his slower legs and of course, he was completely used to navigating through the forest, so he didn't trip over anything at all.

Orangekit arrived just on time to see a line of snarling warriors charge at ShadowClan. With no hesitation, brave Orangekit flung himself into battle. He leapt at a flea-bitten, mangy tom. The tom had jet black fur and icy blue eyes filled with animosity. The tom had decaying, chipped, dark yellow teeth and had huge scars crisscrossing his face. His teeth were also blood-stained, like his long, sharp claws. "Oh, look, breakfast has been served!" the evil ShadowClan cat cackled menacingly. "I will feast on your eyeballs first after I slowly kill you!"

The ShadowClan cat swiped his claws across Orangekit's nose. Orangekit yelped in pain and gasped as blood trickled into his mouth. With rage boiling in his stomach, Orangekit, having inherited Yellowstar's amazing strength, tackled the ShadowClan warrior and raked his claws one hundred times across the tom's stomach. Orangekit nodded with satisfaction as the sinister tom lay dead at his paws.

ShadowClan was obviously fleeing in terror by now, because this is how every battle with ShadowClan always ends. Yellowstar nodded to Orangekit in approval, not caring about him sneaking out of camp to fight dangerous enemy warriors. "Great job, Orangekit! I can see that you've inherited my talents!"

As soon as ThunderClan arrived back at camp, Yellowstar called everyone to a meeting. "Avengers Assemble!" she yowled.

Everyone looked questioningly at Yellowstar. "Uh, I mean, ThunderClan Assemble!" Yellowstar corrected herself.

Everyone stupidly sat down in the clearing. "Orangekit, it's time for you to be an apprentice!"

"Yay!" everyone cheered.

Yellowstar frowned. "Well, I can't even remember what that website that Awesomestar was too lazy to go to was called, so I'm just inventing new words for this ceremony! Orangekit, you're Orangepaw now. I'm your mentor!"

"But that's illegal! You're his damn mother!" Milkpelt protested.

Yellowstar glared ferociously at her. "SHUT THE **** UP! I MAKE THE RULES HERE, NOT YOU, NOT STARCLAN! Are we understood?"

Frightened, Milkpelt hurriedly nodded. Yellowstar smiled, and yelled, "Meeting dismissed!"

Bubblefur walked over to Yellowstar. "What about Milkkit?"

"We'll worry about her later," Yellowstar said cheerfully. "After all, we still have like fifteen more chapters left before this book ends and the authors need something to write about!"

"I'm dead," said the fourth wall.