The Worst Warriors Fanfic Ever

Book 2 - Chapter 10

Things were looking up for ThunderClan. Everything seemed to be going well, and Yellowstar had valiantly managed to somehow eliminate the threat of ShadowClan attack.

Unfortunately, conflict arrived later that day.

"Sorry to bother you, but I need a place to stay," Conflict stated in a comically British accent (Which everyone could of course recognize), tipping his top hat at Yellowstar.

"Of course! We ThunderClanners are very noble and majestic, after all. We take in peasants all the time," Yellowstar said, obviously referring to the many rogues and loners they had apparently taken in beforehand. "Your name is?"

"Confli-"

"Don't care," Yellowstar replied, rolling her eyes. "Your name is Fancyfur now."

Fancyfur readjusted his monocle angrily. "Now listen here. I came here to imbed myself among your ranks, gain your trust, and then betray you to bring back your worst enemy. You shall do as such whether you like it or not," He finished, throwing the rolled up script at her head.

"I'm not following the stupid script anymore," Yellowstar declared. A crowd of StarClan cats jeered at her from somewhere off in the distance. "Let's just skip ahead."

Fancyfur shrugged. "Sounds good."

Yellowstar gasped. "How dare you betray me as soon as I began to trust you! You are exiled from this Clan for all of the time and eternity please don't return to attack us which you definitely won't though it's obvious you will!"

"Curse you, great leader of ThunderClan! I'll be back. You'll rue the day - rue it, you hear!" Fancyfur yowled, turning to flee into the forest. "AND I MAY OR MAY NOT RAISE THE DARK LORD!" He yelled one last time, before disappearing into thin air because that makes sense.

"Oh no! Should we prepare?" Juniperfoot-or-whatever asked.

"Psh, what harm could he possibly do? After all, he only threatened to resurrect our greatest enemy from the darkest depths of evil." Yellowstar reasoned.

"Oh yeah," Juniperfoot-or-whatever laughed, "I totally forgot."

All of the other ThunderClan cats had been ignoring the conversation anyway. Most of them were huddled around a flatscreen TV watching some random cats who had started a Fallout 4 play-through marathon.

Needless to say, the event had been forgotten after about ten minutes and everyone returned to life as normal.

Everyone, except Orangepaw - who was fulfilling his daily apprentice duties by sleeping in the middle of the day, and probably not really caring that his father was dead or something.

Wait, wasn't it Orangefur? Who knows these days?
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Orangepaw woke up in a very dark forest. "I must be in StarClan again!" He decided.

"Yes, that's where you are," Stripefur agreed, demon-red eyes glowing in a friendly manner as he approached the apprentice. "Why don't we go train?"

"Okay!" Orangepaw agreed. Suddenly, Fancyfur stepped out of the bushes, though he had been alive twenty minutes ago. Orangepaw, being the very intelligent cat he was, automatically knew that something was wrong. That cat was just in the ThunderClan camp, he realized, though he'd been sleeping the entire time Fancyfur was in camp, because he was all-knowing.

"Follow me," Stripefur instructed.

Orangepaw nodded and decided to play along, even if he had already figured out all of the former deputy's plans. He wasn't going to tell anyone, of course - no reason to warn anyone. After all, he could probably take down Stripefur all on his own with his super strength abilities!

But for now, he would wait until the right moment to confront the obviously dangerous tom.

A/N #BestFrost here with her first WFE chapter!

I AM CLOSER. VERY, VERY CLOSER.