Datboi's heart pounded in his chest as he padded into his father's den. Pepestar had summoned him only a few moments ago, but the walk across camp had felt like eternity. He ducked as he entered the small cave.
Inside, Pepestar was humming to himself. The green-furred tom didn't seem to notice his son as Datboi seated himself on the bed of moss. "You told me to come in here. . .?" the warrior meowed, his blue eyes wide in the darkness of the den.
Pepestar looked up, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle. "What do you need?" asked the leader.
"You just asked me to come in here, like five minutes ago," Datboi responded, confusion lighting his eyes.
"Feels good man," the leader responded, panting slightly. His face suddenly became a mish-mash of rainbows, going in and out of focus rapidly. Datboi rolled his eyes, waiting for his father's crazy spell to end. "FEELS GOOD MAN!"
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[Pepestar]
"Are you done yet?" Datboi asked in a bored tone. His father didn't respond and kept rippling with rainbows. Frustrated, the green-furred warrior grabbed a loose stone from the corner of the den. Gripping it in his muzzle, Datboi ducked his head next to the mossy bed, then quickly snapped it upwards, releasing the stone. It flew through the air, arching perfectly at the top of the den and falling to hit Pepestar on the head.
The green tom fell, collapsing on the moss with his paws cupping his injured head. "Feels bad man," croaked the frog-like cat. After a moment, Pepestar stood, brushing off the thin layer of dust that had settled on his fur. "Right," the tom muttered. "I summoned you to my den."
Datboi nodded.
"Well, I need advice from my youth. . . after all, I am getting quite old," sighed the leader. The younger cat shifted on his paws. "After. . . after Grumpywhisker has betrayed us, we still must keep him, for our numbers against GifClan are still feeble."
"GifClan has like no cats in it," Datboi scoffed.
Pepestar rolled his big, blue eyes. "But GifClan is better than us! Plus, they have half MemeClan cats! Lananope had like four kits!"
"Well, what do you expect me to do?" Datboi responded.
Pepestar swallowed. "I need you to go visit FanClan and ask them if they want to ally with us for the war."
Datboi's eyes widened, despite that they took up half of his face already. "Why? FanClan already is mad at us, since Kardashiancry was screaming at midnight and woke up half of the FanClan warriors, and all of us!"
Pepestar rolled his eyes. "Yes, but they hate GifClan even more. Remember how mad they were at the Gathering after Moneypaws threw the bits of green paper all of their territory? The prey took it all away and bought rifles to fight back against the FanClan hunters."
Datboi nodded. "Fair point. Well, can I at least take a few others with me?"
Pepestar nodded. "Whatever it takes. Just get over there soon."
