MemeClan

Chapter 6 ~ Meme Enforcements

💚 Chapter 6 💚

Warriorstar flicked his tail and Moonmoon slipped inside his den, and behind her padded three seemingly normal tom-cats. They smirked arrogantly at the pretty she-cat, who showed no interest in them.

"Moonmoon has connections, and she knows how to fight GifClan," Warriorstar told him.

Moonmoon grumbled. "These are the arch nemesis' to GifClan; The Tribe Of Awful Internet Jokes."

The first tom was a brown tom with pure white paws, and he seemed very proud of them. The second was a repulsively disgusting while tom with randomly placed black stripes. Datboi already hated him. The third tom was... well, he was unimportant.

"Meet Danieldamn, Filmerpaw and Jacobshirt, the two worst internet crazes to ever exist."

"They should fit right in with Cenaclaw, great!" Datboi exclaimed.

Cenaclaw growled. "Do you know what my name is?"

Filmerpaw screamed. "AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENAAAAAAAAA."

DOO DOO DOO DOO DOOOOOOOO

"Hey, hey guys, I can sing for you all," Jacobshirt offered, but Datboi cringed.

"No, no, save that for the battle with GifClan," he assured him.

"Oh, okay. But you can have my sweatshirt. And you can tell your friends, we'll be together-."

"I swear to Pepestar-."

"ENOUGH!" Warriorstar yowled, grasping each cats attention.

"Dude, chill," Cenaclaw murmured.

"Sorry, that was one of my alter egos talking. They do that a lot," he mewed.

Boi

"Moonmoon, take us to GifClan!" Datboi declared, and she began out of Warriorstar's den.

Moonmoon padded passively towards GifClan territory, angered by Jacobshirt's humming. She sighed to herself, but she found his voice marginally less irritating than his singing.

"So, uh, how do you keep such a... fantastic pelt?" she asked, uninterested.

"Well, I get up, admire the sky, do some light hunting, and then I go and get a drink and sunbathe for a bit. And then I wash it, and dry it, call up my friend-."

"On second thoughts, I prefer your humming," she snapped.

"Oh, okay! I wrote a song all by myself, wanna hear?" he asked joyfully.

"Uh, what else you got?"

"I can cover All Of Me awesomely!"

Moonmoon perked up. "Go on then."

Jacobshirt took a deep breath. "wHatS GOinG oN iN tHAT BEauTiFul MiIiInD, I'M oN YoUr-."

"OH LOOK, WE'RE AT GIFCLAN! GO SING TO THEM, THEY'LL LOVE IT!" she screeched, clutching her ears.

"Okay!"

Jacobshirt bounded down to GifClan, where Lananope had already sounded the alarm. Danieldamn followed with Filmerpaw at his heels, who cleared his throat respectively.

Datboi approached Moonmoon, rather concerned for her hearing. "You alright?"

"That cat... he's just awful..."

Datboi chuckled and turned to the scene before him, where Jacobshirt confronted Lananope while Spiderstar eyed Danieldamn curiously.

"What are you doing on GifClan territory?" Lananope demanded.

"Oh, that hot she-cat who definitely wouldn't send me nudes told me I had a great voice! I've come to sing to you!" he cried gleefully.

Lananope scowled, turning to Danieldamn. "And you?"

"Oh, we came to show you our art film!"

Spiderstar nodded. "Alright, GifClan assemble!"

GifClan filed in one by one to the clearing, Rule34 hanging back. He eyed the newcomers creepily, and it gave Datboi the shivers.

"That cats seen some things..." Datboi murmured nervously to Moonmoon, "some weird, weird things."

Jacobshirt leaped onto the GifClan High Rock and gazed over the cats, chest puffed out proudly.

"I'd like to sing you all a song I wrote all by myself! It's called Sweatshirt!"

One cat cheered. They were banished.

"cHiLlInG wITh a HAiR tIE, No MAKeuP wItH sOMe SWeatPaNTS ON."

The ground below GifClan began to quake as he sang. The cats screamed and ran for their lives, followed by Lananope shouting "NOPPPPPPPPE" increasingly loudly.

"aND wHeN yOU WAlK tHe hALlS yOU kNoW YOU wAnnA fLAUNt It."

Spiderstar ducked for cover in his den, traumatised. It was as if he'd been attacked by a spider. A really, big one, with a bad haircut and rich parents.

"AND YOU CAN WEAR MY. sWEAtsHIRt SWEATTTTTTSHHIIRTTTTTTTT."

GifClan wailed in horror as he continued to sing, their ears bleeding. Datboi covered his own as he laughed at the falling Clan, though he didn't blame them.

"TAKE IT AWAY, DANIELDAMN!" he cried.

Filmerpaw rushed into the clearing and pulled out his iPhone 69, clearing his throat.

"DAMNNNNN DANIEL."

Danieldamn walked in front of the phone.

"DAYUMMMM DANIEL."

Danieldamn walked on from a different angle.

"DAMN DANIEL BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE WHITE PAWS."

Danieldamn posed for a moment, and Filmerpaw was done. He proceeded to upload it to Vine as GifClan died profusely behind him.

"How many views?" Danieldamn asked placidly.

"69,696969,696969, that's quick," Filmerpaw told him.

"Yes, they were all from me."

~ Written by Hazel ~