Datboi walked back into the den dejectedly, having learned nothing of importance from YoutubeClan. He threw up his head to the sky in despair. “WHY ME, INTERNETCLAN?” he yowled.
Mahboi turned and gave him a strange look. “You’re acting like Kardashiancry…”
Datboi shoved her aside, going to slump next to his unicycle. I don’t even want to ride it...what has this world come to?
Suddenly, a yowl was heard outside the camp. “HELP! Moonmoon is kitting!”
Datboi immediately jumped unto his unicycle and sped towards the medicine cat den. “Badluck! Help! Moonmoon’s kitting!”
Badluck padded out nervously. “Are you sure you want me to come..? I mean, I am bad luck after all…”
Datboi hissed. “WHO CARES! Now do it or I’ll run you over with my unicycle.”
Badluck went over to the nursery quickly, somehow tripping over twenty sticks on the way there. Datboi followed him on his unicycle, bursting into the nursery.
Datboi gaped at Moonmoon, who is on her head for seemingly no reason. “Um…”
Badluck stumbled into the den. “I'm...here…”
Datboi quickly hopped off his unicycle and forcefully pushed Moonmoon right-side up. She began to do a strange dance as she attempted to deliver the kittens.
Badluck reluctantly padded over to help her. The kits popped out, one after another, until four kits lay on the moss. They were perfectly healthy, but they got a glance at Badluck’s face. They all immediately died.
“Really?” Badluck mewed. “Another meme…’SUCCESSFULLY DELIVERS BABIES...THEY DIE AT THE SIGHT OF HIS FACE.’ “
Moonmoon began sobbing. “My poor kits! You died before you had a chance to live!”
“That doesn't even make sense,” pointed out Badluck.
Moonmoon ignored him. “Your names in StarClan will be Keemkit, Pyrokit, Leafkit, and Ricekit.” As she said these words, disappointed-looking souls drifted away from the bodies. Nobody noticed, even though they were staring right at them.
Up above the scene, there were curses as a certain group's plot was defeated.
Suddenly, Pepestar’s voice rang over the camp. “We are going to attack GifClan, and we are allied with FanClan!”
Grumpywhisker suddenly spoke. “Why?”
Pepestar somehow furrowed his eyebrows. “Why what?”
“Why are we attacking GifClan?”
Pepstar shrugged (somehow). “Idk and idc. To FanClan!”
Datboi lifted Moonmoon unto his unicycle--since her kits are dead she had to fight, even though she was week from kitting.
Time skip even though it's only like ten minutes.
Warriotstar turned to Pepestar indignantly. “I should **** lead the ****** attack! I ***** have a ******** larger fanbase!”
Pepestar purred in amusement. “Riiiight. Do you think ANYONE denies my fabulousness?”
“Dude, this book is written on a Warriors joint account. I think I win.”
Percygod randomly popped up. “MY fanbase is bigger than BOTH of yours. Ask any teenage girl if they like me, 90% will say yes.”
“Wow, are you forgetting about me? Lorein Legacies is pretty big too! We've got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 million fans!” piped up Loreinpaw.
Squabbling about who has the larger fanbase erupted, causing Warriorstar to go and argue that she was bigger--er, to stop the argument.
Pepestar coughed. “Can I, you know, lead the Clans into battle? Since you seem to need to supervise your Clan?”
Warriorstar sighed in defeat. “Fine. One question--why are we attacking GifClan? They have, like, six cats.”
Pepestar thought for a moment. “Idk really. Um...we're rivals!”
“Since when?” asked Grumpywhisker.
“Chapter One, you dummy,” replied Mahboi.
“Oh,” grumbled Grumpywhisker. “This is SO not better than a lemon party.”
“WE ARE SPARTA--I MEAN THE FAN-MEMECLAN ALIANCE! WE WILL NOT SUBMIT!” yowled Pepestar.
“To war!” cheered the rest of the cats, waving their swords even though a) they don't have swords and b) they wouldn't have arms to wave them.
Together, the two large Clans set out to fight the only six cats opposing them.
Ember here with her first MemeClan chapter! Hope you like it!
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FanfictionNot much to say... It's memealicious Idea by Silver AMAZING cover by @MissMikkie
