MemeClan

Chapter 20 [EPILOGUE]: A New Meme

PREVIOUSLY ON MEMECLAN

"Who is this oversized six-year-old's art project?" cried Datboi, outraged by the sight of Theworld.

"I am the universe you stand on now, green-furred hooligan!" Theworld cried at the top of his lungs.

"Do your quarrel sir? DOES THOU BITE THOU'S THUMB?" proclaimed Knowmore and Trappaw, their old English was lit m8 init fiyaaaaah.

Theworld shrugged. "Sure." He proceeded to beat the living dank out of Knowmore and Trappaw.

"WHO IS THE FATHER?" called Jeremykyle, raising his paws in the air.

"Me!" cried one.

"Me!" cried another.

"We'll see what the DNA test has to say!" Theworld/Jeremykyle cried, and within his envelope, he revealed the true father of Moonmoon's babies!

He sighed. "Here come Datboi's kids, o mistakes waddup."

"Hot damn," replied MemeClan.

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All was not well within MemeClan as Moonmoon lay wheezing inside the medicine den. Badluck attempted to console her and offered her gifts of dank supplies and the freshest memes, but nothing could ease her pain. She laid screeching as her kits pushed, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

"Can't you use herbs? You're a medicine cat!" protested Datboi, somewhat interested in the birth of his kits.

Badluck shrugged. "It's your call, every time I give herbs to cats they usually die."

Theworld sighed. "Bad day?"

It was the great and marvellous Pepestar that shocked the Clan as he rose from his slumber, his ginormous green figure swaying through the camp as he dropped by the observe the situation. he rested his tail upon his son's shoulder, gazing thoughtfully upon the scene of his grandkit's birth.

"Look at that son, that, it the miracle of the world," he reminded him.

"I'm not the father!" Theworld growled, repulsing.

Pepestar rolled his eyes. "I've important white supremacy conspiracies to solve, tell me when they're born."

Ad his father departed, Datboi's face grew graver as Moonmoon became closer and closer to giving birth. Thoughts rushed through his mind of parenthood, of sleepless nights and endless mewling. The commitment was too much for him, his heart began to race, would he be up to the challenge of parenting?

Wait, I'm not the mother, I don't have to do anything! Datboi felt at ease.

"Push, Moonmoon!" Badluck cried over her screams as the first kit began to appear. Datboi rushed over to the mother of his kits, standing awkwardly over her. This was not the moment Moonmoon had wished for, but it would have to do.

"It's coming! It's coming!" Badluck rejoiced, retrieving the first kit from her. Datboi strained to see his first kit, but it wasn't long before the next one was on it's way.

"How many are there?!" Datboi creased, unable to look at the scene before him. Badluck sighed.

"Over 9000."

"WhAT?!" Datboi cried, outraged.

Badluck giggled. "I'm kidding, there's only three."

As the second kit made an appearance, Moonmoon began to relax as the third one stopped in its tracks. Datboi got a better look of his kits as Badluck stopped to examine them. The Clan waited in awe at the news, the news of the kits that had been the talk of the year.

"There's three, and the first two are here! One tom and one she-kit!" he announced, and the Clan cheered.

Datboi observed his son first, a glistening white tom with red patches to resemble his unicycle, a sight to be marvelled at; he certainly picked up his good looks, despite looking nothing like him... shi-. His daughter however was green all over with a few tufts of white that sparkled in the non-existent sunlight. But there was still one more, another kit to make an interest, and as Moonmoon groaned, the third kit was born!

A bright light emerged as the last kit came into the world, a glistening angel in the starlight. Datboi squinted to catch a glimpse, and there he saw the embodiment of Pepestar before his very eyes, only smaller, kit-size. His joy overflowed, but then he remembered, the reincarnation of Pepestar was to happen when... Oh no...

"Pepestar is dead!" Kardashiancry announced, pleased beyond belief. "You shall now know me as Kardashianstar, leader of MemeClan!"

The Clan wearily cheered her name as they focused on the kits, but Datboi was too heartbroken to speak. His father was dead.

"Hey," Moonmoon grasped his attention, "I know your Dad's dead, but do you want to name 'em?"

He nodded gently. "I want to name our son Wearenumberkit, so that when he's older I can bless him with the name of the most musical of memes."

Moonmoon nodded. "I would like to name our daughter Starkit, the very greatest meme in the history of all Clans."

Gazing down at their last kit, they shared a knowing glance. "And our youngest son... is Pepekit."

Badluck wiped away his tears, bouncing upon the highest rock to deliver the news. "Two sons and a she-kit, please welcome Wearenumberkit, Starkit and Pepekit to our wonderful Clan!"

"Wearenumberkit! Starkit! Pepekit!" the Clan cheered.

Datboi gazed into the moonlight as the sun fell upon his family, all asleep below him. He smiled, basking in the light, and as his father's face appeared in the large moon above him, he closed his eyes and murmured for only Pepestar to hear.

"It was... dank fam lmao init syke m8 yeah boiiiiiiiiiii WE ARE NUMBER ONE HEY!"

DA, DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA, DA, DA DA DA DA, DA, DA DA, WE ARE NUMBER ONE

WE ARE NUMBER ONE

WE ARE NUMBER ONE

HEY

HEY!"

*curtain falls*

Fin

~Hazel ended this beautiful book, thanks for being memetastic~