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The faint winds that echoed throughout the forest were no longer filled with warmth, but instead were infected with the bitter cold that came with leaf-bare. An unfortunate reminder of what had happened last solstice, when the fury of RedClan ripped through the cedar trees.
As Joestar carefully led his clan across the Thunderpath, an uneasy pang from his heart infected his body. If this.. ''meeting'' with RedClan went wrong, he didn't know what he'd do. He would fail as the leader to his clan, he would have dishonored the legacy of the leaders before him. But he didn't have a choice this time. BlueClan absolutely needed the White House. Prey was getting scarce around their camp, and everyone was becoming incredibly malnourished.
Harrisclaw must've caught sight of Joestar's visible uneasiness, he realized, as she trotted up closer to him soon after. She sighed deeply. ''Joestar. . . I know how frightening this must be, even as leader. But this clan shall fight alongside you.''
Joestar blinked. ''Well.. I, er.. thank you, Harrisclaw. I didn't think you'd notice. I truly..'' He looked back, thinking about what else he should say. ''I truly appreciate you saying that.'' He looked forward, realizing that they were almost there.
Trumpstar's paws were wet with mud as he waited for Sleepy Joestar's clan. He ran his tongue over his neon orange muzzle, smirking as he saw the silhouette of BlueClan cats slowly walking towards RedClan.
''Well, well, well...'' Trumpstar meowed, flipping his bangs as he inched closer to Bidenstar. ''I didn't think you'd show up.''
''Trumpstar, you've gone too far!'' Joestar hissed in his gravelly, sore voice. ''We don't have to do this. We can leave our clans alone, and resume back to our duties! We shouldn't fight!''
''Petty, unnecessary clarifications..'' Trumpstar muttered. ''The White House is ours for the taking, Sleepy Joestar. And if you object, you'll have to get through RedClan.
''Trumpstar, listen to me.'' He desperately plead. ''You can't do this. You don't need the White House. You have plenty of fresh-kill, and all of your warriors are healthy. Let us sort this out peacefully. The Founding Fathers wouldn't want us fighting! Let us.. let us have a truce.''
''A truce?'' , The bubbling chortle in Clintonheart's throat turned into a boisterous guffaw. He licked away his tears.
''Silly kitty. There will be no 'truce'. Me and bubba over here, along with our true warriors--'' He jabbed his head towards Putinberry and Newsomstraw specifically. ''We'll tear your clan apart. Unless.. you're gonna be a scaredy cat, and retreat?''
Joestar had to admit, Trumpstar was horribly irritating him. But he couldn't use his anger. He had to control his emotions.
He decided to try to convince Trumpstar one last time, but Monicatail stepped up to Joestar, signaling to him, you've done enough. Let me try this time. Monicatail padded up closer to Trumpstar so he could hear her clearer.
''Trumpstar, just.. please. Imagine if your warriors got wounded severely. From what I see, you don't have a medicine cat at the moment. This.. could be very, very dangerous. Any good leader would want to protect their warriors.'', Monicatail tried to reason.
''Hmph. Considering the fact that you seem rather hesitant, and I mean very hesitant, I'll just say.. the White House is ours now. Why, thank you.'' Trumpetstar said in a hoarse meow.
Goodness gracious.
Joestar turned his head to look up at Silverpelt as he closed his eyes.
Forgive me, StarClan. I do not have any other choices left.
After he opened his eyes, Sleepy Joestar swiftly signaled to Harrisclaw, Zohranbay, and Barackheart to pounce onto the RedClan cats.
(WARNINGZ: GOREZ!!11!1!1!1!1!1!1!11!1!1 RUH ROHZ >C<)
THE SILLIEST BILLIEST FIGHT BROKE OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLEEPY JOESTAR YOWLED AS HE PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY TRAMPLED CLINTONHEART, DRAGGING HIS CLAWS AGAINST BUBBA'S BACK!!! THE CONFLICT WAS SO INSANE *NOT CLIKBATE* *AT THREE A.M.* *TOTALYZ REAL*
''S-Senpai Bubba!'' Trumpstar bellowed. He ran past Zohranbay and Musktail beating the fresh-kill out of eachother, and like the scally-wag he was, clawed Sleepy Joestar. Joestar immediately jumped back, putting his paw up to the painful injury.
''S-senpai Bubba..'' Trumpstar said in a quiet mew. ''Oh, my intelligent, graceful, kind, thoughtful, articulate, peculiar, unique, special, wonderful, brilliant, comedic, beautiful, handsome, gorgeous, lovely, homosexual Clintonheart..''
He turned to Sleepy Joestar, snarling and growling. ''Yew.. yew'll pay for this, Sleepy Joestar..''
THERE WAS A SUPER BIG FIGHT BETWEEN JOESTAR AND TRUMPSTAR!!! THEY FOUGHT AND FIGHTEDHTSED AND BREAKDANCED AND DID THE MACARENA!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLAY MOLAY ROLAY POLAY GUACAMOLE!!!!!!!!!
''HEH............'' TRUMPSTAR HAD JOESTAR PINNED!!!!!!!!
''PLEASEZ..... TRUMPETSTAR.. YOU DON'T HAVE TEW DO DIS!!!!!! DX''
DEN.... DUN DUN DUN.. TRUMPETCUMPETSTAR BRUTALYZ SLAUGHTERED JOESTAR!!!!!! NOES!!!!!!!!
''J-JOESTAR! NOES!'', HARRISCLAW YOWLED AND PRANCED TO HIS BODY!!!
EVERY BLEWCLAN CAT........ TURNED TO FACE JOESTAR'S BODY..........
When Joestar opened his eyes, all he could see was darkness for a few moments. A cold, unfamiliar shiver ran up his spine and made his hairs stand. He suddenly felt horribly aware and alert.
The figures of six cats slowly appeared in his vision, all of them quietly trotting towards him.
Their coats were too blurred for him to see their exact colors, but his eyes widened when he realized who they were.
The Founding Fathers.
He saw Georgestar first-- the honorable cat everyone had told tales about throughout the generations.
Then Joestar saw Franklinstar, JamesBane, and Jeffersontail soon after, with Hamiltonclaw and JohnPelt being at the back. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He immediately straightened his back as Franklinstar and Georgestar came toward him. Every tom was still incredibly silent, not making any sound with their voice. This.. felt odd.
Georgestar touched noses with Joestar for a moment, before backing up to let Franklinstar do the same. One by one, every other tom did the exact same motion.
''You have lost another life, Joestar. This is your final. Use it wisely.'' Their voices, all together, echoed within the chambers of Joestar's mind.
''Oh, jeebus the heebus, he's alive!'' Zohranbay mewed, backing away from Joestar's body.
''We must finish this battle, once and for all.'' Harrisclaw said, with a hint of firmness. ''But we can't, without you.''
Joestar nodded, finally getting up.
''So, Sleepy Joe is ABSOLUTKELWY DONE with his nap?'', Mikeclaw would chortle.
''Can it, silly billy.'' Barackheart would snarl.
THEN THE SUPER EPIC COOL BATTLE #2 STARTED AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY PEAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOSH!!!!!!! WHOWZERS1!1!1!1!1!
''A-ack! They have too much.. too much swag!'' Trumpstar would yowl out. ''Retreat! Retreat! You'll pay for this, Joestar! This isn't over, yet!''
Every Redclan cat scurried away, leaving just the BlueClan cats.
They all mewed in celebration, BREAKDANCING AND DOING THE MACARENA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!!