Hopestar's Rise

"I no go to Moostone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" shrieked a high pitched voice. "Phew, at least it's not," the tom talking dropped his voice to a whisper, "Emmetstar." Gasps rose from the crowd at the dreaded name. "We shall not be as dumb as him," she yowled. "But we must..." The cats waited in silence.

"PROTECT OUR BATHROOMS WITH OUR LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Crickets chirped. "No, they don't like me," whispered Hopestar. "STARDERP IS UNHAPPY," declared Hopestar. The cats started running in circles, paws in the air, and screaming.

"She carries the spirit of the dreaded cat," mewed the tom. The cats started looking derpy and making derpy noises as the name Emmetstar rose in the sky. "Now derpy faces will be on the sunset and the sunrise. Every cat will turn derpy at some point, the most serious first."

This cat was talking like a medicine derp! "We have to save ourselves from the Clans' demise." He looked at the crowd. "Ready?" The cats glanced at each other. "No."