Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27038405-20160406161008/@comment-33008190-20160408045022

Winterpaw opened his eyes. "WHERE IN GODS NAME AM I?!?!?"

He sprung to is paws, panting and whirling around, looking at the darkness on one side and light on the other.

What the he-

"BAGAGAGAGAGRACHIPMAGUHFOORUH"

WINTEROAW whipped sound and saw a very angry Puff, with a red contrast on his pudgy face. His cheeks were already stuffed with little nuts and seeds. ''SO. FAT.''

Winterpaw leaned down to the ROLLY-Polly-Olly squirrel, and whispered: "you know I can't understand your mental squirrel language, right fatso? Anyways, I have no idea where we are. I mean, I'm dead, but.....

WAIT HOW ARE YOU HERE?!"

"CHA CHA CHA CHA BAH RA GO FUH"

"Yeah, sure. Ok all I understand is you probably got killed for being too huge and loud. Sounds like me..."

"GABARABA"

"Shut up."

Winterpaw turned once again, breathing in the fresh scent. Suddenly he looked down, and yowled.

He could see all the cats, the Blogclan, other Clans, kittypets, loners. He could see their debates, argues, resolves, and everything that happened.

"THATS WHERE WE ARE. CHUBBYPUFF, WE'RE IN STARCLAN!"

"CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMA"

"Ok, but, now that we're here, where is everyone. We have to go somewhere to find them, BECAUSE THEY WON'T FIND US THOSE LAZY TURTLES, and we have to ways. Left, or right?"

"Oofa."

"No. What? No. Shut up."

Winterpaw took another deep breath, closed his eyes, and picked one way. He was either right or wrong...and what was the worst that could happen?

I'M TOO FABULOUS TO BE HURT BY WHATEVER'S IN THIS PLACE!

Some chose again. For the third time recently, he picked which way to turn.

The first one he got wrong.

The second: right, in a way.

The third: he chose left....

The wrong way.