To be named...

Four hundred seasons into the future, in a galaxy very, very close...

"CHARGE!"

Precisely five hundred warriors huroed themselves at the towering walls with slashing teeth and slicing claws. The ambush was unsuccessful; the warriors merely bounced off rubber walls and collided with their comrades as they flailed though the air.

ThunderClan's leader Mysticalstar hissed in frustration, observing her warriors as they collected themselves and began inspecting their wrenched claws.

"What're you waiting for?" she screeched, turning to face the nervous apprentices standing beside what resembled a catapult. "Launch the flaming - "

The apprentices ignited a log and launched it into the crowd of disheartened ThunderClan warriors. An acrid scent clogged the air.

"We'll never seize this fort!" an apprentice complained. "WindClan's defense is too strong."

Indeed, the rubber walls of the WindClan fort had been equipped with missles, ignited logs, and leaflets crammed with sharpened shells and rockets.

Drones now hovered ovet the crowd, carrying these dangerous leaflets.

Mysticalstar jumped into her small, personal rocket and smashed through the drones. She triumphantly hollered at the smoldering drones: "Take that!" "You can't defeat me, fools!" But she was distracted for a moment to long; the rocket acclerated, aimed for the moon.

"ACK! STOP!" Mysticalstar yowled as she began smashing her paws down on levers and buttons, chosen at random. Her claw had just touched a dark blue screen when the floor disappeared and she fell out of the rocket.