Nightclaw: Welcome to the fifth chapter of this story!

Jayfeather: Quick! Turn back before it's too late!

Breezepelt: It's horrible here!

Nightclaw: Guys! Quit terrorizing the readers!

Jayfeather: No, it's you who's doing the terrorizing!

Nightclaw: I'm not!

Breezepelt: Yeah you are.

Nightclaw: Do you want me to call another person to come to handle you two?

Jayfeather: Wait, who is this person?

Nightclaw: Not a person, a cat.

Breezepelt: Well who is it?

Nightclaw: I'll talk to you two about this later, now hurry, and say the disclaimer.

Jayfeather: Nightclaw doesn't own us, warriors, or the song.

The Fifth day of Christmas

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, five golden rings…

Definitions

Gold: a precious mineral

Rings: circular objects with a large hole in the middle that you put on your finger

Golden rings: a ring made of gold thence the word "golden rings".

It's the fifth day of Christmas, and blah blah blah.

Jayfeather: I told you it was horrible, but did you listen? No! You just had to keep reading.

Nightclaw: Wait Jayfeather, that's not the real story.

Breezepelt: Where is the real one?

Nightclaw: Down there.

It's the fifth day of Christmas and coughing there was, throughout the clan through all the fuzz. Jayfeather was busy healing cats, while Leafpool was deliberately having chats. Jayfeather sighed in exhaustion, while I laugh at this information. "Why don't you come here and do this yourself?" Jayfeather growled. I stopped rhyming but chuckled softly.

Jayfeather stared at Leafpool having a chat with Brightheart. He growled as Leafpool looked at him then turned back to the conversation. She was always mocking him when the sick cats came pouring in, like he couldn't handle all the cats without her. He shook his head in disgust and continued healing Mousewhisker.

Then they heard a whoosh and a boom. The cats ran outside of the medicine cat den to see what was happening. "Wait come back! You're still sick! Ugh! What's wrong with this clan?" Jayfeather grumbled. Jayfeather walked outside his den and saw (by the powers of me) the clan crowded around five golden rings.

The cats never had a Christmas experience without birds attacking them, so they weren't used to rings, or knew what they were. Five cats went near the rings, which were Firestar, Dustpelt, Birchfall, Berrynose, and Toadstep. Since they were dumb, they slipped the rings onto their tails.

Jayfeather's chaos senses were tingling and knew what was going to happen. Before he could tell them to take them off, the five cats started to glow and float. The five cats started to yell for help. "Help, a mysterious force is acting upon us!" Dustpelt screamed. Berrynose was hanging upside down, "Save me! If you can only save one cat, save me!" Berrynose screamed. "No Berrynose, they should save me, Thunderclan's leader." Firestar said.

Then the five cats started to whoosh around diving towards cats. The clan screamed. The five cats screamed. Starclan screams. The Dark forest cheers. Jayfeather just stared at the clan with his eyes twitching. "Help, how do we stop ourselves?" Birchfall shouted. Jayfeather started shouting directions, "Take the rings off! Take the rings off!" he shouted.

"We're trying to!" Toadstep yelled, "But it's not working!" Jayfeather face palmed. Then a mysterious Starclan she cat appeared. "Who are you?" Jayfeather said, since he could see Starclan cats. "One who has come to help you, you can call me 'One'" the cats said. "Well how do you stop this chaos?" Jayfeather asked. "All five cats must shout 'We were stupid to pick up these rings'." One said. "Sounds like what I wished they'd say." Jayfeather murmured, and then he walked to where the chaos was.

"Hey, flying cats!" Jayfeather shouted. "What?" the five flying cats shouted back. "To stop the chaos, say 'we were stupid to pick up these rings' okay?" Jayfeather said. "Okay" yelled the stupid five cats; "We were stupid to pick up these rings!" they yelled. Then the rings flew off their tails into the sky and the five cats dropped down on their faces. Then they all celebrated with marshmallows.

Nightclaw: There, a not horrible chapter.

Jayfeather: But it was short

Nightclaw: It's supposed to be short; the shortest stories are the funniest.

Breezepelt: Short or long, doesn't matter now who is this person you're going to call?

Nightclaw: I'm not going to call a cat, yet.

Breezepelt: Yeah, but who is the cat?

Nightclaw: It's, Nightcloud.

Breezepelt: Is this supposed to be bad for me?

Nightclaw: Yes very bad, I told her that you were in a story without her.

Breezepelt: Why Nightclaw why?

Jayfeather: This is going to be bad.

Nightclaw: But I haven't decided yet, I'm letting the readers vote.

Jayfeather: Good, this'll be easy.

Nightclaw: But they like seeing you guys suffer.

Breezepelt: What has happened to the world?

Nightclaw: Now say the information.

Jayfeather: Read and review

Breezepelt: And vote if Nightcloud should be a host.