Cherryfall slid through the tall grass that shielded the warriors den and padded up to her brother. "Hey Molewhisker, want to go hunting with me?" Molewhisker yawned. "Not really." Cherryfall hissed. "Too bad. It's about time you got off your fat lazy tail and actually did some work for a change. So, GET UP YOU FAT LAZY COUCH POTATO!!!!!!!!!!!" Molewhisker's whiskers twitched. "What's a couch?" Cherryfall thought for a minute. "I don't know. It just sounded right." Molewhisker shrugged. "Okay. What's a potato?" Cherryfall sighed. "Just get up." Molewhisker groaned. "Do I have to?" Cherryfall cuffed his ears. "Does that answer your question?" "Fine, fine, let's go."

Later...

Cherryfall crouched three fox-lengths from the crow. She was so excited to bring it back to camp. It would feed the elders for a moon! Suddenly, Molewhisker ran up. "Did you hear the news? Firestar hates waffles! WAFFLES!" Startled, the crow flew away. Cherryfall glared at Molewhisker, trembling with rage. "I told you to go hunt by the lake! Not go to camp and listen to elders gossip!" Molewhisker shrugged. "I know. But that sounded boring, so I decided to go back to camp and snooze instead." Cherryfall snarled and flung herself at her brother, who promptly fled in terror. Cherryfall hissed and frothed at the mouth. Molewhisker's eyes widened as he ran. "I think you need to cut down on the red meat." Cherryfall hissed even louder and jumped on his back. Sinking her claws into his shoulders, she snarled. "I don't know what red meat is, but you're about to be DEAD MEAT!!!!!" Suddenly, the twins lifted their ears in unison, hearing a whooshing noise. Then a huge crushing weight smashed into the two of them, and then, pitch black.