Bill walks among a path do contemplating life as he knew it.

Bill: Why do clans have to be so weird? Maybe they can just be normal for once!

Longpelt: What are you doing in AdaptClan's territory?!

Bill: *shrugs* I have been through this before just take me to your leader.

Longpelt: If you're not going to leave I guess I will have to take you to Adaptationstar.

Clawpelt: *shoves Bill into the leader's den*

Adaptationstar: Who did you bring this time Longpelt? Oh, that's Bill Nye the Science Kitty, just leave him with me.

Bill: How do you know my name?

Adaptionstar: Practically every Clan knows your name and what you're doing; going around and pestering Clans for information.

Bill: It's not like that—I am doing it for the good of science.

Adaptionstar: Yeah whatever you probably want to learn about adaptations.

Bill: That would be much appreciated.

Adaptionstar: *Sigh* Well it all begins with the environment. There are three things a cat can do when its environment changes: adapt, migrate, or die.

Bill: Wow, seriously? Then how did the canon clans adapt when they were all in a similar place?

Adaptionstar: Well after a long period of time, RiverClan cats needed to fish and struggled a bit so soon they had webbed paws.

Bill: What, really?

Adaptionstar: WindClan cats became smaller so they could run with the wind and ShadowClan cats pelts became darker as to blend in with the shadows.

Bill: Wow alright then. Is that it?

Adaptionstar: Yes you can leave my Clan now before you adapt here and we have to keep you.

Bill: Fine.

Bill left the territory disgusted by the rudeness of that clan.

Sorry for the short chapter I couldn't think of anything. This is Dusky signing off!