The toms and she-cats stepped into the castle, looking around warily, meanwhile Pinestar flattened his ears and glared around the room.

"Um, Pinestar, aren't you at least a tiny bit concerned that this castle might be haunted?" A villager questioned.

"Don't lose your nerve." Pinestar responded.

". . . Where are we?" Some cat asks.

"This place seems . . . familiar. Like I've been here before." Another adds.

Pinestar padded up to a teapot and a cup, examining them, then, in a mocking voice, said; "well hello there, you must be the talking teacup! And you must be her grandmother."

"GRANDMOTHER?!" Sandstorm exploded. "ATTACK!"

"Oh hello!" Came Greystripe's voice.

Chaos ensued.

Screaming. Running. Plates breaking, books slapping against cats. Chaos.

The coat rack came up on Pinestar, and he quickly shoved a random cat in front of him to take the hit. Then swiftly shoved the cat at the piano coming up behind them, and the cat stared at Pine in complete and utter shock.

"Sorry, it's hero time." Pinestar meowed.

...

When Leafpool arrived at the castle, she was horrified to hear the ongoing fighting, right when she was about to open the doors, she heard someone call her name.

She turned and saw Darkstripe, Tigerclaw, Mothwing, and Barley running up to her.

"How can we help?" Tigerclaw asked.

"Try to help chase everybody off-I'll deal with your father." She told him.

"Don't call him that." Tiger said. "He's not a father and never will be."

Leafpool smiled, then nodded, and heaved open the doors.

Immediately Greystripe grinned at his friend, then frowned at the cats behind her.

"They're with me." She said quickly, and Grey's grin returned.

"It's good to have you back." He said.

"Good to be back." She replied.

Greystripe turned to the cats behind Leaf. "You," he said to Tigerclaw, "help my dear friend Brackenfur-he's a piano, long story. You," he looked at Mothwing, "go with him." Then he looked at Darkstripe. "Join my friend Sandstorm, she's a teapot-again, long story. And you." He looked at Barley. "Find a little black clock named Ravenpaw and give him a helping paw."

The four cats raced off, and Greystripe let a small smile edge onto his face at Mothwing and Tigerclaw's matching strides. Like father like daughter. Whispered his mind.

Squirrelflight flung plates at countless cats, and Ravenpaw grinned from the top of the stairs. "Great work Squilf, keep it up!" He hopped onto his piano friend, and began throwing the books he'd been carrying. There was a scroll as well, and he smiled and opened it.

"Excellent! The infantry's arrived! Now go teach them a lesson! Go!" Raven ordered.

The books flew off of Brackenfur and started whacking many cats, Ravenpaw grinned pridefully.

"Yes," he beamed, "those are called books, you third rate musketeers!"

Three musketeers glared up at him.

"Oops." Ravenpaw frowned. "BYE!" He scampered away as the three toms raced up the steps, Sorreltail stopped them.

"Yesssssssss, pretty boys, I have juuuuuuust the outfit for you!" She then proceeded to dress all three of them in dresses.

Two of them went running down the stairs yelling "MOMMYYYYYYYYY!" while the third grinned at the wardrobe and bowed in gratitude, and gracefully walks away with his head held high.

"Yes, go, be free!" Sorreltail called after them.

She then tossed Sandstorm into the air and the teapot managed to hook onto the chandelier and poor piping hot tea onto a majority of the cats there.

"How do you like your tea?" She yowled. "Piping hot? OR BOILING?"

But suddenly she fell, and Darkstripe just barely caught her before she shattered onto the palace floor.

"Thank you-Darkstripe?"

"Uh, yeah? Are you Sandstorm?"

"Why yes I am."

"Okay, I was told to help you."

"Well, shall we get to it then?"

"Yep!"

Brackenfur let his key-teeth play beautifully as he fought off many of the invaders.

"SILENCE THAT HARPSICHORD!" A she-cat bellowed.

"Excuse me?" The time hissed. Then, out of the corner of his "eye", he saw the love of his life.

"Brackenfur?" She called wistfully.

"Sorreltail!" The piano continued playing happily.

"I'm coming, my love!" Sorrel said, and with a high-pitched note, leapt off of the balcony.

Cats staggered back as the wardrobe landed, many ran out and back towards the village. Greystripe lit up a rope which caused the rest of the cats to flee the building.

"HAHA!" Greystripe cheered. "We did it!"

Darkstripe and Tigerclaw smiled lovingly at each other as Mothwing and Barley hugged.

"Woo! I hope Flower's okay at home." Barley worried. "I should probably head back-"

"Barley she's almost an adult, I'm sure she's okay." Moth said, resting her tail tip on his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"Are you two like a thing?" Grey asked.

"I'm aromantic." Mothwing informed him. "Besides he's like ten years older then me. Ew."

"Okay, just checking." Greystripe shot a "go ahead and talk to him" look at Ravenpaw.

Raven rolled his eyes and looked off to the side.

"Hey, where's Leafpool?" Darkstripe asked, and they all looked around. Then they head the faint yelling coming from above them.

And the sound of a gunshot.

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