TAKE 1: The Gray Menace The cats padded into the studio, tails flicking, yawning. “5AM for THIS??” Firestar yawned, eyes blinking heavily. He let his legs buckle slightly, climbing onto the prop highrock and lying down. “Even Tigerstar was nicer than this,” he meowed. He stretched his hind legs until they vibrated, taking in a long huff of air. Graystripe, seeing his friend down, wanted to cheer him up. He climbed up a ladder clumsily, paws sliding outwards against the cool, dented metal. He finally managed to get up, his form trembling. He took a grand leap, landing right next to Firestar with a thud, yowling “BOO!” “HOLY STARCLAN—“ Firestar yowled, nearly doing a backflip off the highrock, scrambling back onto the foam rock. He grinned sheepishly, watching as Graystripe doubled over, looking like a storm cloud having a sugar rush. “YOU.. OH, WOW! AAHAHA-“ Graystripe purred, rolling off of the rock. Firestar shook his head, chuckling. “How many jumpscared is that, this week??” He mewed, still shaking. “Like.. 15????” His tail flicked in amusement, watching Graystripe wheeze like a dying badger choking on a whistle. “Graystripe?? Did a badger having a caffiene rush possess you??” He meowed. “Whew! Ok..” Graystripe purred, settling down. “No, I am not a badger. I am not a bug, a rug, a mug, or a cog.” He paused, tail flicking in amusement. “Or a snake.” Firestar purred, his tail curling with GrayStripe’s. “Of course not. Besides, you’re too floofy to be a snake.” Graystripe flushed bright red, the director staring in shock. “We’re saving this for the blooper reel.” She muttered, turning off the camera. “CUT!” She yelled. “TAKE 2!”
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