The Greatest Club Ever

Willowpaw yawned and slowly made her way through camp, dragging her feet. She was bored- all she really did was train and sleep. Now that she thought about it, everyone in camp looked rather bored.

The delicate black-and-white she-cat shook herself as an idea popped into her head. All the clan needed was a little bit of fun, to get them back on their feet. She needed a few companions though- one small apprentice wasn't going to prank the whole of Shadowclan on her own...

Roaringpaw padded out of the medicine cat den, head swirling with the pungent scent of herbs. He had to get out there before he turned into catmint. 'Should I be social?' Roaringpaw wondered. The tiny tom spotted a fellow apprentice, and was struck with inspiration to do something other than sort a pile of herbs. Willowpaw looked like she could use some company as much as he did.

"Hi Willowpaw!" Roaringpaw greeted her. He become curious when sudden excitement showed on her face. "What's up?"

Ooc: this is gonna be great!

Nightpaw and Sootpaw were playing around around when they saw Willowpaw and Roaringpaw talking. Seeing the mischevious look on Willowpaw's face, Sootpaw darted over, followed by his sister. "What's going on?" He meowed. Nightpaw chimed in as well, a smirk on her face, meowing, "Willowpaw, what'd you get into now?"

Willowpaw grinned. "Hi Roaringpaw," Willowpaw sat down, her amber eyes glimmering.
"Oh, nothing," She mewed loftily. She turned as Nightpaw and Sootpaw padded over and tilted her head.
"Alright..." She mewed, lowering her voice in a conspiratorial tone. "I might have a small plan to sort of... spice things up. We need more cats though. Do you guys have anyone in mind?"

A larger pale-ginger shape suddenly loomed over the mischievous young apprentices as Ryeheart approached the group, a stern scowl on his muzzle. Flicking his long, fluffy tail the young warrior let out a low growl; "And what do you little troublemakers think you're doing? The only way you'd get away with whatever you're planning is if..." His face quickly calmed back to his usual fun-loving grin, and Ryeheart crouched down playfully as he finished his statement with a friendly wink; "...you include me in it!"

Darkpaw, watched from a tree's shadow, the cats whom where chatting, her lip curled on a grunt when she saw Ryeheart, like always his so-flirty attitude on it limits. Darkpaw, flattened her ears and unsheathed her claws 'Why don't you just go and join Lightdrop if that makes you happy?!' That question again, echoed on her mind.

She was too angered with Ryeheart, she needed to keep on and forget about him, for her Ryeheart was only a annoying tom that wasn't satisfied at all.

Willowpaw chuckled. "Alright, but you have to promise not to tell anyone."
She turned to Roaringpaw, looking back and forth before beckoning the others closer.
"I have a plan," She mewed quietly. "We're going to do a series of pranks- nothing too bad, but enough to get some cat's attention, and maybe scare a few of them."
She glanced around before lowering her voice even more. "We could be like... like a group, a secret gathering dedicated to pranking cats!"

Roaringpaw blinked at the proclamation, and instantly agreed. He didn't realize how much he needed this until Willowpaw made such a marvelous suggestion. "I'm in," the medicine cat apprentice meowed faster than his brain could register. Not that he minded the words coming out of his mouth. "I think our catchphrase should be "I solemnly swear to Starclan that I'm up to no good." He had no idea where that idea came from, or why he thought for a sliver of a moment about magical twolegs when that phrase slid into his brain. "What's the plan, Willowpaw?"

(I totally didn't break any fourth walls here, why would I do that?XD)

"Ooh, I like the sound of that! What sort of pranks do you want to pull? Put slugs in cat's nests? Mouse bile inside fresh-kill?" Ryeheart knew that he was a warrior now, but that didn't mean he had outgrown his mischievous ways! In fact, thinking about the good old days of running around with his brother and friends reminded him of someone, and he turned cautiously towards where Darkpaw stood. True, she was extremely mad at him, but he knew she would get a kick out of this! With a sheepish smile, the pale ginger tom waved his tail and called; "Darkpaw, come here and check this out! You're gonna love it!"

Darkpaw gave him a resentful gaze,  but then stand up and approached to the group,  her claws unsheathed,  she did a dirty glance at Ryeheart but then sighed.

"If ya'll wil prank someone,  please,  prank Snakeblaze,  it will be funny seeing him trying to find a guilty" Her voice jokingly,  she really wanted to prank Snakeblaze

The she-cat purred in approval. "I solemnly swear to Starclan that we are up to no good." She repeated, wonder in her voice. There was something magical about that sentence.
Willowpaw nodded sagely, her expression solemn as Ryeheart rattled off a list of excellent ideas.  There was nothing more serious than pranks. "Slugs seem like a good idea." She mewed after a brief pause.

She looked up. "Snakeblaze could be a good start, but I was thinking we'd go bigger." She flicked her tail, lowering her voice once more.
"What if we pranked Leopardstar?"

Nightpaw's eyes grew wide. "Leopardstar?" She whispered.

Sootpaw grinned wildly. "I am so in!"He meowed.

Leafpaw flicked her ears as cats voices registered in her mind. Or, more specifically, apprentice voices. She stepped out of the den and made her presence known to the rest of the group. "What are you guys doing?" she asked.