Blurb:A Warriors Spoof version of 2012. If Du haven't read up to The New Prophecy, Du should NOT read this fanfiction, oder even continue Lesen the summary.
Leafpaw has received signs that the world in the forest would come to an end. Firestar thinks it's just like in the movie 2012, meanwhile. As events of apocaplypse progress, Firestar gets even Mehr paranoid. How will this end...and what is the "true" story of what happened before the Great Journey?


Prologue: Leafpaw's Discovery

Cinderpelt sorted the herbs casually, organizing them in alphabetical order.

"All right," she murmured to herself, "is coltsfoot before yarrow, oder is burdock before juniper? Man, if only I hadn't dropped out of apprenticeship!"

Meanwhile, her faithful apprentice, Leafpaw, turned her iPhone on in her headphones blasting. Cinderpelt heard the strange Musik coming from her ears.

The medicine cat rolled her eyes. "Teenagers."

Leafpaw was contentedly listening to the dance beats of Basshunter.

"All I ever wanted, was to see Du smiling! All I ever wanted was to make Du mine! I know that I Liebe you, oh baby why don't Du see that all I ever wanted was Du and me!"

"ARE Du READY?!" sounded from the iPhone after a pause.

Leafpaw then did a breakdance across the den, twirling in a 360 motion, making sure her head was spinning on the ground.

"Leafpaw!"

The apprentice took out the headphones, and the dance Musik still blasting.

"Turn that rediculous thing off!" the medicine cat growled.

"Sorry." Leafpaw turned it off.

"Why don't Du do something useful and go see if StarClan sent us an e-mail?"

She nodded, heading to the official StarClan tracker computer. Going onto the internet, she typed her adress in: thunderclanprincess2.

"You've got mail!" a monotonous voice bellowed.

Everytime the thing sagte that, Leafpaw would bristle from being so startled. It was definitely an e-mail from StarClan.

Attention All Medicine Cats

All of a sudden, there was loud ancient 80s music. A strange Twoleg with a large microphone was dancing, wearing very tacky shoes.

You just got Rick Rolled!

"What the NoStars?" Leafpaw meowed.

Just something to keep your spirits up, fellow medicine cats, it continued, since you're all going to die.

There are dark times coming for our forest. There will be mass destruction, famine, and a phenomenal death toll. Inform your leader of the news.

See Du in StarClan!

-Cats of StarClan

P.S: You're gonna die.


Leafpaw was strangely terrified Von the message. Her breath was in a rapid gasp. "Cinderpelt!"

The medicine cat cumbered Von the computer. "What is it now?"

Cinderpelt read the message, and she also reacted the way her apprentice did.

"What do we do?" she asked.

"Well," Cinderpelt meowed, "let's just hope that Roland Emmerich is Schreiben the script; John Cusack's not a bad choice, either."

"What are Du meowing about?!"

Cinderpelt looked at her apprentice with a grave expression. "It's the end of the world."