OH YOU, MILLIE Millie was so bored. She had spent an hour cooing over her only kit, Briarlight, and thinking how funny them strangers, Bumblestripe and Blossomfall, talk like Ben Stiller. She sat by the fresh-kill pile, urinating in it. Then she saw her mate, Greystripe, sitting behind a bush doing weird stuff. "HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, GREYSTRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPE!" Millie derped. Greystripe turned around. Oh, Silverstream, help me... "HEY, GREYSTRIIIIIIIIIIIIPE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING BEHIND THAT BUSH?" the still-a-kittypet asked. "Why don't you mind your own business?" hissed Greystripe.