Firestar: I'm so bored. Honestly so bored. So so so bored. Can't be bored-er.

Sandstorm: Bored- er? Border?

Firestar: N O. BORDER.

Sandstorm: so border?

Firestar: YOU KNOW I MEAN BORED ER. Mouse brain!

Sandstorm: hey, you know what this is? *magically pulls out a sharpie*

Firestar: WH- ... gimme that  *snatches sharpie off Sandstorm*

Sandstorm: oop, aggressive much

Firestar: *stares at sharpie in wonder, before taking the lid off*

Firestar: YES! BLACK! PERFECT! *races over to Bluestar who is sleeping.

Firestar: *giggling uncontrollably and you hear squeaks of sharpie on fur if it makes a soun*

1823837372082  moons later

Bluestar: *yawns and gets up, shaking her fur and walking away*

Bluestar: Ah, a lovely day toda- *trips over a sharpie on the floor with the lid off* what in the name of st- WHY AM I BLACK FURRED? *sceeching*

Firestar: *strolls into den causually* Oh hey, BLACKstar!

Blu-I mean, Blackstar: oh no you didn't.

Firestar: oh yes I did!

Blackstar: *hisses*

Firestar: right cya- *running away*