"Aaaahhh! No, no, no!" Brokenstar thrashed with all his might to try to break free from the screaming cats. They chanted, holding his limbs down while they kissed him uncontrollably. "Adam! Adam! Adam!"
Suddenly, he heard a voice. He looked around.
"Brokentail!" An old, familiar voice rasped. He suddenly became unaware of the Fan-Cats that were tearing him apart. But more, the voice had just called him by his old warrior name! Almost no one had called him that since he became leader, except Thunderclan...
"Brokentail, it's your mother!" It rasped again. Did that mean that that was Yellowfang? That was weird, because the voice sounded like that of an old Chinese Lady. "I can't believe you. I didn't believe you when you killed your fazer, eizer, but I just can't believe you!" Brokenstar listened intently, still unaware of the growing lipstick stains on his fur.
"You got bunch of senseless she-cat kittypets attacking you wiz kisses and calling you Adam Lambert, and your acting like stupid kit you were when I first gave birz to you!" Yellowfang complained. Brokenstar admitted, he was acting stupid.
"You should've seen yourself. You weren't even aware that your brozers and sisters died as kits right in front of you! You just suckled me and kneaded like idiot at my belly." At that, Brokenstar felt taken aback. He was being harassed by his own mother, who was in Starclan and helpless against him, as powerful as he was. In his mind, he said, "Mom, why are you doing this? All I wanted was to eat some cheeseburgers,". Yellowfang chuckled. "What does that have to do with anyzing? You have messed up mind, Brokentail. But what you need to do is show them what you are! Not what they think you are!" And then, the voice faded away, and Brokenstar came back to reality, where he was being trampled by cats.
"STOP! I AM NOT ADAM LAMBERT!" Brokenstar yelled at the top of his lungs.
The cats stopped dead. Even the fridge swung open, and the Bumblebee Tuna Cat stared in awe at him.
"Who are you, then?" The cat that poked him when he first came to the Mansion asked defensively. Brokenstar took up a gulp of breath and then spoke.
"I am not Adam Lambert," He repeated. "I don't even know what an Adam Lambert is, much less a Lambert species!" The cats surrounding him gasped in surprise.
"My name is Brokenstar. I was a leader in Shadowclan, but I died, so I worked at the Warriors Worldwide Library. Momentarily," He continued as the Fan-Cats watched intently.
"Owlstar, the owner of the library, thought I was too hurtful managing there so he fired me. Then, I ended up here."
The cats stared at him for a little longer, and then simultaneously hissed at him.
"Get out!"
"Adam Lambert imposter!"
"Haters gonna hate!"
He heard a jumble of insults and warnings to leave. Beginning to turn around, he saw something out of the corner of his eye, on the roof. It seemed to be a cat, a skinny, tan cat with a triangular, brown face in transition, hanging on the roof, looking down at him.
Then he heard a simultaneous "Get Out!" and a kick to his tail, and he ran.
Just as he got near the largest door in the place, seeming to be an exit, he heard a thud and quick pawsteps just behind him.
But he quickly hauled out, panting as the door slammed behind him.
"What were you doing in there?" A voice asked, strikingly similar to the Chinese Yellowfang he heard in the mansion. He turned around to see a Siamese cat, tan on the body, but brown on the face and tail.
"Who are you?" Brokenstar demanded, turning to her with an icy gaze.
"Don't look at me like that, it's disrespectful," She started. "I'm your mozer."
Brokentail was surprised and confused at this. He had NO resemblance of a Siamese, not one fleck of fur! How could she be her father?
"I am Empress Yellowfang, of Xizanq," She said. "The stupid Thunderclan medicine cat that told you that she was your mozer, she lied. She my long lost sister."
"But I look nothing like you! I mean, I'm not Chinese, and I don't look Chinese either! Wha-" He stopped, too confused to talk.
"I know, but you got your fazer's genes," She said easily.
Brokenstar stood, bewildered. "Wow. A Chinese mom." But then, an idea came to his mind.
"Does that mean that I can do Kung Fu?!"