Thank you 

Wow....that's supposed to be a smiley face! Why'd I even leave that on there?

Anyway, HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE! I got bored (obviously) and decided to rip-off an idea from the Simpsons for Halloween.

The cast of characters:

Mintfur is the Narrator (person this poem is about, the "I" in the poem.). Antpelt is the Raven. Duskfur is the picture of Lenore. Willowclaw has the honor of saying whatever Mintfur thinks and we were too bored to just type normally.

"3, 2, 1..." Firestar muttered. Then the orange tom quacked like a duck.

"Hello, and thank you for celebrating the holidays with the Warriors!" Spottedpaw13 announced. "Today is Halloween!"

"Apparently, on Halloween, your supposed to wear a costume, walk to peoples houses, and they give you candy," Cinderpaw added. "However, nobody in this room has gone trick-or-treating in a long time. We spend our Halloweens eating chocolate, watching movies, and possibly playing video games."

"To celebrate this holiday, we're going to let you watch something we ripped-off- I mean was INSPIRED- by The Simpsons!" Firefrost yowled.

".....When'd you get in here?" Spottedpaw13 asked.

It was midnight. A weak and weary Mintfur was reading a book of forgotten lore, nearly bored to death and asleep, when a tapping noise came from the door.

''Tis some visitor,' Mintfur muttered, `tapping at my chamber door. Only this, and nothing more.''

"I distinctly remember," Willowclaw mewed in a voice surprisingly like Mintfur's, "It was in December. I read, trying to forget the one the angels named Lenore. She was nameless here for evermore."

The sad rustling of the purple curtains thrilled Mintfur, filling him with terrors never imagined before. Bringing himself back to reality, he found himself speaking, calming himself. ''Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is, and nothing more.''

His soul growing stronger, Mintfur hesitated no longer. "Sir, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, that I scarce was sure I heard you.'' The tom opened the door, expecting someone to be waiting for him, but there was darkness there. And nothing more.

Mintfur stared into the darkness, once again dreaming terrors never dreamed before. Suddenly, a louder tapping came from the window. "Surely," Mintfur mewed doubtfully, "surely that is something at my window lattice; let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore. Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; Tis the wind and nothing more!''

He opened the window, expecting nothing to come in. However, Antpelt jumped inside. He scrambled on the door and managed to sit upon a bust of Pallas, but did nothing more.

"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,'' Mintfur grinned, "art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore; Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!''
Antpelt blinked at Mintfur, his eyes showing his confusion.
"What is your name?" Mintfur hissed.
Quoth the Antpelt, "Nevermore.

"What a strange, ungainly fowl," Willowclaw mewed in her Mintfur voice. "Certainly no other cat has been blessed with a raven sitting upon their chamber door. At least, not one with the name 'Nevermore'."

Then, Willowclaw held up a sign that said, "Speak plain English, Mintfur. We're not letting ourselves get sued. At least, nevermore."

Mintfur sighed. "My other friends have left me. Surely this raven, this raven named Nevermore, will leave me too by tomorrow."
Then the Antpelt spoke, "Nevermore."

"What," Willowclaw Mintfured (Yes, Mintfur is also a verb now), "does this bird, who surely had an unfortunate, poor master, mean by saying 'Nevermore'?"

Mintfur glanced at Duskfur, his eyes suddenly welling up with tears. "Surely you have come to give me rest from my memories of Lenore. Surely, now I shall forget my lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Antpelt, "Nevermore."

"Demon!" Mintfur spat. "Thing of the Dark Forest! Slave of Tigerstar! Surely the angels hold dearly the one named Lenore! My lost one, Lenore!"
Quoth the Antpelt, "Nevermore."

"OUT!" Mintfur hissed. "Out! Leave no trace you ever came, NOTHING!"
Quoth the Antpelt, "Nevermore."

"DIE!" Mintfur yowled, and leaped at Antpelt. Antpelt shrieked and leaped out of the way, the Bust of Pallas falling to the hard ground and shattering. Mintfur, after a long chase, finally managed to pin down Antpelt. "When will I die?!?"
Quoth the Antpelt, "Nevermore."
"Will YOU ever leave?!?!?!?"
"Nevermore."
Mintfur blinked. "Will you stay here for even a moment longer?"
"Nevermore."

"Goodbye!" Mintfur sang joyfully. "Oh, goodbye, evil thing! Be gone, and may you never come back!"
"Nevermore," the Antpelt quoth.

"That........raven," Willowclaw spat Mintfuredly, speaking as if she herself had been driven mad by the raven, "Is still sitting above the chamber door. Never moving a muscle. My soul shall be lifted from the shadow on the floor, shall be lifted NEVERMORE!!"

Cinderpaw stared at Spottedpaw13. "You can take that off now."

Spottedpaw13 stared back at Cinderpaw, the disguise glasses sitting upon her face. "I can, I don't have too."

"NEVERMORE!" Firestar shouted.

"I knew this wasn't a good idea," Cinderpaw sighed. "It's damaged his mind."

I, obviously, do not own this poem. This poem is by the strange one known as Edgar Allan Poe. Antpelt, Duskfur, Willowclaw, and Mintfur all belong to Erin Hunter. I do own the verb Mintfur, the past-tense verb Mintfured, and the adverb Mintfuredly. Not really, but I made them up. They are not real, so don't go saying them around the world.

I HEARD THAT! I SAID NOT TO SAY THAT! STOP SAYING MINTFUREDLY IN A MINTFUREDLY WAY!

Anyway, I will come back tommorrow for the end of Daylight Saving Time. Also, I will be here for Veterans Day and Thanksgiving. PM me if you want me to celebrate a holiday I probably won't cover.

~Spottedpaw13~