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Jayfeather despised Christmas with every bone in his body. Everything about Christmas was unrealistically cheerful and all of Jayfeathers cheerful relatives were no help, they always got him gifts that he could not even use, like the time Hollyleaf had bought Jayfeather a tablet. And all the other cats celebrated with their friends, mates, and kits. All the while being forbidden to have a mate Jayfeather had no understanding partner to spend his Christmas with.
"Why should everyone get to enjoy happiness and peace when I have to sit around all day waiting to die so I can see Half Moon" Jayfeather growled as he paced around the den flicking his tail irritably. He had not left his den ever since Lionblaze had thought it would be a great idea to get his kits Holypaw, Fernpaw, and Sorrelpaw to start caroling rite by the fresh kill pile, Jayfeather had stayed in his nest with his Bazooka at the ready in case the high pitched apprentices got anywhere close to him. He had taken to pacing eventually out of sheer boredom.
Leafpool's scent came to Jayfeather as she pushed through the bramble screen holding a small box.
"What do you want" Jayfeather growled as looked at her sharply with his sightless blue eyes.
"No need to be so unfriendly I was just bringing you your present" Leafpool snapped sounding annoyed.
"Oh I'm sorry but do you remember what I said about Christmas?" Jayfreather asked.
"How could I forget?" Leafpool sighed "you keep telling everyone that Christmas is over-rated."
"Exactly, it is nothing but a complete pile of bullshi-"
"Language" Leafpool shouted, stopping jayfeather before he could finish what he was saying "you do not want to set a bad example for the young apprentices and kits of the clan". And with that the amber eyed medicine cat through the small box at Jayfeather and stalked out of the medicine den.
After Leafpool was gone Jayfeather picked up the small box and sniffed it skeptically. He had learned to be extremely careful around presents after last Christmas when Bramblestar meaning to help had bought Jayfeather a trained service dog. Jayfeather flinched at the memory of being soaked by the big slobbery tong of the dog. As Jayfeather carefully unwrapped the present he prayed to Starclan that it would not explode or do anything unexpected. As he opend the box he quickly through it across the den, but nothing happed. Jayfeather slowly crept forward towards the box. When he reached it he nudged it lightly with his forepaw, nothing happened. He quickly picked up the box and sniffed the contents inside, it did not smell like anything he had ever smelt before. As jayfeather picked up the object in his paw he recognized what it was from a dream in the dark forest, the round smooth object was a grenade.
Jayfeather padded out of the medicine den grinning wickedly. He was in a much better mood now that Leafpool had given him a way to silence those annoying carolers.
The end
Merry Christmas everyone this is my first fanfic I hope you enjoyed it.