Cast List
'Leader'~In random episodes
Hailstar: Shimmering white she-cat with pure blue eyes and light silver streaks along her spine and flank. Responsible, smart, and sensible.
'Hosts'~In every episode
Silversmoke: Jet black she-cat with bright green eyes and a white tail. Violent, crazy, and maniacal.
Emberash: Dark ginger she-cat with golden eyes. Wild, fun-loving, and relatively stupid.
Jayeye: Brown tabby tom with sizzling green eyes. Dull, simple, and boring.
Eaglefoot: Orange tabby tom with gray eyes. Annoyingly smart, nerdy, and British. =D
'Co-Hosts'~In practically every episode
Falconpaw: Chocolate brown she-cat with amber eyes. Stupid, not easy to understand, and obsessive over looks.
Spicepaw: Russet red she-cat with pale green eyes. Relatively smart, lively, and caring.
Boulderpaw: Stone gray tom with one sky blue eye and one grassy green eye. Party-like, hyper, and nutty.
'Camera Cats'~Seen for a short period in pretty much every episode
Cinnamonwhisker: Light ginger-and-tortoiseshell she-cat with green-gold eyes. Loving, affectionate, and flirty.
Parsleymist: Black and white patched tom with slivery eyes. Annoying, pesky, and indecisive.
'Security Cats'~Seen randomly around the show
Petalpelt: Pinkish-gray she-cat with foggy blue eyes. Scary, stalker-ish, and creepy.
Jackalfur: Golden dappled tom with amber eyes. Brave, strong, and obnoxious.
Season One, Episode Two: Caroling in July?
*Camera turns on and pans to a small stage where one cat is standing in a Santa hat*
Silversmoke: One cat. One hat. One dream. One boring day. One boring day with a cat wearing a hat having a dream in July. That cat is me, Silversmoke. You see, I may be demonic during most times of the day, but I still love Christmas carols. And around this time every year, I get sad. Sad that it's July, and there are no more carols to be sung. So today, Hailstar decided…..
Emberash: *from offstage* Against her better judgment!
Silversmoke: *ignoring Emberash* to let me do a caroling show for you today. *Throws confetti*
*Emberash, Jayeye, Eaglefoot, Falconpaw, Boulderpaw and Spicepaw enter wearing Santa hats. The girls are wearing glasses and dresses, and the guys are wearing bears and boots.*
Eaglefoot: We will be having a popular Warriors cat come in to sing carols to us later, but for now, we are going to sing for you!
*Audience cries out in sadness*
Eaglefoot: It is truly better than you think.
Jayeye: Our first stupid Christmas carol is our stupid version of Rudolph the stupid Red-nosed Reindeer, and we have been stupid and stupidly named it Jay-jay the blind medicine cat.
Jayfeather: *from nowhere in particular* What?
*Cat's begin singing*
You know Leafpool, and Cinderpelt, and Yellowfang, and Spottedleaf!
Littlecloud and Runningnose and Mothwing and Goosefeather!
But do you recall, the blindest medicine cat of all?
Jay-jay the blind medicine cat,
Had very, very hazy blue eyes!
(Like blue clouds!)
And if you ever saw him,
He wouldn't be able to see you
(No, he wouldn't!)
All of the newest warriors
Used to laugh and call him names!
(Like blindy!)
They never let poor Jay-jay
Join in any big battles!
(Like with ShadowClan!)
Then one rainy new-leaf day,
Firestar came to say
(I miss my twolegs!)
"Jay-jay with your healing herbs,
Won't you come and battle tonight?"
(Yeah!)
Then all the sticks, they loved him!
(Loved him!)
And they shouted out with glee "Imma stick!"
(What?)
Jay-jay the blind medicine cat, you'll go down in history!
(Like SkyClan!)
Falconpaw: Falalalala, lalalala!
Spicepaw: For once, I agree with Falconpaw. Shall we sing Deck the Halls?
Boulderpaw: You mean Win Them All?
Spicepaw: Yeah!
*All three co-hosts sing*
Win, them all those important battles!
Falalalala, lalalala!
'Tis the day we get more land!
Falalalala, lalalala!
Now they know not to come again!
Falala, lalala, la, la, la!
Tell the kits they cannot come!
Falalalala, lalalala!
Silversmoke: I like that one! Now here is Hailstar's amazing solo, the 12 Days of Christmas.
*Hailstar clears throat and sings in a pure voice*
On the first day of Christmas, my mate he gave to me,
A squirrel from the nearest oak tree!
On the second day of Christmas, my mate he gave to me,
Two lovely rabbits,
And a squirrel from the nearest oak tree!
On the third day of Christmas, my mate he gave to me,
Three herb bundles,
Two lovely rabbits,
And a squirrel from the nearest oak tree!
On the fourth day of Christmas, my mate he gave to me,
Four little mice,
Three herb bundles,
Two lovely rabbits,
And a squirrel from the nearest oak tree!
On the fifth day of Christmas, my mate he gave to me,
Five new kits!
Four little mice,
Three herb bundles,
Two lovely rabbits,
And a squirrel from the nearest oak tree!
On the sixth day of Christmas, my mate he gave to me,
Six pretty flowers,
Five new kits!
Four little mice,
Three herb bundles,
Two lovely rabbits,
And a squirrel from the nearest oak tree!
On the seventh day of Christmas, my mate he gave to me,
Seven piles of bedding,
Six pretty flowers,
Five new kits!
Four little mice,
Three herb bundles,
Two lovely rabbits,
And a squirrel from the nearest oak tree!
On the eighth day of Christmas, my mate he gave to me,
Eight soft feathers,
Seven piles of bedding,
Six pretty flowers,
Five new kits!
Four little mice,
Three herb bundles,
Two lovely rabbits,
And a squirrel from the nearest oak tree!
On the ninth day of Christmas, my mate he gave to me,
Nine fresh sparrows,
Eight soft feathers,
Seven piles of bedding,
Six pretty flowers,
Five new kits!
Four little mice,
Three herb bundles,
Two lovely rabbits,
And a squirrel from the nearest oak tree!
On the tenth day of Christmas, my mate he gave to me,
Ten shiny stones,
Nine fresh sparrows,
Eight soft feathers,
Seven piles of bedding,
Six pretty flowers,
Five new kits!
Four little mice,
Three herb bundles,
Two lovely rabbits,
And a squirrel from the nearest oak tree!
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my mate he gave to me,
Eleven little twigs,
Ten shiny stones,
Nine fresh sparrows,
Eight soft feathers,
Seven piles of bedding,
Six pretty flowers,
Five new kits!
Four little mice,
Three herb bundles,
Two lovely rabbits,
And a squirrel from the nearest oak tree!
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my mate he gave to me,
Twelve StarClan prayers,
Eleven little twigs,
Ten shiny stones,
Nine fresh sparrows,
Eight soft feathers,
Seven piles of bedding,
Six pretty flowers,
Five new kits!
Four little mice,
Three herb bundles,
Two lovely rabbits,
And a squirrel from the nearest oak tree!
Emberash: So, now you have twelve squirrels from the nearest oak tree, twenty-two lovely rabbits, thirty herb bundles, thirty-six little mice, forty new kits, ooh wait, that probably wasn't fun, uh, forty-two pretty flowers, forty-two piles of bedding, forty soft feathers, thirty-six fresh sparrows, thirty shiny stones, twenty-two little twigs and twelve StarClan prayers. LUCKY!
Hailstar: Er, yeah...
Jayeye: Now welcome our stupid popular cat, the stupid singer of Ivypool. Also welcome her stupid sister, Dovewing.
*Ivypool and Dovewing run onstage, Dovewing is grinning like an idiot and Ivypool's eyes are the size of the moon.*
Ivypool: Oh my gosh, I'm on TV!"
Dovewing: Heehee
Ivypool: Are you okay?
Dovewing: Yep.
Ivypool: Well, shall I begin singing something?
Dovewing: Sing Jingle Bells!
Ivypool: Ah, you mean Warriors! Alright!
*Ivypool stands up tall and wraps a ribbon with bells on it around her tail as she begins to sing*
Dashing through the woods
On all of my four paws
Over the pebbles I go
Mewing all the way!
(Mew! Mew! Mew!)
Autumn leaves crumple
Making loud, loud sounds
What fun it is to mew and sing
A running song today!
*Dovewing steps up and joins Ivypool in singing*
Oh!
Warriors, warriors,
How we love to run!
Oh, what fun it is to run
On all of my four paws!
Warriors, warriors,
How we love to run!
Oh, what fun it is to run on all of my four paws!
*Ivypool steps back, giving Dovewing a solo*
Dovewing: Solo! What! NO! Bring the Dark Forest in for their song.
Silversmoke: Hey! You don't have a say in what we do on this show! Get away! GO! NOW!
*Dovewing and Ivypool scamper offstage*
Silversmoke: Well, she was right. Yo, Tigerstar! Get your lousy choir out here!
*Tigerstar leads Darkstripe, Brokenstar, Mapleshade, Thistleclaw, Hawkfrost, Antpelt, and Clawface onstage. They are all grumbling, but Tigerstar has his pudding face on.*
Silversmoke: Uh, Tigerstar?
Tigerstar: *Happily* Yes?
Silversmoke: Are you…..mentally…stable right now?
Tigerstar: *Suddenly gets angry* WHY THE DARK FOREST WOULD YOU ASK ME THAT!
Silversmoke: *Ignoring the anger* That, Tigerkitty, was a girly outburst.
Tigerstar: *Enraged* WHAT! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!
Silversmoke: *Calmly pulls out a bazooka the size of Fourtrees* Say again?
Tigerstar: *Squeals like a little girly kit* Okay…hehe…anyway, the Dark Choir and I are going to sing our version of Jingle Bell Rock, called "Kill A Cat Rock"
*Tigerstar begins singing and conducting the choir, who sings with ragged, disgusting voices, all besides Hawkfrost, who is singing angelically*
Kill a cat, kill a cat, kill a cat rock!
Kill a cat soon and kill a cat now!
Scratching, and biting up gallons of blood!
Now the deadly hop has begun!
Kill a cat, kill a cat, kill a cat rock!
Kill a cat time and kill a cat grime!
Writhing and thrashing under our grasp!
On the bloody grass!
What a dark night,
With no light,
We can kill a cat tonight!
Kill a cat time is a swell time
To go running in the blood-stained grass.
Hurry up, murder cat, unsheathe your claws.
Kill that cat, don't be late!
Scratch and thrash in the bloody grass,
That's the kill a cat!
That's the kill a cat!
That's the kill a cat rock!
Hawkfrost: Yeah! Let's go get Firestar!
*Every cat in the choir cheers and runs away*
Emberash: Not our problem.
Eaglefoot: Let's introduce our Camera Cats and Security Cats for a Christmas-In-July Message!
*Parsleymist, Cinnamonwhisker, Petalpelt and Jackalfur come onstage*
Parsleymist: SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT!
Cinnamonwhisker: Christmas in July has ENDED! YES! WHOOHOO! YAY! YEAH! YIPPEE! HAHA! WHOO! WOW!
Silversmoke: What! Noooooooooo! *Starts sobbing spastically*
Petalpelt: You see, it's almost midnight by now, and I need to go stalk another cat now, so we ended it.
Jackalfur: Me and my beauty are going caroling…..in December. Goodbye!
*Everybody besides Spicepaw and Hailstar leaves, throwing their hats on the ground, Silversmoke rolls in them and cries as she is dragged offstage*
Spicepaw: Well, I guess I'm concluding the show tonight.
Hailstar: *softly* Spicepaw, why don't you go. *Herds her along* Bye!
*Camera cuts out*