Sorry for the long wait. But the Left Clan is now back, and we're having Christmas with it! Note: Warriors and Swan Lake do not belong to me. Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter, and I have no idea who owns Swan Lake. Anyway...let us commence!
December 4th, 2012
"LA LA LA LA lala la la lala la!" Solakstar was standing on her hind legs, dancing across the clearing while wearing a pink ballet tutu.
"Whatcha' doin'?" called one cat drowsily. Solakstar peered seriously over her reading glasses. (Don't ask.)
"Why, dancing to Swan Lake, of course!"
"Why?" another cat asked.
"To celebrate Christmas! For generations, we have acted out various plays for Christmas." All the cats groaned.
"C'mon, don't you remember we did the Nutcracker last year?" Solakstar looked hopefully out at the assembled Clan.
"Didn't half the clan get kidnapped by an evil groundhog last year?" called Mancinoheart. Solakstar flushed.
"Well...yes...but the point is, we're doing it this year. The play will be...hmm...I know...how about we make our own play about us taking over the world?"
"YAY!"
Three weeks later...
A large mass of various-colored cats were standing in the middle of a forest, gathered around a large rock. It was a perfectly normal gathering of cats, except for one thing: They were all wearing pink tutus.
"And the show..begins!" Solakstar announced. Just as she said this, a cat ran onto the tree stump and stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, before yelling "LEFT-HANDED SCISSORS!" at the top of his lungs and trotting off. Another cat came on. He stared around for a moment before dashing off and returning with a groundhog in tow, its eyes sparkling malevolently. It snapped its jaws towards the cats, who shrieked, sprouted a pair of Twoleg arms, and ran off; screaming and holding his new arms is the air.
All the cats looked at each other. "Well, that was odd," one commented.
Then they all turned into (left-tentacled) squids.