Saturday Wedding

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Tigerstar wore a bright lilac bride dress and a hot pink veil.

"I look awesome, don't I , Ivypool?" Tigerstar gushed at herself in the bathroom mirror.

"Er, yes you do, where's Dovewing?" Ivypool asked uncomfortably.

"Oh, silly, my wedding dress is supposed to be a surprise so he's at the wedding now, waiting for me! And I've bought him his wedding dress, so who cares about me not getting to see him!" Tigerstar rushed down the stairs to the door.

She gasped, "Oh no, I forgot my mustache!"

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"I, Dovewing take you to be my wife, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until giant flesh-eating chickens do us part," said Dovewing solemnly to Tigerstar.

"I, Tigerstar, take you to be my hubby, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until disgusting farting hogs do us part," Tigerstar spoke solemnly to Dovewing.

"You may now hug!" exclaimed the priest guy, who has her face hidden in a big book.

Dovewing and Tigerstar squeezed each other tightly.

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"Time to cut the cake!" Tigerstar cried.

She held a giant knife over the cake. It looked like it was made out of mango. (It was 100 in. by 90 in.)

"Hey Tigerstar, I we both should cut some of the cake, but the other people can just jump on it eat it. Besides, they've already ate all the sausages," Dovewing glanced at the barbecue grill.

They cut the cake.

Everyone, including Ivypool, at the cake.

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AN: Please review! I may or may not update tomorrow.

Keep everything silver,

-Silver