Hey guys!

I know…I know…..it's even the holidays and you STILL haven't updated! Well, just for the record, my teachers seems to make it their life mission to bombard us poor, tiny little school children with as much homework as legally possible….and while they watch us helplessly run around, they laugh and laugh and laugh…..and assign more. And more. AND MOOOOORE! UNTIL OUR HEADS EXPLODE! And by then, the year is over and they get to torture another batch of unsuspecting, poor little school children ….while we suffer greater punishment…the next grade!

Anyway…..

I'M BACK! That's all that matters. And guess what? I have a new story up! It will be up by tomorrow…..stay tuned!

Anyway, new chappies will be up for every little story in my inventory in the period of time between today and tomorrow and possibly Monday. So….review! Please!

And Spottedfire7 presents….

IT'S A WARRIORS THANKSGIVING!

"Let the feasting…begin!" Firestar yowled, holding up a wineglass full of catmint-flavored (and calorie free!) water. The cats on each side of the LOOOOOOONG table, enough to hold up all of Thunderclan, clinked their glasses together.

And magically, the food appeared on the table!

"HARRY POTTER MOMENT!" Jayfeather cried, holding up his stick and smacking on a pair of glasses and a fake scar (for you normal people who don't read Harry Potter the food magically appears on the table during feasts) and, before anybody even realized he had done it, his props were off and everything resumed to normal.

Except for the fact that everyone was dressed as…pilgrims!

The she-cats in the woman clothes with scarves over their heads, the toms in spiffing English 1800 robes, and the kits dressed up as Indians (courtesy of Rosekit) the feast was on!

"AKJFOIASDFJKLSJFKLSDFJKL WE FORGOT TO SAY THE GRACE TO STARCLAN!" Leafpool screamed.

"OMG YOU' RE RIGHT!" Firestar screamed.

"But first….I would like to ask every cat to name one thing they are thankful for."

"ME FIRST!" Firestar screamed, taking a moment to decide on what he wanted to be thankful for.

"I AM THANKFUL FORRRR…..PEEEEETA!" he screamed, taking a large swig from his catmint-flavored water and just in time for a large smack in the head by Sandstorm, spilling water all over his front.

"YOU DON'T LOVE ME! YOU LOVE PEETA! I WILL-"

The cats groaned and started fiddling with their iPods. They had seen it all when it came to Sandstorm, Firestar, and Peeta.

"HEY PUT THOSE AWAY!"

"OOO! OOOO! ME NEXT!" Rosekit squealed, raising her hand, waving it back and forth, her Indian beads swishing in the wind.

"I'm thankful for Turkey, and cell phones, and my surprise dish, and Fallowkit, and Thunderclan, and turkey and cell phones, and Minecraft and smoothies and money and fireworks and catmint and cell phones and turkey and trees and starclan and air and oxygen and water and computers and starcams and face book and hot toms that flirt with me and Gmail and yahoo and Google and Santa and the Easter bunny and-" This speech lasted for hours, herself saying cell phones 990000999 times and saying oxygen and water 67676 times.

Finally, everyone snapped awake as she finished with a final -"and cell phones!"

Leafpool was up.

"I AM THANKFUL FOR MARSHMALLOWS!" she screamed, shoving a whole bag into her mouth and promptly passing out, Brambleclaw screaming, "LEAFPOOL! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT WE DON'T EAT THE AMMO! THAT WAS THE LAST BAG I HAD !"

"I am thankful for…" started Purdy, but with a sigh he nodded of, only to be nudged awake by Mousefur.

"Come on, Purdy, what are you thankful for?" she gently asked.

'Oh! Oh, right….I am thankful for…" and BAM just like that he fell asleep again!

"Purdy….."

He snapped awake.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" he went on and on like a broken tape record until Mousefur just got plain upset and smacked him upside the head and yowled in his hear, 'PURDY! WHAT. ARE. YOU. THANKFUL. FOR!"

He fell asleep. And woke back up. And fell asleep. And woke back up. And fell asleep. And woke back up.

"Oh, right…what are we talking about again?" he murmured before falling asleep again, this time not getting back up.

Mousefur slapped herself in the face with a paw.

"I'm thankful for apprentices to fish out my ticks, although they are annoying…" she grumbled.

"SO SHE DOES ENJOY OUR COMPANY!" An apprentice yowled.

"I TOLD YOU SO! YOU OWE ME 20 DOLLARS! HA!"

The other apprentice sighed and rolled his eyes as he handed over the dough.

Jayfeather was up.

"I'm thankful for….nothing. I HATE LIFE AND I HATE THE PROPHECY AND I HATE ROCK AND I HATE THE WORLD! I HATE EVERYTHING!" He stormed into his den.

"Not a shocker there…" a random cat whispered to another cat.

"And finally! Clan, what are we thankful for?"

"CELL PHONES!" they hollored, tainted my Rosekit.

"NO! CLAN, WHAT ARE WE THANKFUL FOR?"

"PEETA!"

"YES! BUT NO! CLAN, WHAT ARE WE THANKFUL FOOOR?!"

"CATMINT!"

"Theeeere we go….."

And, just like that, the feast began.

Sooo… kind of short, but the other chappies for the other books will be a lot longer, I promise.

See ya!

~spotty