18: 2022 celebration (special event chapter!)


Gravitypaw woke up at 5 AM this morning. He checked the day and remembered that it's new year's eve!

Screaming like a maniac, he ran across the hall into Levinpaw's room. "IT'S NEW YEAR'S EVE!" He hollered.

Levinpaw woke with a start, unprepared for the sudden interruption to his sleep, but immediately forgetting all about that and jumping out of his bed.

"YAAAAAAY! NEW YEAR'S EVE! TIME FOR ANARCHY!" He shouted at over 400 decibels, sure to wake up everyone else in the house if not half the cats that lived in the small houses down the road.

"I DON'T REALLY BELIEVE IN ANARCHY BUT IM STILL JUST AS EXCITED!" Gravitypaw screeched. Now Bushface and Firestar were running up the stairs to see what the heck was going on.

But then they realized there was a New Year's celebration going on and started partying too.

"LET'S HAVE A PIZZA PARTY!" Firestar yelled, his voice at 1,482,92939,9938,8,88,8,,9,9,8,7,5,"67,,9,9,7(,-(,(,6$9#! Decibels. They had a pizza party with every flavor imaginable.

Unfortunately they had forgotten to flip the 'open' sign around when they closed the shop last night, so there was a customer, confused, waiting at the bottom of the stairs for the four cats that were supposed to either be in the shop or having their sign flipped the correct way.

The cat went deaf after Firestar's scream, but used magic to repair her ears. "Uh... I came here to talk to Firestar. Is he up there?" She called.

The only cat that was actually paying attention was Bushface, so he took care of the situation.


Later...

"It's almost 2022!" Gravitypaw exclaimed. All four cats were sitting on the couch, watching the new year ball drop thing on the TV. There were four-and-a-half minutes until the new year.

As usual, there were bands performing and people speaking at the event, and Bushface hated it.

"Man, I hate all that extra stuff they do," he said grumpily.

Firestar and the two apprentices turned on him. "Where's your new year spirit?" Levinpaw snapped.

Bushface, embarrassed, turned back to the TV and continued stuffing himself full of chocolate-covered marshmallows and ice cream. The four of them had become quite packed full of food. Firestar, the most full, had devoured seventy-six pounds of food and gained twenty.

But now, the final minute was on the clock, and the four friends huddled together to watch.

59... 58... 57... 56...

"Man, I've accomplished so much this year," Bushface reflected. "What are all of your resolutions?"

As the timer got closer and closer to being done, they all shared their new year's resolutions.

"Mine is to use even better business tactics," Bushface said.

"Mine is to eat more," Firestar guffawed. He let out a huge burp that rattled the windows and shook the couch.

"Mine is to make more friends," said Gravitypaw.

"And mine is to get better at video games!" Levinpaw said. Thank goodness he didn't resolve to be more of an anarchist!

And now, the four business partners shared a nice moment as the clock ticked it's final few seconds...

And the new year began.

"WOO-HOOOOOOOO!" They all whooped, reaching a post-infinite noise level.


Happy New Year to everyone reading this story either today or tomorrow! I hope you enjoyed the special chapter. I thought it would be fun to write something holiday-themed as I haven't really done something like that before.

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