Finals Suck... On the other hand, I hope you haven't forgotten about Crookedjaw!
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West Berlin, February 14th, 1957
Unpleasant Holiday
Crookedjaw's POV:
Great. My least favorite day of the year, for obvious reasons. This holiday was practically designed to embarrass me.
I hid my injury with a new scarf that Willowbreeze got me. When can I go home…..
"Hello, Crookedjaw!" Willowpelt smiled. At least I could depend on her to carry me through this.
"Hello, Willowpelt." I looked up from one of the books that I was hiding behind.
"How are you doing? It might be hard to get through this holiday." She sympathized, sitting on my desk.
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['Not when I have you' would be too creepy and cliché]
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"Are you going to answer me?" Willowbreeze sighed.
"Sorry, " I said, flustered, "I was just thinking how to answer that."
"Why?" She asked.
"Because…. Well… You know….." I stammered.
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She looked at me, "Enlighten me, o intellectual savant."
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"What does Savant mean?"
Savant [saˈvän(t), säˈvän(t)]:
A learned person, especially a distinguished scientist.
Synonyms:
Mahatma · Maharishi · Pandit
Antonyms:
Ignoramus
(See also Idiot Savant Syndrome)
"So, are you going to the chess club today?" Willowpelt asked.
"No, I have to do some business." I explained to her.
She pouted, "You should just tell Mapleshade to let you have some free time."
"I know, but she's doing me a huge favor…" I reasoned.
"What favor?" Willowbreeze laid down on my desk.
I walked around the DF's base. It was incredibly advanced compared to normal society. They even had energy weapons that looked like they were decades from the future. There was also a thing that was an elevator and a slide combined, and a bubble tea dispenser. It's hard to describe.
"Why are you bringing me here? What do you want from me?" I asked Mapleshade.
"I want you to help us with a project." Mapleshade said.
"Ah. What project?" Willowbreeze asked.
"I don't really know." I admitted, "Something about stars."
"Seems interesting." Willowpelt said.
"It's not that interesting." I told her.
"What's not interesting?" Graypool asked.
( o0)? (OO ) !
[Mouse-dung. I haven't told Graypool about my pastime]
"Umm…." Willowbreeze stood up and walked away.
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Okay...
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It's all me to convince Graypool.
"My sister's size?" She whispered to me, "It's okay to admit it."
"Studying chess." I answered, blushing furiously.
Willowbreeze looked a bit offended, which was caught by Graypool. At least I didn't say the other option.
"Oh." Graypool leaned in. "Did you mean Chest?"
"NOPE!" I looked away from her.
"Heh." I felt her breath on my neck. The soft sounds of bubblegum chewing moved closer and closer to my ear. I felt something oddly round on my shoulder. A lone finger slowly creeped up my back.
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(╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾) FOX-DUN
"Crookedjaw, turn around." Willowpelt sighed.
I finally regained control of my body, and turned just to see Graypool in the middle of putting a mask of a inhumanely chubby 30 year old man grinning creepily.
"What the Fox-dung, Willowpelt?!" Graypool threw her arms in the air, with the mask half on. "It was going to be so funny!"
"Graypool. That's mean." Willowpelt sighed, "You have to grow up."
Oh no... Graypool caught on to it. Poor choice of words, Willowpelt...
"You're no fun." Graypool smirked. "Perhaps you might GROW out of it."
I winced.
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There it was. If there was one thing that would affect the carefree Willowbreeze, it would be her height.
As if on que, Willowbreeze's demeanor changed. "Graypool."
"Come on, you have to get OVER it." Graypool spat out her bubble gum in the trash can.
Willowbreeze snarled, "Shut up."
"It would be quite a FEET. I know it's a TALL order, but you'll get there, every MINUSCULE INCH at a time." Graypool said, provoking the dark red Willowbreeze with each of her "trigger words."
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"Are we making fun of Willowbreeze's height?" Oakheart deadpanned.
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( - -) ( - -) (oo )? (- - ); […]
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Graypool put her mask of the creepy middle aged guy on, "Wow! You're so smart, I might just give you a kiss!"
Snowfur's POV:
"Good morning, sweetie." Thistleclaw said as I opened the door.
"Good morning!" I pecked him on the check.
"Get a room!" yelled Bluefur, finishing her homework.
*Reminder: Snowfur is 13*
"It's Valentine's Day." Thistleclaw responded.
"I don't want you to make babies at the front door." Bluefur retorted.
I turned bright red, "Bluefur! Language!"
"Snowfur! Watch out!" Bluefur mimicked me. "I heard you get pregnant by kissing!"
[Really?] (o0 )
*Snowfur is 13*
"Ignore her. She's always-" Thistleclaw began.
"Don't." I said, fully knowing what he was going to say next.
Thistleclaw finished, "Blue."
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Bluefur and I collectively groaned.
"Let's not." Bluefur walked away.
"Sorry…" Thistleclaw chuckled.
"Why are you here, anyways?" I asked.
"I just wanted to walk you to school for today, Princess." Thistleclaw winked.
"Okay. Let g-" I walked to get my backpack.
"Wait," Thistleclaw grabbed my shoulder before presenting a box of chocolates. "For you."
ʚ ⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁) [No..!]
I hugged him and whispered, "You are the best boyfriend ever!"
"No, you're the best girlfriend." He said, twirling my hair.
"Again, PDA." Bluefur sighed.
"We're not kissing yet." Thistleclaw told her.
*Snowfur is 13*
"Yet." Bluefur repeated.
After a few seconds of cuddling, much to Bluefur's displeasure, I broke away and grabbed my school bag.
As I walked to Thistleclaw, I asked, "Do you want to come with us?"
"If that's not rhetorical, I would question your sanity." Bluefur answered.
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"A 'no' would be fine." I sighed at her snarky nomenclature.
"Brevity is overrated." I heard Bluefur yell before I closed the door.
"Bluefurs Are Bluefurs." Thistleclaw joked as we held hands.
"No kidding." I rolled my eyes as we walked towards the entrance.
We were about to enter the school until Fuzzypelt got our attention. Isn't it ironic that Camo actually makes you stand out?
"Hey, Thistleclaw!" Fuzzypelt loudly whispered.
"Hello Fuzzypelt." Thistleclaw greeted, opening the door.
"Over here!" Fuzzypelt pulled him back outside.
"Finnneeee." Thistleclaw followed Fuzzypelt.
"Do I not exist?" I asked rhetorically.
"Okay, come over here. I need to tell you something."
Bluefur's POV:
I stuffed my mouth with the questionable teriyaki rice until Snowfur asked a question.
"So…" Snowfur asked, sitting on Thistleclaw's lap, "Why don't you all have a significant other?"
*Reminder: Snowfur … is 13?*
To which I immediately spat out the food.
"We are dignified!" I slammed the table, shocked by my sister.
"Bluefur, you have rice on your chin." Rosetail pointed out.
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I quickly wiped it off. "Still, we are not as impulsive as you two. We're only in middle school."
"We are teenagers, though." Snowfur reasoned.
"I'm just waiting for my knight in shining armor." Rosetail admitted.
"What am I?" Fuzzypelt asked. Or joked. Both seem plausible.
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"The Wizard of Oz." Rosetail said.
"Isn't that somewhat good?" Fuzzypelt asked.
"I'm sure she would change it to Scarecrow." Thrushpelt noted.
"Okay Boomer." Fuzzypelt sighed.
"What?"
"What?"
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"Where was I?" Snowfur asked.
"You were talking about boyfriends." Thrushpelt responded.
Mouse-dung, Thrushpelt.
"Ah." Snowfur said, "Well Rosetail, Do you have a boyfriend?"
"You are one of my best friends. Shouldn't you know?" Rosetail circumnavigated the question.
"Well, what if your crush gave you chocolates?" Thistleclaw asked.
(；￢＿￢) [This seems like a set up]
"I don't have a crush." Rosetail denied.
"Well," Thistleclaw said a bit too fast to fool me. It might trick Rosetail though. "What if someone who likes you have a box of chocolates to you?"
(◔̯◔) [This is definitely a set up. By Fuzzypelt, obviously]
Rosetail looked confused, "Depends on the person. Why a-"
"For you." Fuzzypelt pulled a box of chocolates from the bottom of the table.
Called it. Almost as cliché as Thistleclaw.
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Rosetail face grew red.
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"I- F- I-." Rosetail stammered. "I need to think about this."
"Let me take you to the bathroom." Snowfur got up, and pulled her away.
After she was out of hearing range, Fuzzypelt asked, "Scale of one to ten. How good was it?"
"Four."
"Three."
"Six."
Besides Thistleclaw (Who probably orchestrated it) We all agreed that deserved an F.
"Why?" He asked.
"Everyone saw that coming. Be less descriptive with your words. It's also too cliché." I told him.
"Well then, what should I do?" Fuzzypelt asked.
"Bring her to the park or something. A bit less Romantic." I said.
"Gotcha." Fuzzypelt wrote it down.
Dear Starclan, why is everyone pairing up?
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(；￢＿￢) [Kids these days.]
*Reminder: Bluefur is 13*
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WHO'S READY FOR WINTER VACATION? WHOOP WHOOP!
Also, Sorry for getting this out late. Español es un pinches mierida.
I'm probably not going to post so soon on Tuesday... - Me a few days ago. TBH I could have done this earlier, but I wanted to finish D-Frag.
(Procrastination 100)
See you after Christmas!