Hi! Last chapter I went berserk about reviews. But, this is the SUPER CRAZILY ULTRA LATE Thanksgiving/Christmas special for all Americans/people who celebrate Christmas out there! Including me!
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Okay, now I'll be honest… no riddle this chapter. I'M SORRY, BUT I COULDN'T THINK OF ONE! Okay? You understand? Great.
Anyway, chapter time!
Chapter 7:
Thankfully…
One fine sunny day, as it almost always was in StarClan, Firestar was walking around in circles for no apparent reason. Bluestar the All-Knowing came over and the reason became apparent.
"Firestar, the Twolegs are just eating turkey. You don't have to freak out."
"But they won't share!" he wailed back.
"You haven't even asked."
"But they wouldn't share even if I did ask!"
"And how do you know that?"
"I read their minds!" He whispered.
Bluestar rolled her eyes. "As if." She walked away muttering about crazy young cats.
An evil grin spread on Firestar's face, and he almost let out an evil laugh. But that would have ruined his plans, so he didn't. But, he did go down to the Twolegs who were having the dinner.
He dropped invisibly onto their table and grabbed their turkey, replacing it with a live one, and went back to StarClan. Then he multiplied it and dropped one duplicate into each Clan, and watched the reaction.
In ThunderClan…
Berrynose padded out of the warrior den with a yawn. He was halfway to the fresh-kill pile when he smelled it. "WHAT IN STARCLAN'S NAME IS THAT WONDERFUL DELICIOUS CRAZILY AWESOME SMELL THAT IS BETTER THAN HONEYFERN WAS?!" He ran to the fresh-kill pile faster than was possible and immediately saw what it was.
A giant piece of fresh-kill with no fur. Or feathers.
He took a bite and his eyes grew wide. "WHO IN THIS AMAZING CLAN THAT IS THE ONLY ONE THAT GETS PROPHECIES CAUGHT THIS WONDERFUL DELICIOUS CRAZILY AWESOME PIECE OF FRESH-KILL THAT IS BETTER THAN HONEYFERN WAS?!"
Immediately, every cat was in the clearing. "What are you talking about?" They all said in unison.
"THIS PIECE OF FRESH-KILL!" He handed one piece of it to each Clanmate, and they all immediately wanted more. So, he split it evenly between each cat, including himself.
"You know," said Bramblestar, chewing loudly on a piece of it, "since tomorrow is the Gathering, we should announce this new fresh-kill to the other Clans. Every cat deserves some of this."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Then it's settled. We will announce this to the other Clans."
In WindClan…
Crowfeather had been up all night, standing guard at the camp entrance. His eyelids were heavy and he felt as if his feet had been replaced with trees.
Then something that smelled absolutely delicious fell from the sky, right onto the fresh-kill pile.
Crowfeather froze for a moment, but the thing smelled so good that he couldn't resist checking out what it was.
When he padded to the fresh-kill pile, he found a giant piece of fresh-kill that looked better than anything he'd ever seen. He took a bite. His eyes grew wide.
"EVERYBODY WAKE UP!"
Cats stumbled out of their dens, and as they did, Crowfeather threw one piece of the fresh-kill at each of them.
"EATIT EATIT EATIT EATIT EATIT!"
Grumbling, all the cats ate the piece thrown at them. Their eyes grew wide. And then all the cats violently raced forward and stopped peacefully in front of the fresh-kill pile, where Crowfeather split the whole giant piece of fresh-kill evenly between his Clanmates and himself.
While all the cats were chewing, Crowfeather came to a wonderful conclusion. "You know, we should share this stuff with the other Clans. It's so awesome, I bet they would die without it, and then life would be super boring."
"Yeah!" everyone agreed.
"Okay. Save a bit of your food, and we'll bring it to the Gathering tomorrow."
In RiverClan...
Mistystar padded out of her den. Then she stopped. What was that smell? Usually it only smelled like fish in the camp.
She followed the scent to the fresh-kill pile, and found a large chunk of fresh-kill sitting on top of it. Tentatively, she took a bite. Then did her best to swallow it without gagging. She went to the warriors' den and shouted into it, "WHO PUT THAT GIANT PIECE OF DISGUSTING MEAT ON TOP OF OUR FISH?!"
The warriors jerked awake. "Wha?"
Mistystar settled down in front of them. "Someone put a giant, disgusting piece of fresh-kill on the fresh-kill pile. One of you must have put it there. I won't believe that an elder or kit put it there."
"Well, I certainly didn't do it."
Everyone turned to look at the warrior who had spoken, who was Reedwhisker.
"What?"
Mistystar sighed. "Anyway, come and see it."
The warriors followed her to the fresh-kill pile and stared at the strange fresh-kill.
"Okay… what is it?"
"I don't know, but all of you must try a bit of it now."
All the warriors tried it, looks of revulsion coming over their faces as they did so.
"WHAT IS THIS STUFF?!" Screamed the warriors.
"I DON'T KNOW!" Mistystar screamed back. "NOW GO GET RID OF IT!"
In ShadowClan…
Blackstar yawned, waiting for his warriors to finish coming out for dawn patrol. Then something fell from the sky.
Blackstar stiffened. The thing smelled good, but if it fell from the sky… Blackstar gasped. If it fell from the sky, it must be a gift from StarClan!
He raced over to it, and immediately took a bite. His eyes grew wide.
"EVERYONE WAKE UP AND TRY THIS YUMMY YUMMY PIECE OF FRESH-KILL!"
All the warriors raced over to the fresh-kill pile, tasted the strange fresh-kill, and started partying.
"You know what?" Blackstar shouted from on top of a tree, "at the Gathering, we should bring some of this stuff and make the other Clans jealous!"
His Clan cheered in agreement, and started dancing with the meat.
Back up in StarClan…
"MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Firestar yowled.
Bluestar the All-Knowing came over again. "Why did you replace the Twolegs' turkey with a live one?"
"SO THAT I COULD MAKE THE CLANS CRAZY! Sadly, RiverClan didn't like it, but I DON'T CARE!"
Bluestar sighed. "You know that's not a good idea."
"Yeah, but I DON'T CARE!"
He ran away singing about how he didn't care.
At the Gathering…
ThunderClan padded into the clearing, carrying their pieces of meat and chattering excitedly.
Then came WindClan, dancing with their fresh-kill.
Then RiverClan, saying, "Yuck! I can't believe they all like that stuff!"
Then ShadowClan came, still partying with their fresh-kill.
All the leaders went up into the tree, and Blackstar spoke first.
"'Sup, fellow kittehs?" He didn't wait for anyone to reply before he continued. "All we wanna say is that this totally awesome piece o' fresh-kill fell from the skies above into our camp, and we're not sharing! Yeah!"
Onestar stepped up. "Well that's too bad, 'cause we already have our own. Show them, WindClan!"
All of WindClan held up their fresh-kill, and there was a fan-girl scream from within the ranks of ShadowClan.
"Goodbye Blackstar!" Tawnypelt ran into the ranks of WindClan. "WindClan has more meat than we do!"
Bramblestar stepped forward. "Tawnypelt! Come back to ThunderClan!"
"No! I still won't be accepted there!"
A WindClan cat offered her a fuzzy green piece of the meat.
"Thank you," she said, sticking it in her mouth. After that, she vomited.
Mistystar stepped forward. "I honestly don't see how you can all love that stuff!" She exclaimed.
There was another fan-girl scream, this time from WindClan, and Tawnypelt came racing out, bowing to Mistystar.
"May I join your wonderful Clan? The last piece of the meat I tried was terrible; I even vomited afterwards!"
"Of course! Anyone who doesn't like that meat is welcome to join our Clan!"
As Tawnypelt joined the group of RiverClan cats, another large group of cats came into the clearing.
"We are SkyClan! All of you but one don't know us! We have an idea!" Their leader yowled. She went up the tree and pushed Mistystar off. "All those who don't like the meat, leave immediately!"
RiverClan, along with the new RiverClan warrior Tawnypelt, gladly left.
"Alright," said the leader of SkyClan. "My name is Leafstar. I have discovered that the delicious meat is called turkey."
"Turkey!" Everyone cheered.
"The Twolegs are the ones who have all the turkey. But today is the day when it is second most common. So, my idea is that we raid Twolegplace!"
Everyone cheered.
"We leave immediately!" She jumped down to the ground and led everyone out toward Twolegplace.
Twenty-Six Days Later…
Somehow, it took a very long time to get to Twolegplace, but they managed.
Leafstar turned to all the other cats. "We came extremely late. It is no longer the day with the second most turkey."
All the cats groaned.
"But it's alright, because this day will have turkeys, ham, and chicken!"
Everyone cheered, even though they didn't know what ham or chicken was.
"Onward!" She led them into Twolegplace.
"Alright everyone," Leafstar began, "split into your Clans and grab as much turkey, chicken, and ham as you can."
Everyone nodded, and did as they were told. Ten minutes later, Twolegs could be heard screaming and shouting all over Twolegplace. Ten minutes after that, all the cats regrouped and headed back to the lake.
There, they all shared the meat.
Two Days Later, In StarClan…
The meat was all gone, and the Clans wanted more.
Firestar knew this, so he grabbed his time machine, and went back to the day when the Clans had raided Twolegplace-known to Twolegs as Christmas-and stole all the presents that could fit a turkey, ham, or chicken in. And you can probably guess what he did.
He took out the stuff inside them out, and replaced them with the meat. And of course, dropped them into the Clans, so that all craziness was restored.
Thanks for reading; hope you liked it! A bit of credit goes to Frosty Tang of Fresh Moon for editing! :)
I really don't know what else to say, so I'll just say A VERY LATE HAPPY THANKSGIVING and A NOT-SO-LATE Merry Christmas! (Hope you all got nice presents)
~leefpool