Yay for reviews! I've gotten a lot of requests to continue this story and tons of reviews for suggestions! I read every review I get and I love compiling ideas together. I haven't got a definite plan for the story yet but I know how the ending will turn out, BUT YOU'LL HAVE TO WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS TO KNOW THAT! HOHOHOHOHO!

Keep reviewing! Seeing as how I have as much motivation to write anything write now- you see what I did there?- I could use the reviews! Special thanks to Daparodymaster for getting me to write this again. Your review was Da best motivation… if you know what I mean. *Wiggles eyebrows*

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Keep it interesting!

-InterestingIndeed

"You are a cat." The moose said. (I couldn't think of what sound the moose makes. We all now what the fox says but what about the moose? If someone made that I'd be so happy…)

"Well no dirt," Tigerstar growled. "And you're a moose."

The moose blinked. Then he pulled himself up to his full height in an attempt to be intimidating. Intimidation lesson number one: don't wear sparkly jingle bells when trying to look scary. "I am a reindeer, thank you very much." He shook his mane in offense. His sparkly bells jingled and his hair revealed his harness tag that read Vixen.

"Reindeer, moose," Tigerstar rolled his eyes. "Same thing. Both taste good with honey barbeque sauce."

Vixen stomped his hoof in indignation and snorted, his face right in front of Tigerstar's. Steam shot from his nose like a kettle. "You are quite an upstart. And to think I was going to help you." Vixen shook his head again. "I truly hope you are not the one who is destined to save Christmas. You're like 4 grinches rolled inside the body of a cat!"
Tigerstar felt the back of his fur bristle. "I do not know what a 'grinch' is, nor do I know what this 'Christmas' is but-"

Vixen gasped and stumbled back. "You do not know what CHRISTMAS is?"

"No," Tigerstar growled slowly. He was considering pulling out honey barbeque sauce now and having himself a nice moose stew. This was getting annoying really fast for an evil genius. Plus his paws were growing cold and Starclan knows we couldn't have that.

"Well then I must educate you!" Vixen said.

"You will not be educating me," Tigerstar yowled. "Whatever that means,"

"That's it," The reindeer said with obvious delight and relevation. "I am giving you a dictionary for Christmas."

"A what?"

It looks like Vixen has decided to teach Tigerstar about Christmas, but will it end in venison barbeque for Christmas dinner? Find out next time on A VERY TIGERSTAR CHRISTMAS!

P.S. I know this chapter was kind of dumb but I wrote it in band class and I wanted to get something out for you guys and do my Spanish homework. I will probably end up redoing it out of guilt, but if you like this one… REVIEW!

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