Hello my wonderful Tigerstar hating readers! Thank you for being so patient! I was freaking out that you guys would be angry that I couldn't post anything so thanks for being nice and not all meeeehhhhh. I'll make sure Santa knows how awesome you all are!

Well, it turned out not to be a broken rib, or whooping cough. I did bruise my rib or something like that, but no whooping cough! Yay? Anyways, after 1 bruised rib, some really bad seasonal allergies, 1 doctor's appointment, 2 stalker(ish) parents, (They had an app on their phone that connected to a camera positioned in the baby's crib and they could literally watch their son sleep, ooookkkkaaayyyy) a case of mild recurring impetigo, bronchitis, and the flu I am back! Oh, and I have decided that December is not my month.

GUESS WHAT? We reached 100 reviews! YAY!

-InterestingIndeed

"Tigerstar," Vixen brayed excitedly, "We present your new elves!"

Tigerstar actually felt sorry for Mapleshade, Brokenstar, Thistleclaw, Darkstripe, and Scrouge. As ridiculous as Tigerstar felt in his red suit it was not even close to the humiliation these cat were going through. They wore matching red and green sequins suits and fake elf ears. Jingle bells were sewn into the costume and the rattled merrily as any of the cats walked. Scrouge's bone collar had removed because it wasn't 'family friendly' and was replaced with a glittery jingle bell version. Mapleshade looked like she was ready to go on a slay ride. (Get it? Slay ride? Sleigh ride? No? Ok...) Brokenstar looked like he wanted to break some cat. Thistleclaw and Darkstripe... well... They were suffering from a cheer and joy overload. Literally. Thistleclaw was all wide-eyed and confused at the new decor of sparkles and holiday cheer. Darkstripe was trying to chew the jingle bells off of his costume. He ripped and clawed at them fruitlessly.

"What do you think?" Vixen was so excited that he looked like he was ready for take off. "Aren't they darling?"

"I'll show you darling!" Spat Mapleshade furiously. "What in the world have you gotten us into? Literally!"

"I'll explain later, but I promise you," Tigerstar meowed. "It will be so worth it."

"It better because I am going to rip your fur off!" Mapleshade yowled.

"And I'll help!" Brokenstar hissed. "I can't believe this!"

"My collar," Whispered Scrooge. "Where is my collar?" He was in shock from being separated from his most beloved.

"Well," Vixen brayed. "I would love to watch the rest of this cat fight but you need to hurry!"

"Hurry where exactly?" Tigerstar asked.

"Well before we can deliver all the presents you have to listen to what the kids want of course!" Vixen exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You simply have the kits sit on your lap and tell you what they want for Christmas. It's really easy."

"I have to do what?" Tigerstar asked almost wondering, well more like hoping, if he had hallucinated that entire sentence.

"I know you aren't deaf Tigerstar," Vixen chuckled. "I am sure you will be a perfect natural. Now you really should get going." Vixen stretched his legs. "We need to get going, my legs are all stiff from teaching about the joys of Christmas."

"And how are we supposed too-" Mapleshade spat but halfway through her sentence a deathly cold breeze blew across the gathered cats and suddenly they were in a clearing, a familiar clearing.

"WELCOME SANTA CLAUS!" A loud choir of squeaky mews rang.

"Oh dirt place." Whispered Tigerstar as he surveyed the crowd of kits eagerly looking at him with wide expectant eyes.

"Santa!" Meowed a gray cat padding towards him. "I am Dovewing of ThunderClan." From behind him he heard a sharp intake of breath from Mapleshade. If Dovewing had heard it she gave no sign. Instead she continued and meowed excitedly. "Have heard of the clans?"

Mapleshade shoved forward and opened her mouth to speak, or attack, either way, but before she could meowed a single phrase out Tigerstar Stomped his paw with his claws extended into her paw.

"Of course we've heard of the clans!" Tigerstar meowed. "I am Santa after all!"

"Oh!" Dovewing meowed. "I guess that saves me a great deal of explanation. Now let's go over our arrangements..."

Okay I finally buckled down and wrote this gosh darn son of a Tigerstar! I really hope you like it though I feel as though it isn't as funny as the others because I am not in my form. After beating the flu I developed this really bad bronchitis. Apparently my area has been facing a lot of sickness. My friend's little brother once had only 7 kids in his class show up one day because the other 20 or so kids were all sick. Today we had 85 kids out sick or sent home because they were sick. I think it is official to say December is not my month.

I swear we are going to finish this series by Christmas! I am working my tail off to make it happen!

Keep it Interesting!
-InterestingIndeed