Hey! Here's the part you've all been waiting for, Tigerstar listens to kit's Christmas wishes! Oh boy!

As it turns out Vixen was right, Tigerstar was a natural, if natural meant making 2 young kits cower in fear at the sight of his most unpleasant scowl when they asked for magic unicorns. Tigerstar really wasn't cut out to be Santa Claus, as he found out after listening to each kit's dearest Christmas wish. Some of theses requests he thought were ridiculous and didn't mind making his opinions known. He actually laughed out loud when one kit informed him of his burning desire to own a cactus. Seriously, a cactus. Tigerstar knew he should be more... jolly if he wanted his plan to succeed, but Tigerstar doesn't do jolly, so there.

"And what do you want for Christmas?" He asked a small kit who sat on his lap bouncing away like a kangaroo.

"I want to be a great warrior when I grow up." He meowed feverishly.

"You sure you don't want a pony?" Tigerstar asked gruffly. Usually it was either a pony, a bike, or a doll, every now and then you got a think for yourself, like mr. Cactus lover over there. That and if he was actually expected to deliver these gifts, he needed to make them, you know, deliverable. He could always get a recruiter to this guy and have him help take over the world. Maybe this kit was actually really evil inside. Hmmm...

"Nope!" The kit meowed back.

"Uh, okay then," Tigerstar meowed. "I'll out it on my to-do list. Merry Christmas or whatever." Vixen would disapprove of how lack-a-daisical he was being but there was no weird moose to boss him around now, so HA! Tigerstar could technically kill every cat here and not have any consequences to it all, but no, for his plan to work he had to be this stupid Santa Claus. He couldn't wait until he could rip this dumb costume to shreds.

"Oh boy!" The Kit squeaked as he jumped off Tigerstar's lap and ran to join his litter mates in plastic ice world happy kit land.

The clans had all converged here in ThunderClan to celebrate Christmas. They had set up a 'Meet with Santa' place for kits to give Santa their Christmas lists and after meeting Santa Claus kits were herded off to a play area with fake snow and ice castles and stuff. Thistleclaw was there, pelting all the kits with Snowballs. Tigerstar was so proud of him. Next there was an arts and crafts station with Mapleshade and Scrooge. Scrooge was teaching all the kits how to make a guillotine. So far 2 kits had successful split Frosty in half. Then there was Caroling with Darkstripe. Did you know cats can't sing? You do now.

Mapleshade stalked up next Tigerstar. "I don't what you are doing," She growled in his ear. "But I have glitter in all the wrong places in this costume and I intend to strangle you when we get back to the dark forest." Tigerstar didn't like the sound of that threat.

"Merry Christmas to you too," Tigerstar growled back. How he would have loved to just pummel her for her little threat but he was Santa Claus and he couldn't just murder her and then turn around and go "Ho ho ho, and what do you want for Christmas little kit?" For one thing there would be no kits, he couldn't let any witnesses survive. For another how would he get the blood out of the white fur? It would be impossible.

"Oh Santa Claus!" Dovewing meowed. She was herding another kit up to him. "I have your next kit!"

The kit stared at Mapleshade who looked as happy as a clam being roasted alive. "Who dat?" She asked Dovewing.

"One of Santa Claus elves who make all the toys." Dovewing explained excitedly. "Right Santa Claus?"

"Oh, er umm, Yeah," Tigerstar grumbled.

"What exactly do you do in your workshop thing? And what's your name?" The kit asked innocently. Tigerstar hated innocent looking kits. He knew what little monsters they really were.

"Maplesh-" Mapleshade was about to growl but Tigerstar cut her off.

"Her name is Maplelight," He hurriedly interrupted and Mapleshade shot him a look of pure malice. "Go on Maplelight. Tell the kit your department."

"Disembowelment." Maplsh- er, Maplelight growled bluntly. Both Dovewing and the kit looked taken a back.

"She means disentanglement!" Tigerstar corrected. "Untangling all the strings of all the umm stuff, yes."

"Oh," Dovewing looked relieved yet a little wary. "For a second there I thought she actually meant disembowelment."

"What's disembowling?" The kit asked all sweetly.

"Nothing," Tigerstar grunted and hurriedly grabbed the kit by the scruff of the neck and hoisted her on his lap, a little roughly, and that wasn't an accident, he would admit to that at least. Just because he was forced to be this jolly good doer didn't mean he couldn't be mean sometimes. "Now what do you want for Christmas little kit?"

I again feel like I could have done better but I don't have a lot of time to do this, I am sorry!

Christmas break is coming up soon so hopefully I can make better chapters then!

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-InterestingIndeed