Post by Swifttail on Jan 17, 2009 18:25:25 GMT -5
This is sort of a poem/story....I went with a ''Night Before Christmas'' thing.
'Twas the night before the Warriors book signing,
When all through the house
All the creatures were waiting,
even the mouse;
The Warriors books were piled
at the door with care,
In hopes that the three Erin Hunters
would soon sign them there.
The children were nestled all
snug in their beds,
while visions of cats danced in thier
heads;
And Mom with her reading glasses
and I with mine too,
Had just settled down for a long
reading of new~
When out on the lawn
there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed
to see what was the matter.
Away to the window
I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and
threw up the sash.
The moon on the chest
of the new~fallen snow,
Gave a luster of midday
to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes
should appear,
But a whole clan of cats
flicking their ears,
With a wise old leader
so lively and quick,
I thought that it must be,
just must be,
a trick!
More rapid than eagles
his clanmates they came,
He meowed, and mewed,
and called them by name~
Now, Lionblaze! Now, Hollyleaf!
Now, Cloudtail and Brightheart!
Come, Brambleclaw! Come, Graystripe!
Come Squirrelflight and Jayfeather!
To the top of the porch,
to the top of the wall!
Now quiet! Climb!
Hurry up, Brambleclaw!
As dry leaves before
the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle,
just leap high,
So up to the housetop
the cats just climbed,
With claws digging hard~
Right into the side!
Then, in the starlight,
Outlined in the dark,
The cats stopped to rest
A greatly tired group.
As I drew in my head
and was turning around,
Our kittypet, Jigsaw,
Up the chimney she yowled.
He was dressed all in fur
from his paw to his tail,
His orange tabby pelt
was now black as jail.
A bundle of cats
down the chimney they slid,
Following Firestar,
Just like they always did.
His eyes how they twinkled!
His pelt how sleek!
His claws shone in the darkness,
and his pearly white teeth!
His beautiful tail
was curled up in surprise,
No fresh~kill!?
WHY!?!?!?!?
All of the cats sniffed,
their noses so keen,
Still no fresh~kill...
Why be so serene!?
Then they met Jigsaw,
and her little round belly.
She was the one
who had yowled up the chimney with
pleasure!
Such a chubby kittypet,
Not suited for clan life,
I laughed when they looked at her,
Though I put up a fight!
A glare from Firestar,
and a turn of his head,
Soon gave me to know,
I really had something to dread.
They mewed not a word,
but watched me awhile,
And though I tried,
cool was not my style.
Firestar flicked his tail,
A sign to the clan,
Gave a silent mew,
and left with his band.
He leaped off the roof,
to his clan gave a mew,
They slipped into the shadows
like the bats that flew.
But I heard Firestar meow,
as he disappeared,
''No fresh~kill!?
I won't be seeing YOU next year!''
'Twas the night before the Warriors book signing,
When all through the house
All the creatures were waiting,
even the mouse;
The Warriors books were piled
at the door with care,
In hopes that the three Erin Hunters
would soon sign them there.
The children were nestled all
snug in their beds,
while visions of cats danced in thier
heads;
And Mom with her reading glasses
and I with mine too,
Had just settled down for a long
reading of new~
When out on the lawn
there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed
to see what was the matter.
Away to the window
I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and
threw up the sash.
The moon on the chest
of the new~fallen snow,
Gave a luster of midday
to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes
should appear,
But a whole clan of cats
flicking their ears,
With a wise old leader
so lively and quick,
I thought that it must be,
just must be,
a trick!
More rapid than eagles
his clanmates they came,
He meowed, and mewed,
and called them by name~
Now, Lionblaze! Now, Hollyleaf!
Now, Cloudtail and Brightheart!
Come, Brambleclaw! Come, Graystripe!
Come Squirrelflight and Jayfeather!
To the top of the porch,
to the top of the wall!
Now quiet! Climb!
Hurry up, Brambleclaw!
As dry leaves before
the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle,
just leap high,
So up to the housetop
the cats just climbed,
With claws digging hard~
Right into the side!
Then, in the starlight,
Outlined in the dark,
The cats stopped to rest
A greatly tired group.
As I drew in my head
and was turning around,
Our kittypet, Jigsaw,
Up the chimney she yowled.
He was dressed all in fur
from his paw to his tail,
His orange tabby pelt
was now black as jail.
A bundle of cats
down the chimney they slid,
Following Firestar,
Just like they always did.
His eyes how they twinkled!
His pelt how sleek!
His claws shone in the darkness,
and his pearly white teeth!
His beautiful tail
was curled up in surprise,
No fresh~kill!?
WHY!?!?!?!?
All of the cats sniffed,
their noses so keen,
Still no fresh~kill...
Why be so serene!?
Then they met Jigsaw,
and her little round belly.
She was the one
who had yowled up the chimney with
pleasure!
Such a chubby kittypet,
Not suited for clan life,
I laughed when they looked at her,
Though I put up a fight!
A glare from Firestar,
and a turn of his head,
Soon gave me to know,
I really had something to dread.
They mewed not a word,
but watched me awhile,
And though I tried,
cool was not my style.
Firestar flicked his tail,
A sign to the clan,
Gave a silent mew,
and left with his band.
He leaped off the roof,
to his clan gave a mew,
They slipped into the shadows
like the bats that flew.
But I heard Firestar meow,
as he disappeared,
''No fresh~kill!?
I won't be seeing YOU next year!''