Post by mistshimmer on Oct 12, 2007 19:48:23 GMT -5
Clan Party!
Title: Clan Party!
Author: Mistshimmer
Chapters: One-shot. That’s why it’s in the one-shot category, people.
Rating: PG (Crap and freaking, but nothing worse, are used a couple times.)
Pairings: FirexSand, SquirrelxBramble, LeafxCrow, BrackenxSorrel, DaisyxCloud
Spoilers: TNP, Firestar’s Quest, and SotC.
Summary: The Clans are throwing a party. Watch out for Firestar’s swinging rabbit!
Warning: Tallstar is acting strangely.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Warriors, Eragon, Harry Potter, Star Wars, or any of the songs the crazier cats sing. After all, if I owned Warriors, Hawkfrost would be a fluffy little bunny rabbit.
Beta: N/A
Cover: Too much work
Firestar: I’m bored. It’s hard being gallant and chivalrous all the time.
Cinderpelt: Yo, I dig, dawg. What up?
Firestar: Didn’t I just tell you?
Cinderpelt: Whatev. *does shoulder-rolling thing* So homie, what’s goin’ on in the house?
Firestar: Someone please make her go away.
*Brambleclaw drags her away*
Cinderpelt: Yo homie, stop it dawg!
Brambleclaw: No.
*Brambleclaw dumps her on top of Squirrelflight*
Squirrelflight: Ow. Brambleclaw, my love, may I take a dead rodent from the pile of recently killed animals of the class Mammalia?
Brambleclaw: Um, sure.
Leafpool: Let’s have a party!
Mousefur: w00tfullness! Party! PARTY!
Brackenfur: We don’t have any Kelly Clarkson CDs.
Sorreltail: Oh, shut up.
Brackenfur: You cut me real deep, Shrek. You cut me real deep just now. How could you, Sorreltail? *sings* Breaakawaaaaaay…
*Cloudtail kicks Brackenfur away, Brackenfur lands in Mongolia*
Brackenfur: *sings* BREAAKAWAAAAY…
Random Nomadic People: Shut up!
*back to England*
Ferncloud: OMG! Brackenfur’s obsession with Kelly Clarkson songs is gonna do something bad to my kits! OMG! I must be overprotective!
Firestar: Stop acting obsessive-compulsive.
Leafpool: So where’s the party, people?
Daisy: It left with the fireflies.
Ashfur: What?
Daisy: I love you, Cloudtail!
Cloudtail: d00d, that is NOT gonna work out.
Dustpelt: *sings* I’m not here for your ent-ah-tainment, I just wanna—
Sandstorm: Dude, that is like soooo something GIRLS should sing!
Firestar: Ok…*puts party hat in his head* w00t! A PARTY! *lights switch off and a disco is revealed in the treetops* Let’s get it started and HOT! Let’s get it started in HERE!
Sandstorm: Firestar, my pearl, those aren’t even the words. *whacks him on head with a dead rabbit* Now act normal.
*Firestar seizes rabbit and starts spinning around*
*ShadowClan and WindClan, attracted by the noise, come into camp and start discoing*
Crowfeather: *sings* Take a look at my girlfriend!
Graystripe and Blackstar: Girlfriend!
Firestar: *sings* She’s the only one I got! *hits Onewhisker on the head with the rabbit*
Onewhisker: *knocked out* Wahoo!
Graystripe and Blackstar: Ba DA da BA da dum!
Leafpool: Aww, Crowfeather, how sweet.
*spotlight falls on Tallstar doing the Hustle on the dance floor*
Tallstar: I want the BEST of BOTH WORLDS…
Longtail: BAAA da ba ba BAH, DA DA ba da da BAH, ba da da DA!
Russetfur: BESSSSSST of BOTH WORLDS!
Brightheart: STOP IT! Jeez!
Tawnypelt: Does Hannah Montana even air on this part of the planet?
Onewhisker: Two words. Satellite. TV.
*Movie clip of all of WindClan clustered around a lone TV on the moor with a satellite dish behind it*
Tawnypelt: OMG. Mental image. MENNNTAL image.
*Phone rings*
Brightheart: *picks up phone* Hello?
Crookedstar: Will you keep the freaking NOISE down!
*movie clip of the RiverClan camp hosting American Idol*
Brightheart: Look who’s talking.
Crookedstar: Simon can’t hear the singers, so he can’t tell them their songs are crap!
Brackenfur: *picks up the other phone to listen in* Hey, Kelly Clarkson was on American Idol, and she’s the best singer EVAR!
Crookedstar: Galbatorix’s shoes! Stupid young tomcats. *Hangs up phone*
Brightheart: HEY! ERAGON IS IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE! OMG!! *jumps into space-time continuum to hug Durza* OMG DUDE YOU’RE MY ROLE MODEL!
Durza: Bwa ha ha ha…
Sorreltail: Continuing back to the universe where the sane cats live…
Brackenfur: Sorrely, my beautiful deathberry-lover, if that was true, Cinderpelt would have gone with Brightheart.
*movie clip of Cinderpelt confessing her love of Eragon to Arya*
Sorreltail: I think she did.
Firestar: *rapping* Snape is awesome! Snape is cool! So dig that homies, don’t go to school!
Sandstorm: Cats don’t go to school. *crickets chirp* Just saying.
Runningnose: *rapping* We did it, we beat them, wee Potter’s the one, and Voldy’s gone moldy, so now let’s have fun! Wahoo!
Tornear: Dude, that is, like, Peeves’ song. You, like, stole it. Dig?
Squirrelflight: Excuse me, I have not yet perused the great tome of the Deathly Hallows. I request you leave out the main plot points.
Leafpool: I thought I was the smart one.
Crowfeather: It’s okay, sweetiekins, I love you no matter what.
Leafpool: Kewl.
Tallstar: *sings* Hey, I put some new shoes on, I’m gonna be—
Firestar: *knocks him out with the rabbit*
Dustpelt: Thanks, Firestar!
Whitepaw: Let’s do the YMCA song!
Birchpaw: Oh yeah! DUN DUN DUN!
Sootpaw and Birchpaw: Let’s do the Y!
Whitepaw: M!
Birchpaw: C!
Sootpaw: A! Everybody, Y!
Birchpaw: M!
Whitepaw and Sootpaw: C! A!
Brambleclaw: Those, um, aren’t, uh, the words, eh?
Squirrelflight: My flight of fancy, you seemed much intelligent when I first encountered you.
Thornclaw: Muscle does not intelligence make.
Firestar: Thornclaw, you’ve been watching too much Star Wars.
Thornclaw: Too much Star Wars not always is the culprit.
Leafpool: Or else you’re channeling Midnight.
Dustpelt: *with a lampshade on head* …You kick up the leaves, and the magic is lost…Cause you had a bad day, you're taking one down, you sing a sad song just to turn it around
Tallstar: *with his new notebook computer* Yo, everyone, look at my Sony VAIO! *cats crowd around* Isn’t it cool?
Firestar: Oooh…
Blackstar: Aah…
Graystripe: Wow…
All three: MINE!!! *A scuffle ensues over the laptop, and is settled by the computer motherboard blowing up*
Tallstar: *covered in soot* . That was random.
Firestar: *chases Blackstar around with his dead swinging rabbit while the rest of the cats laugh at their antics*
Graystripe: El fin.
Brambleclaw: Uh, bless you.
Graystripe: I said, el fin!
Russetfur: What?
Squirrelflight: I have cause to believe, after looking in a tome titled Spanish/English Dictionary, that those two utterances are taken to mean “the end.”
Graystripe: YES! Finally someone gets it!
Crowfeather: JOY to the WORLD, for CORN NUTS rule! We BARBECUED some PENCILS!
Cinderpelt: Yo, Corn Nuts ain’t the only nuts round here, dig homies?
Leafpool: You mean Crowfeather is a nut? OMG!! DEATH TO YOU, EVIL MENTOR!!! *leaps at Cinderpelt*
Cinderpelt: Yo, girlfriend, you should be actin’, like, all sweet to me, ‘cuz I’m gonna die in the next book. Gawd…
Leafpool: Oh.
Graystripe: As I was saying, el fin.
Blackstar: *electrifying himself with wires from the laptop* MERRY CHRISTMAS, CHARLIE BROWN!
Graystripe: *covers camera as Dustpelt starts to smash coffee cups* El Fin. Good-bye.
Title: Clan Party!
Author: Mistshimmer
Chapters: One-shot. That’s why it’s in the one-shot category, people.
Rating: PG (Crap and freaking, but nothing worse, are used a couple times.)
Pairings: FirexSand, SquirrelxBramble, LeafxCrow, BrackenxSorrel, DaisyxCloud
Spoilers: TNP, Firestar’s Quest, and SotC.
Summary: The Clans are throwing a party. Watch out for Firestar’s swinging rabbit!
Warning: Tallstar is acting strangely.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Warriors, Eragon, Harry Potter, Star Wars, or any of the songs the crazier cats sing. After all, if I owned Warriors, Hawkfrost would be a fluffy little bunny rabbit.
Beta: N/A
Cover: Too much work
Firestar: I’m bored. It’s hard being gallant and chivalrous all the time.
Cinderpelt: Yo, I dig, dawg. What up?
Firestar: Didn’t I just tell you?
Cinderpelt: Whatev. *does shoulder-rolling thing* So homie, what’s goin’ on in the house?
Firestar: Someone please make her go away.
*Brambleclaw drags her away*
Cinderpelt: Yo homie, stop it dawg!
Brambleclaw: No.
*Brambleclaw dumps her on top of Squirrelflight*
Squirrelflight: Ow. Brambleclaw, my love, may I take a dead rodent from the pile of recently killed animals of the class Mammalia?
Brambleclaw: Um, sure.
Leafpool: Let’s have a party!
Mousefur: w00tfullness! Party! PARTY!
Brackenfur: We don’t have any Kelly Clarkson CDs.
Sorreltail: Oh, shut up.
Brackenfur: You cut me real deep, Shrek. You cut me real deep just now. How could you, Sorreltail? *sings* Breaakawaaaaaay…
*Cloudtail kicks Brackenfur away, Brackenfur lands in Mongolia*
Brackenfur: *sings* BREAAKAWAAAAY…
Random Nomadic People: Shut up!
*back to England*
Ferncloud: OMG! Brackenfur’s obsession with Kelly Clarkson songs is gonna do something bad to my kits! OMG! I must be overprotective!
Firestar: Stop acting obsessive-compulsive.
Leafpool: So where’s the party, people?
Daisy: It left with the fireflies.
Ashfur: What?
Daisy: I love you, Cloudtail!
Cloudtail: d00d, that is NOT gonna work out.
Dustpelt: *sings* I’m not here for your ent-ah-tainment, I just wanna—
Sandstorm: Dude, that is like soooo something GIRLS should sing!
Firestar: Ok…*puts party hat in his head* w00t! A PARTY! *lights switch off and a disco is revealed in the treetops* Let’s get it started and HOT! Let’s get it started in HERE!
Sandstorm: Firestar, my pearl, those aren’t even the words. *whacks him on head with a dead rabbit* Now act normal.
*Firestar seizes rabbit and starts spinning around*
*ShadowClan and WindClan, attracted by the noise, come into camp and start discoing*
Crowfeather: *sings* Take a look at my girlfriend!
Graystripe and Blackstar: Girlfriend!
Firestar: *sings* She’s the only one I got! *hits Onewhisker on the head with the rabbit*
Onewhisker: *knocked out* Wahoo!
Graystripe and Blackstar: Ba DA da BA da dum!
Leafpool: Aww, Crowfeather, how sweet.
*spotlight falls on Tallstar doing the Hustle on the dance floor*
Tallstar: I want the BEST of BOTH WORLDS…
Longtail: BAAA da ba ba BAH, DA DA ba da da BAH, ba da da DA!
Russetfur: BESSSSSST of BOTH WORLDS!
Brightheart: STOP IT! Jeez!
Tawnypelt: Does Hannah Montana even air on this part of the planet?
Onewhisker: Two words. Satellite. TV.
*Movie clip of all of WindClan clustered around a lone TV on the moor with a satellite dish behind it*
Tawnypelt: OMG. Mental image. MENNNTAL image.
*Phone rings*
Brightheart: *picks up phone* Hello?
Crookedstar: Will you keep the freaking NOISE down!
*movie clip of the RiverClan camp hosting American Idol*
Brightheart: Look who’s talking.
Crookedstar: Simon can’t hear the singers, so he can’t tell them their songs are crap!
Brackenfur: *picks up the other phone to listen in* Hey, Kelly Clarkson was on American Idol, and she’s the best singer EVAR!
Crookedstar: Galbatorix’s shoes! Stupid young tomcats. *Hangs up phone*
Brightheart: HEY! ERAGON IS IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE! OMG!! *jumps into space-time continuum to hug Durza* OMG DUDE YOU’RE MY ROLE MODEL!
Durza: Bwa ha ha ha…
Sorreltail: Continuing back to the universe where the sane cats live…
Brackenfur: Sorrely, my beautiful deathberry-lover, if that was true, Cinderpelt would have gone with Brightheart.
*movie clip of Cinderpelt confessing her love of Eragon to Arya*
Sorreltail: I think she did.
Firestar: *rapping* Snape is awesome! Snape is cool! So dig that homies, don’t go to school!
Sandstorm: Cats don’t go to school. *crickets chirp* Just saying.
Runningnose: *rapping* We did it, we beat them, wee Potter’s the one, and Voldy’s gone moldy, so now let’s have fun! Wahoo!
Tornear: Dude, that is, like, Peeves’ song. You, like, stole it. Dig?
Squirrelflight: Excuse me, I have not yet perused the great tome of the Deathly Hallows. I request you leave out the main plot points.
Leafpool: I thought I was the smart one.
Crowfeather: It’s okay, sweetiekins, I love you no matter what.
Leafpool: Kewl.
Tallstar: *sings* Hey, I put some new shoes on, I’m gonna be—
Firestar: *knocks him out with the rabbit*
Dustpelt: Thanks, Firestar!
Whitepaw: Let’s do the YMCA song!
Birchpaw: Oh yeah! DUN DUN DUN!
Sootpaw and Birchpaw: Let’s do the Y!
Whitepaw: M!
Birchpaw: C!
Sootpaw: A! Everybody, Y!
Birchpaw: M!
Whitepaw and Sootpaw: C! A!
Brambleclaw: Those, um, aren’t, uh, the words, eh?
Squirrelflight: My flight of fancy, you seemed much intelligent when I first encountered you.
Thornclaw: Muscle does not intelligence make.
Firestar: Thornclaw, you’ve been watching too much Star Wars.
Thornclaw: Too much Star Wars not always is the culprit.
Leafpool: Or else you’re channeling Midnight.
Dustpelt: *with a lampshade on head* …You kick up the leaves, and the magic is lost…Cause you had a bad day, you're taking one down, you sing a sad song just to turn it around
Tallstar: *with his new notebook computer* Yo, everyone, look at my Sony VAIO! *cats crowd around* Isn’t it cool?
Firestar: Oooh…
Blackstar: Aah…
Graystripe: Wow…
All three: MINE!!! *A scuffle ensues over the laptop, and is settled by the computer motherboard blowing up*
Tallstar: *covered in soot* . That was random.
Firestar: *chases Blackstar around with his dead swinging rabbit while the rest of the cats laugh at their antics*
Graystripe: El fin.
Brambleclaw: Uh, bless you.
Graystripe: I said, el fin!
Russetfur: What?
Squirrelflight: I have cause to believe, after looking in a tome titled Spanish/English Dictionary, that those two utterances are taken to mean “the end.”
Graystripe: YES! Finally someone gets it!
Crowfeather: JOY to the WORLD, for CORN NUTS rule! We BARBECUED some PENCILS!
Cinderpelt: Yo, Corn Nuts ain’t the only nuts round here, dig homies?
Leafpool: You mean Crowfeather is a nut? OMG!! DEATH TO YOU, EVIL MENTOR!!! *leaps at Cinderpelt*
Cinderpelt: Yo, girlfriend, you should be actin’, like, all sweet to me, ‘cuz I’m gonna die in the next book. Gawd…
Leafpool: Oh.
Graystripe: As I was saying, el fin.
Blackstar: *electrifying himself with wires from the laptop* MERRY CHRISTMAS, CHARLIE BROWN!
Graystripe: *covers camera as Dustpelt starts to smash coffee cups* El Fin. Good-bye.