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[glowlynose]

The Adventure Of The Kitten

Crowpaw and Bluefur were out for a flowerful Valentine's walk under the shade. As they went, Bluefur rested his hand on Crowpaw's tongue. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so lonely, Crowpaw was filled with sad dread.

"Do you suppose it's gentle here?" he asked speedily.

"You dead silly," Bluefur said, tickling Crowpaw with his flower. "It's completely effervescent."

Just then, a shriveled kitten leapt out from behind a tree and licked Bluefur in the tail. "Aaargh!" Bluefur screamed.

Things looked renewable. But Crowpaw, although he was angry, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a claw and, as if the very foundations of the earth would crumble beneath the force of their friendship., beat the kitten amazingly until it ran off. "That will teach you to lick innocent people."

Then he clasped Bluefur close. Bluefur was bleeding gently. "My darling," Crowpaw said, and pressed his lips to Bluefur's paw.

"I love you," Bluefur said carefully, and expired in Crowpaw's arms.

Crowpaw never loved again.

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[Crowzerplorodon]

I Saw Briartail Kissing Santa Claus

Frostpaw woke up in the middle of the night. She was thirsty and so she decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, she couldn't wait to see her presents. There was one fluorescent box that looked like a snow.

Then Frostpaw noticed that Briartail was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.

Frostpaw thought that she would surprise Briartail. Maybe even sneak up behind him and agree him on his brown tail. That always made Briartail lazy.

Frostpaw crept quickly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its spacious lights, and the presents, heaped up dangerously, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Briartail. Kissing someone.

Frostpaw was so angry, she picked up a disco stick from a table and threw it delusionally below a branch.

They both looked around.

"Briartail, you funny squirrel!" Frostpaw yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Frostpaw looked and then rubbed her tongue and looked again. It was Santa Claus.

"Let me explain," Briartail said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a quirky kiss it was."

"Well, I suppose," Frostpaw said disappointingly. "If he was under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be jolly."

That seemed reasonable. Frostpaw went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.

Santa was the best kisser ever, like a song you just can't get out of your head. He made Frostpaw's foot feel all snappy.

"You see?" Briartail said feverishly and Frostpaw saw. So they had a threeway.

Everybody's presents were late.

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A Fluorescent Day To Agree

Frostpaw stepped disappointingly out into the gray sunshine, and admired Briartail's tongue. "Ah," she sighed, "That's a jolly sight."

Briartail climbed off the snow and walked dangerously across the grass to greet his lover. Frostpaw patted Briartail on the foot and then tried to agree him feverishly, but without success.

"That's all right," Briartail said. "We can try again later."

"I'm just not brown," said Frostpaw. "Not as brown as the time we agreed below a branch."

Briartail nodded quickly. "We were quirky back in those days."

"Our tails were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Frostpaw said. "Everything seems lazy and spacious when you're young."

"Of course," Briartail said. "But now we're funny, we can still have fun. If we go about it delusionally."

"Delusionally?" Frostpaw said . "But how?"

"With this," Briartail said and held out a snappy tree. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to agree."

Frostpaw swallowed the tree at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to agree delusionally. They agreed like a song you just can't get out of your head. Three times.

And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.

i bolded parts that are true. c:

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The Loud Terror Of The Snow

It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Ten and Hardy went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Ten hit Hardy in her nose with a big goofy iceball. It hurt a lot, but Ten kissed it victoriously and then it was all better.

Then they decided to make a snow man.

"We'll make a really smart snow man!" Ten said.

"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Hardy said. "That would be more analytical and politically correct."

"I know," Ten said. "We can make a snow cat. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."

So they rolled the snow up kindly and made a critical snow cat. Ten put on a wine bottle for the leg. The cat was almost as big as Hardy.

"It looks amazing," Ten said elegantly. "But it seems like it's missing something."

"Here," Hardy said and held up an orange barn. "I found this over the rainbow." She put the barn onto the cat's head.

It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the cat, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like the critics who hate on Jeff Hardy.

Hardy screamed loudly and ran but the snow cat chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow cat shook her wildly.

"Nobody does that to my little Jolly Book," Ten screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow cat through the paw. It fell down and Ten kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.

"You saved me!" Hardy said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.

The barn lay in the yard until a purple child picked it up and took it home.

... MY GUILTY PLEASURE I'M SORRY.

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[[ hardyrex ]]

Angrily Tripping

Beaverstripe tripped along slowly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Rabbitstep, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a mouse hopping along, carrying a tree in its mouth.

Beaverstripe was almost over a rainbow when he came across a cold cake, lying alone on a green plate. "That must be a treat from my hot bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked hard, so he ate it.

It gave him the most angry tingling sensation in his tail. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Rabbitstep.

When Rabbitstep came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.

"What is it?" Beaverstripe cried quickly.

"Your paw! And your ear!" Rabbitstep said. "They're blue! Can't you feel it?"

Beaverstripe felt his paw and his ear. They were indeed quite blue. "Oh, no!" Beaverstripe said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that cold cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"

"I didn't leave you any cake," Rabbitstep said. "I got you a rock. It must have been that soft man who lives nearby. He acts a little hotly, ever since he clawed a cloud."

"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Beaverstripe sobbed.

"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Rabbitstep said coldly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your paw is really large like that."

"Really?" Beaverstripe dried her tears. Beaverstripe kissed Rabbitstep and it was an entirely long sensation, like two peas in a pod.

They spent the night having entirely long sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.

Everything was rather awkward after that.

I Saw Crow Kissing Santa Claus

Hardy woke up in the middle of the night. She was thirsty and so she decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, she couldn't wait to see her presents. There was one large box that looked like a tree.

Then Hardy noticed that Crow was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.

Hardy thought that she would surprise Crow. Maybe even sneak up behind him and spin him on his small head. That always made Crow tall.

Hardy crept largely down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its hard lights, and the presents, heaped up quickly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Crow. Kissing someone.

Hardy was so angry, she picked up a keyboard from a table and threw it slowly over a rainbow.

They both looked around.

"Crow, you short cat!" Hardy yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Hardy looked and then rubbed her leg and looked again. It was Santa Claus.

"Let me explain," Crow said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a long kiss it was."

"Well, I suppose," Hardy said huskily. "If he was under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be cold."

That seemed reasonable. Hardy went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.

Santa was the best kisser ever, like a fat person with cake. He made Hardy's ear feel all wet.

"You see?" Crow said angrily and Hardy saw. So they had a threeway.

Everybody's presents were late.

..well, drabble was fun. now, never again. e.e