ONE-SHOT CHRISTMAS ACTIVITY COMPETITION

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    Misery Vita was in Darkclan for Christmas. Christmas, you could say, was the oracle’s favorite holiday, for there was something happy about it. Though it seems quite contrary, that her name was Misery, yet she sought happiness.


    Mis had been thinking about changing her name. Cecelia was a candidate, though she also liked Aléjandra. If she did change her name… well, she hoped it would be the right choice.


    But now, in this unfamiliar den, with unfamiliar cats, the tweed femme smelled a hint of pine and cinnamon in the air, and a faint smile found her features. She was doing what she loved: healing. Who cared if that was in a different place? She was helping, and that’s what mattered.


    At dawn, when the first rays of rich orange sunlight were just beginning to crawl over the horizon, Misery stood, and stifling a yawn, headed out of camp. She had brought with her, in her satchel, some tinsel. It shone twinkling silver, and she had kept it for the way it reflected light; all bright and mesmerizing. Misery had also left with a song in her head, to give to the sky and the land, and to reach her home.


    So, the tweed femme reached a spot where the horizon was outlined in sharp tones of black against soft pink and orange, and her heart swelled with some sort of happiness. She sat for just a moment, her slender silhouette outlined in dark with the skyline, and she let the faint warmth of the sunrise warm her fur.


    Then, she stood up, shedding her satchel and producing the tinsel. It was even more beautiful here, at dawn, where the silver shone with reflected oranges and purples. One would expect her to simply watch the sunrise now, but she had a different intent.


    Misery Vita, oracle of the Elite, opened her mouth and sang. Man, that girl could sing.


    The first notes were not words, but simply sounds wavering on the chilled air. They were high and powerful, and traveled into the sun. Then her tune morphed into words, words praising happiness and joy and selflessness. It was a beautiful melody, laced with emotion and all incredibly powerful. And while she sang, Mis was wrapped in the tinsel. It made her shine and sparkle, and with every move the silvery wreath around her neck sent color spinning out into the world.


    This motion, this song, it symbolized Christmas. It wasn’t about getting gifts, or trees or strands of lights. It was about the joy, the selflessness, the celebration. And deep down under, this was how Misery expressed her love of healing.


    The song finished, the sky was tinting pale blue. Her trance over, Misery packed the tinsel into the satchel and padded slowly back to the camp. As she was settling into her nest of moss, she smiled once more, and curled her tail around her paws. Christmas was magical.



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    DARKCLAN WARRIOR!


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    There was so much to be thankful and joyful for. So very much. But he had finally narrowed it down to three, so Pitterpatter had decided to, sort-of, write it all down inside his mind so he could later tell everyone that he needed to.




    Reason for Joy #1: Savvystar




    Savvystar had, probably, been the most unlikely person to become leader, considering she had been the medicine cat beforehand. Before she'd taken Yellowstar's place, she'd helped him get over someone very close to him. Okay, so it was no secret that Pitter had been completely devastated when Ivorypaw's fur had been discovered with blood and the scent of dogs, and the poor tom had been heartbroken, moping about in depression for hours on end. But Savvystar had talked to him and slightly helped him through that, but then Ivorypaw came back and disappeared again. He was over her now. After all, he had someone else now.




    Reason for Joy #2: Burningpaw




    Ah, Blaze. Everyone else had called her Stratty, or Strat, but he had always called her Blaze. His sister had been a high position alongside his father when he'd first come back into activity, and he'd watched her find her own love, have kits, and he'd also seen her dead. She'd been gone for so long, but now she was back in a body that was so much younger than his. It was strange to address her as his sister who was the same age as him, when she was technically younger than him now. Either way, he was glad to see his sister again, considering the two were the only cats in their family who were active. Hopefully he'd be able to tell her all these things very soon.




    Reason for Joy #3: Windracer




    This one he had seen coming automatically. The two had been aquainted with each other when she had been Windkit, and he had been an apprentice, but they hadn't gotten to talking until the Prom. It was a that time that Ivorypaw had disappeared for the second and final time, and he was sure that she was never coming back. Windpaw had come right up to him and asked him to dance with her, and that was what kicked off everything else. He had felt something he hadn't felt in a long time, and it had been the same exact feeling he'd had when he'd been around Ivorypaw. Windracer made him feel so happy and carefree, more so than usual. She mad him feel like he was doing something useful in his life, which was usually spent trying to train and make sure he was ready for when they were ever attacked for he would take on an apprentice. The problem had been, he hadn't really known how to tell her until only recently. And he was very glad to know that she had felt the exact same way about him. Now the two were together, and he considered her to be the most important of the three.




    Letting out a breath, the tomcat picked himself up from where he had been sitting, shaking some of the excess snow off of his fur. Glancing up at the sky, he smiled. He wasn't very sure where his dad was, but he knew that if Falconrise could see him now, he'd be proud.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Drakedragon was out patrolling the territory and keeping his thoughts to himself when he heard the shriek of a Twoleg nearby. Dashing through the snow covered territory, he found himself looking at them build something with three balls, the biggest one on the bottom, the middle sized one in the middle, and a small one on the top. Was it some sort of device?


    Deciding to try it out for himself, he compressed the snow into a big ball to the best of his ability and stacked it on the bottom, making another one on the top and a small one on top of that one. Breathing hard at the end of his experiment, he looked at it expectantly before sneaking back a glance at the Twoleg kit's one. It was littered with rocks, and was that a carrot?


    Putting in small pebbles as eyes, and making a smile out of bigger pebbles he stood by to admire his work before finding a stick on the ground and sticking it in instead of the nose. It worked fine as a substitute, and it wasn't like wild carrots grew in the middle of nowhere.


    "All done," he sighed with relief, about to turn away when a massive shadow loomed over him. Turning around, the tuxedo assembly member just had time to look at the smiling face of the snowman before going down flattened by it.


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    All We Celebrate Are Good Times

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    Christmas had the be, like, the bestest holiday ever! T'was the season of joy, snowball fights, and a frustrating lack of prey! But Cactusbloom didn't mind that last one. The snowball fights and joy made up for it ten times over. However, Cactusbloom was tired of making crappy snow angels, snowmen that fell over on the first try, and attempting to start a snowflake collection. She needed to do something new! Something brand-spanking new, that she had never tried before. And then it hit her. Literally.




    As the bicolored feline had been walking along, she hadn't exactly been paying attention. So as she walked, she happened to smack straight into the scratchy arms of a fir tree. The same kind that she had seen when she had borrowed this body from the twoleg nest. Except that one had shiny, sparkling baubles adorning the branches. This one was rather plain... Which gave Cactusbloom an idea. The fir tree didn't belong here, clearly. It must have been discarded by some twolegs due to a few brown-looking branches on its backside. So that meant it would stand out perfectly to any passerbys! Congratulating herself on her brilliant plan, the young warrior hared off, in search of anything--anything at all--that she could stick on the tree.




    There! Her first ornament! The cinnamon and white Darkclanner did a small dance in place, grinning as she picked up a half-eaten fish by a small stream. (What? The scales were shiny!) It had probably been left there by a fox, or something. Tramping back to her tree through the thin layer of snow blanketing the ground, Cactusbloom proudly balanced the dead fish on a flimsy branch. Perfect! Off to find the next ornament!




    A candy wrapper, obviously, was shiny. And therefore, Cactusbloom declared it an ornament. Tufts of fur found on the ground? They were fuzzy, and so they clearly belonged on a tree. Plastic bag? Check. Snowballs? Heck yes. Rocks? Out of desperation, yes. Only Starclan knows how she managed to precariously balance all of this on the branches. Cactusbloom was done. Or so it seemed. As the cinnamon and white she-cat observed her tree, overjoyed at the product of her hard minutes of work, she frowned. Something was missing. You couldn't have a Christmas tree without a topper, now could you? And so the search began.




    Was there a topper behind the bush? No. No topper behind the bush. Maybe... Maybe it was in the river? Nope, no topper in the river. This was very unfortunate for Cactusbloom, as it seemed she had gone for an icy swim in vain. Was there a topper lying on the ground at Cactusbloom's paws? ...Why yes, there was! The young femme let out a squeal of excitement through her chattering teeth, and picked up a tiny piece of red fabric in between her jaws. shivering, Cactusbloom zipped back over to the tree, and from there began to develop a plan as to how she would get it to the top.




    It seemed that climbing was her only option. Grinning, the she-cat clung to the green, floppy limbs of the tree as she made an attempt to reach the top, knocking most of the "ornaments" off in the process. As she reached the crown of the Christmas tree, she joyfully reached to place to strip of fabric at the top. but at that moment, the tree began to tip. Letting out a squeak of surprise, Cactusbloom jumped off, landing safely on the ground as the tree toppled over. She watched in horror as the decorations tumbled off the fir. And then she began to laugh. What had she been thinking?! As her laugh subsided a few moments later, Cactusbloom began to pad away with a grin on her face.




    To heck with the tree--she was going to make some crappy snow angels.



















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    IC: so, silentwisp was now neutral, again he felt like he had to do something about these upcoming holidays, so he was out on a quest to find some things that he could give his children, he didn't know exactly what to get or what to do, so he padded out of camp, through the snow and it suddenly started to snow and a smile came to his maw actually, it's been a while when a smile had planted itself upon his Bengal maw and he padded through the barren redwood forest


    He sighed, the mental stress have had been given? After he had been defeated by Lancelot, his mind had been chaos. Being neutral was great, it was like, well I like this, but I don't want to join it, so he decided he was going to talk to some guys, maybe get them to think about being anti, because well, it was better than fighting each other, they had strong allies and once bloodclan moved out, everything could just get back to normal


    He spotted a coniferous tree, it reminded of their old home, ah, the pine scent was so good to his nose, much better than the desert scent that the bloodclanners gave off and he decided to sing silent night, die to the silence that was around him, he liked it, it didn't hurt his head and he was able to think straight again...


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