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For a two-leg, we need to dig deep. Crookedstar looked at her as if he’d never truly seen her before. They were burying a two-leg kit after all, yet Crookedstar still wondered if she was up to something and decided he’d help if only to keep his eyes on her. She was still Mapleshade!, for Starclan’s sake!

Continuing as if she was noticing Crookedstar looking inquisitively at her, “The dark forest eats away at your mind and soul until you finally fade away altogether. I avenged my kits and saved the mother of this two-leg kit when she was still a kit herself. I wonder if she still remembers me?”

“I do” purred Catwoman softly as both she and the elders lay with their head on their paws (or arms in the case of Catwoman) listening to the story being told by Crookedstar as if they were kits come to hear the stories told by the elders like when they were kits.

Crookedstar continuing his story, “If what I did to avenge my kits as well as save the two-leg kit was deemed a crime worthy of the dark forest…I’ve no regrets. I do it again if I felt it was necessary

But I would like you to know more than what you’ve been told by cats who heard stories passed down over many moons by angry and bitter cats. You can ask Darkstar, who allowed my kits to be buried on Riverclan’s territory and Oakstar, the leader who cast me and my kits out of Thunderclan yourselve when you one day enter Starclan.”

“I know what I said about your loved ones, but the curse I uttered to Reedshine all those moons ago ended when a cat named Oakheart had kits with a cat then named Bluefur (now Bluestar). He never stopped loving her and he never lied to her. He asked Greypool to help raise his kits (she never asked about their mother although she suspected a Thunderclan cat. When I was a young Thunderclan warrior, I too fell for a Riverclan warrior, but I wasn’t as lucky as Bluefur.”

 

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And now for something completely strange

This story takes place at the start of the great journey with the elders who were left behind and ends in the forest that became the new home for the clans. These cats are the sole property of Erin Hunter and any resemblance to one of her stories is seriously accidental.

A shimmering cat with stars in its fur appeared before the elders. With a bow of his head he acknowledged Catwoman. “Let me take you back several seasons” he meowed. “I, Crookedstar, was priveledged to watch a cat, then named Fireheart give a life to a lifeless two leg” he indicated Catwoman with a flick of his tail. There was me and my deputy Leopardfur. Bluestar and Tigerclaw for Thunderclan, Tallstar and Mudclaw for Windclan, and Brokenstar and Nightpelt for Shadowclan.” He continued, “two days later is when it happened. I saw a cat I recognized from my childhood, she was dragging something by the remains of some sort of white pelt. It was bloated from the lake water and had the scent of something dead. She looked up at me and purred that she knew I would obviously not trust her ever again, but begged that I would please listen to the story she had to tell while her mind was still clear enough to tell it. I nodded in agreement.”

“You know me, but you only know the stories told by those that believed I was solely responsible for all that happened. You witnessed Fireheart give a new life to that two leg woman not more than two moons ago, but did you know that when she was a kit, I saved her? I watched from the shadows as she fell from that two leg nest with her kit pulled to her body, wishing she could break its fall.”

The others heard the cries of a mother coming from Catwoman, as Catwoman looked to Crookedstar hoping for news of her child.

Crookedstar continued his story, “I’m burying this kit where Darkstar buried my kits so many moons ago, said Mapleshade.”

There was an audible gasp from the elders when they heard the name, having been brought up to believe that she was a kit killer.

“Hopefully Starclan will keep the bees from my brain long enough for me to tell you my side of the story” she hissed.

A Harry Potter Christmas story

 

This story is based on dream I had while listening to my kindle as I fell asleep. The characters are the sole property of J.K. Rowlings and any resemblance beyond that to anything is a major accident.

Since being snowed in and no-one could leave Hogwarts for the holidays, all houses were being gathered in the great hall for some fun after the evening meal. This assignment was that each house would be singing the same Christmas carol, but in their own unique style and all needing to incorporate some magic relating to the song. The song chosen was O Come All Ye Faithful. The first house was Ravenclaw, which in their own unique style of dress stood in the formation of a traditional choir and did their piece to the traditional version of the song with the creation of small sprigs of mistletoe and holly wreaths. Next night it was Hufflepuff’s turn, like Ravenclaw the stood in the same choir formation, but chose a more formal style of Christmas colored attire and used their wands to create some Christmas puddings as well as some egg nog which was appreciated by staff and students alike. The third house was the very prim and proper Slytherin House. They to choose to stand in a choir formation, but naturally chose to wear formal dress robes and created a traditional Christmas feast. Lastly, was the ever non-traditonal  Griffindor House, in plain white T-shirts and bell bottom jeans. They decided to go with the muggle version of the song, a parody called O Come All Ye Grateful Deadheads. Holding their wands out in front of them, they started to sing,when they came upon the line about bringing their sleeping bags, they with an outward wave of their wands (in complete unison no less), sleeping bags lined up in a row before them. After the part about not washing they’re feet, they in unison once again waved at their feet and their shoes all disappeared. Teachers, especially Professors McGonagal and Flitwick were putting their hands over their mouths to hide their smiles and suppress their laughter. When they reached the line about wearing tye-died t-shirts they brought their wands down over the white t-shirts they wore which were now tye-died and bore the bear logo of the grateful dead. Griffindors final and most impressive bit of magic was at the last line about Garcia being the lord and with an upward sweep of their collective wands they changed the house decorations from the Griffindor Lion to pictures of Jerry Garcia.

a little connector I’m adding to family

Harry left the kitchen and went to Ginny’s room in an effort to coax her down to dinner. He knocked several times, each louder than the one before, finally Ginny opened up as she woke more fully.

Still in a notoriously bad mood, she demanded details from Harry that he was still uncomfortable giving.

Looking down at his shoes, he finally shouted angrily “You don’t know what it feels like having this inside you!” She yelled back, “I’m being trained to control a new power and at the same time being avoided as if I were diseased! People cross the hall, change staircases, sit as far from me as they can, point at me and whisper in the Great Hall or in the library whenever they see me! So why don’t you just try me! She concluded with a defiant stare.

Looking ashamed of himself, Harry reached out to touch her as she turned away with her head down appearing to make an effort not to cry. Harry then told her, “I didn’t just see through the eyes of the snake. I actually was the snake. Feeling what it felt, hearing what it heard, and understanding its thoughts. I actually tasted your father’s blood. It was more horrendous than anything I had yet experienced. When Dumbledore had Snape take me to the dungeon, he told me something I had suspected, but prayed wasn’t true.” He pointed to his scar, “I have a connection to Voldemort’s mind. He said that I needed to learn something called occlumency. From what I’ve come to understand it is the opposite of what you’re learning. By the way, how’s it going with you?”