It’s finally here!
The highly anticipated results of our October Fanfiction Contest!!!!!! 😀 First, THANK YOU to everyone who entered. It was so incredibly hard to pick only three winners because AAALLLL the entries we received were amazing.
Equally bewitching, really!
after careful deliberation,
I have decided to give the gold to ………. Hawthornclaw! Congrats!!! 🎉 Your fanfiction was so heartwarming and entertaining. Truly the most spooktacular of them all! Your prize: a drawing (fursona, OC, Warriors character) AND the ability to choose live chat’s colors (just holler at me in the comments section what you want them to be!)
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I wake up. I know that sound. That’s the sound I heard when I was an apprentice. I remember it like it was yesterday. Cloudstar screaming, telling everyone to leave the camp. Wishstream giving herbs to the cats in pain. Us fleeing our territory. That sound. Cloudstar died that night. We live in a new place now, but when I here that sound, I know it’s over. We’ll leave the territory. Lakestar will stay behind. I know this because I know that sound. That buzz. The screaming. The lasers. All at once, making that horrible sound. I leave the warrior’s den, and see cats running and screaming, Wishstream helping some others, and Lakestar telling us to go. But I can’t go. I can’t bring myself to do it. I go back in the warrior’s den, and wake up those who are asleep. I tell them to go, to run far away, with the other cats.I stay. Everyone leaves. Except Lakestar. And me. “Nighthope, go! Go with the others!” Lakestar says. I swallow, trying to hold back the tears. I don’t want to go. I see Lakestar, trying to fight the horrible monsters. “Lakestar, I’ll stay here.” I say, “Go!” Lakestar stares at me, “I can’t leave anyone behind.” She says. I try to smile at her, “Go!” I say. Lakestar runs out. “Thank you.” She says softly. The horrible monsters fly away, but I can’t let them. I can’t let them torture any others cats. I race after the ship. Then they stop.
I miss my home planet. I miss the trees, the birds, the lakes, and the purple sky. But it was invaded. Now we must leave. I cry as I look out the window of my space ship. We see a land of blue skies, green grass, and furry cats, and we land on a grassy green spot with a few cats. When we land, all the cats start running and screaming. That’s too bad. We could be good friends. But everyone’s scared of us. They come to our planet, then they go, screaming and running. They don’t understand us. No one does. When all the cats leave, we fly somewhere else. We open the doors to our space ship, and see a cat.
They open the doors to the ship, and I walk up. I can’t say anything to them. They don’t understand us. The other ones who came to our old territory didn’t. But first, they speak to me. “We are here for a new home. Our planet was invaded.” How do I understand them?
“W-wh-wo are you?” I say. “We are aliens of the planet of Evergreen.” How do they understand me? I don’t know what to say. They walk over to me, and one says, “Please-we don’t want to be hurt.” I understand this. Neither do we. “I am Nighthope of LightningClan. I hope you do not hurt us either.” I say.
She walks closer, and Star, the leader, tells her who we are and why we’re here. She looks scared, and I come over to her, telling her we don’t want be hurt. She looks at me with an understanding face, saying she doesn’t want to be hurt either. Her name is Nighthope. She is from a place called LightningClan. We get to know her, and tell her our names. She met all of us, Laser, Rocket, Sky, Purple, Ship, and all the others. I am a little scared, but she is nice. The only problem is that we still need a place to live.
I tell them all about myself, and soon they are introducing themselves to me. Suddenly I get an idea. “I can find you a home.” I say. I knew exactly where they would live. They tell me thank you and that they are so grateful the whole way. Then we get there.
Suddenly, something happens. She says she can find us a home! We rush through the beautiful forest and say thank you the whole way. Then we get there.
We reach the top of the mountain, covered in snow, where they will live. They are so grateful and so happy. I was kind of sad to let them go. Once I say goodbye, I run to the lake, where my clan is. “We can go home now!” I say. When they ask me why, I tell them the whole story. They are so happy I’m back and Lakestar thanks me for my bravery and courage. Everyone was happy to have their territory back, and to have peaceful rest of the day.
We get to our new home, which is a beautiful mountaintop with lots of snow. We are so happy to have a new home. We thank Nighthope and she leaves. Our new home was ready, and we enjoyed the rest of the day.
Then second place belongs to …………….. Lionfire! 🙂 (have I ever told you how awesome your name is? “Lionfire” has the snazziest ring to it) Your story really captured my attention, and it has such a killer ending. Well done!!! Your prize: a drawing (fursona, OC, Warriors character) OR the ability to choose live chat’s colors
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I sighed, looking down, I was about 12 yards above the ground, thats 11.9 yards above my preferred distance from the forest floor. The other cats were now moving dots of gingers, greys and browns among the green of foliage, they’d probably go on without us anyway, not that it mattered.
The brown tabby pelt of my apprentice, Owlpaw, was just ahead of me, and I shimmied across the ever-thinning branch, my fur catching on just about every molecule of wood possible. Just within grasp of the she-cat’s tail, I tried to beckon her down from the pine tree but it was no use. As we approached each other, I noticed her green eyes were wide, and her fur stood up in spikes resembling a hedgehog’s pelt.
“What’s wrong?” I gasped, whilst helping her stalk down the tree towards me.
No answer, just the whispering of the harsh wind in pine needles. I tried to look reassuring but my face didn’t really go beyond expressing emotions that weren’t hyper or goofy which didn’t help the situation.
As I guided Owlpaw down the tree, I noticed she was shivering even though her pelt had long since flattened down.
What happened to her? I looked up, the sky was inky and the moon lit up the forest around us but in a pale and sickly wash. Maybe it was a hawk or an owl that got too close? I looked at her again, her claws retracting and then sliding out again. A fox or badger?
However, something told me that it probably wasn’t any of my guesses. Maybe be the fact that it was Halloween tomorrow made me slightly more on edge, or that it was so dark and ominous out here. But I couldn’t help but have a hunch it was something much more than an owl.
I looked hopefully towards Flowerstream and Birchfoot, “Will she be alright?” My whiskers quivered a bit, I disliked the smell in the medicine den, there were too many herby scents that didn’t match with each other and just kinda clashed, but at the same time the atmosphere it gave off was nice, kind of like herbal tea. Woah. I didn’t think that last bit. What?
Birchfoot glanced at me, “She’ll be fine, still a bit shaken, that’s all. We still don’t know what happened though.”
“Are you ok? You look slightly… nervous.” Flowerstream interrupted.
I shot my head up quickly, surprised she’d noticed, but I’d probably just made anything more obvious with my reaction. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.”
Flowerstream looked unconvinced, but hey, what could I say? ‘Yeah I’m thinking thoughts that I didn’t think.’ That’d look totally normal.
I thanked both medicine cats and shot one last glance at Owlpaw’s sleeping form before stepping out of the den and back into the BlogClan camp. I was about to go out and do some hunting but to be honest I really couldn’t be bothered, all I wanted was sleep, but then didn’t I always?
I flopped onto a pile of amber and ginger crispy leaves, casually watching the world go by. A couple of minutes passed before my eyelids went heavy, and they slowly drew closed and I went into deep sleep.
I woke to the rather unpleasant feeling of claws digging into my flank. Not the best way to wake up in my personal opinion. I shot up, sending leaves and acorns scattering across the clearing, but was pinned down again by the unknown attacker.
I yelped, only to be responded to by another clawed lump landing on me, attacking my tail.
“Ahhh! Help!” I cried, “We’re being attacked!”
The only reaction was laughter. That couldn’t be good. Well, it wasn’t evil laughter, that was a good sign, right?
My attackers removed themselves fortunately, allowing me to get up and look around.
Oh. I’ve just been attacked by kits. Well done me. I met the eyes of Jayfrost, Iceflower and Sundance. Well, that couldn’t be any less embarrassing right? They were only deputy and main senior warriors of BlogClan and I’d just made a complete fool of myself in front of them. Good going me.
They looked amused so that was probably good. I think.
Sundance looked down at me sympathetically, “Don’t worry about it, it could have happened to anyone.” She smiled and her eyes were warm.
She was right, but I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. “Well, I guess it couldn’t be any worse, right?” And from the corner of my eye I saw Cakestar watching from her den, she must have seen the whole thing.
And I just flopped back onto the ground in the most undignified way possible, but as I said, it probably couldn’t get any worse so I didn’t really care.
Some hunting, alone, was just what I needed. Fresh autumnal air to clear my head would do me a world of good.
There was a small twitching in the pretty dead ferns ahead of me, a squirrel I presumed from the way it was over excitedly burying something which I assume was acorns.
Well, not like a rabbit or fish would be burying nuts I guess. I said to myself, purring mildly if you could use mildly as a way to describe purring. Well, not like a fish would be on land though. I purred louder. WAIT. I didn’t think that. Noooo not that weird thought-thing again…. I shook my head to clear my mind, taking a deep breath, I regained my balance and began to crouch.
I stalked slowly towards the not-fish, my paws folding out one by one in front of me, my head tucked in, and my chin nearly dragging across the leaves.
My haunches quivered as I was about to pounce– NO! DONT HURT IT! STOP! I fell over in surprise. My mouth parted in shock. The squirrel dashed out from behind the ferns and leapt over me but I was too dazed to even acknowledge it.
“Who’s there?!” I shouted, dragging myself into a bush for cover. “Show yourself!”
An immense disturbance of leaves told me there was a large monster (or animal) pretty near me. Whoops. Better shut up now I guess.
stop myself making any further noise, I shoved my feathery tail into my mouth before I almost choked on it. I spluttered and coughed but then realised that I had just given away my whereabouts to a probably murderous monster…
Not at all what I expected. A qilin? Definitely not what I expected.
I sipped at my vegan, chocolate-free hot chocolate occasionally dabbing a paw at the vegan marshmallows.
The qilin was beautiful, he had antlers that looked like bronze tree branches and jade scales that overlapped each other in a way that resembled… knitting? Above his hooves, he had tufty feathers that swayed from side to side in the wind along with his long carp whiskers that were kind of like two pieces of string hanging down from his cheeks.
He smiled at me, “Still shocked, huh?”
I nodded, I would have vocally answered but I was glad for the excuse of a marshmallow in my mouth.
“I’m sorry for scaring you like that, and your apprentice.” He added, swirling a steaming liquid in a china cup.
I grinned back, “No worries, it was partly our fault, you know, being Halloween and stuff, I guess we just overdramatised it, sorry.”
[/expand] And third place goes to …………………………. Aprilblossom! Your writing blew me away! What a thrilling zombie-apocalypse story, thanks for sharing such a wonder! Your prize: a drawing (fursona, OC, Warriors character)
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A growl arose from my throat. I glared at the threat menacingly, my fur bristling along my spine and down my tail. Slowly, my claws unsheathed from my paws, sharpened and ready to fight.
There were undead cats approaching the camp, and I had to defend it, along with the rest of my Clanmates. We were all lined up in formation, ready to fight back against the zombie-cats.
“Aprilblossom! Get ready to defend!” the cat nearby yowled, poised to strike.
I nodded. When the undead were close enough, I launched myself at the nearest cat, dodging its sharp, probably poisoned teeth.Their way of recruiting is hooking their fangs into another cat’s flesh… better be careful. I yowled in alarm as a zombie cat lunged for my tail, jaws wide open, revealing broken, blackened teeth. It chomped down hard onto my tail. I frantically tried to kick it off, but its teeth remained fastened. Everything around me swirled, changing completely, until my mind went blank, and my body was being moved for me…
Sunlight streamed through the brambles and into her eyes. I blinked. It was just a dream. Steadily, I got to her paws and let out an enormous yawn. My paws led me to the fresh-kill pile, and my stomach gurgled. Last night, I hadn’t eaten, and I still had no idea why. In the cold of leaf-bare, I guess it was natural to feel as if I should fast to feed others.
Suddenly, a silver shape collided into me, and I staggered, quickly regaining my footing. “Silverpaw!” I meowed. “Be more careful! What’s the hurry?”
Silverpaw looked up to me with her beautiful leaf green eyes. “Sorry! Just waiting for training!” I was so glad that she had recovered ever since the traumatic events that had occurred a few nights before. Losing all your littermates must have been terrible. A pang of loneliness hit me as I realized that I was born an only kit, or so my parents say.
“Are you going to eat something or what?”
I snapped out of my thoughts. “Ah, sorry, Silverpaw. I was lost in the clouds,” I mewed, knowing that my apprentice knew what I meant. We’ll go hunting later today,” I promised with a hopeful smile.
Silverpaw nodded. “See you then!” The silver apprentice turned around and darted away towards the apprentice’s den, where Spottedpaw was lazing around under the sun. Sunlight is unusual in this season, I thought before shivering. It’s still kind of cold and frosty, however.
I bent down and picked up a skinny hare with my jaws before taking a few paces back to enjoy it without having her Clanmates trip over her, trying to feed themselves. After taking a few ravenous bites, I was already finished, quicker than expected.. One scrawny hare wouldn’t fill me up anyways. My whiskers twitched, and I looked up to the sky. Clouds were settling in quite quickly. Snow could be coming soon, I thought.
“Aprilblossom! You done?” Silverpaw was scrambling back to me, seeing that I had finished devouring my hare. “Let’s go hunt! Since it’s leafbare, we’ll need plenty of prey, I hear, but I’m up for it!” Her smile of confidence warmed my heart. With her determination and her hunting skills, she could probably feed the whole Clan!
The sun slowly sank below the horizon, much earlier than usual. Silverpaw had caught a fair amount of prey, though most of them were scrawny, weak, or hiding in their burrows.
“Great catch, Silverpaw!” Lakepaw, a young brown tabby apprentice commented. “Wanna share?” He offered a juicy mouse he had caught earlier, suspiciously fatter than most prey. Silverpaw accepted, however, without hesitation. I could obviously see that their relationship was growing better and better, and I had a feeling that their relationship would go far. Back to thinking about that somewhat fatter mouse. Even if a mouse found a better place to eat, surely it wouldn’t be that plump?
There was a loud gasp from behind me, and a horrified squeal. I whipped around to find Softfeather reeling back. My eyes widened in horror as I realized that one of the prey from the fresh-kill pile had gotten to its feet. Its beady eyes were berry-red, reminding me of the infamous deathberries, the most poisonous berries in the forest. The mouse looked dead, though it was clearly moving.
“Zombie mouse!” Softfeather shrieked. “Get that vile thing away from me!!” My eyes widened as the mouse scrambled towards the nursery.
Instantly, I chased after it, my heart pounding with fear. I unsheathed my claws and raked them against the mouse’s back. It let out a squeal of terror before falling limply to the ground. Quickly, I dug out a hole and carefully pushed the dead creature inside. Afterwards, I poked my head in the nursery to make sure everything was all right. Nightbloom was huddled inside, holding her kits close to her. Her eyes were widened with fear and alarm, and the den smelled of the fear-scent from all the cats inside. “Thank you for—” She was cut off as they heard something stampeding towards the nursery.
A pale tabby tom burst into the den, straight towards Nightbloom. “Nightbloom! Thank StarClan you and the kits are all right! I thought that undead mouse had gotten you…” He trailed off as he looked lovingly at the small bundles of joy wriggling in front of them.
“Mistfall, it’s all right. We’re safe, thanks to Aprilblossom.” She turned towards me. “Thank you so much. I was trying to thank you earlier before you came in and interrupted me,” she teased, amusement flickering her gaze.
I smiled at them. “I was only doing what I had to.” I turned around and walked out of the den. Surprisingly, the sun was already beginning to dip below the horizon. Soon, the full moon would be up, and we would be having the Gathering.
Morningstar was padding towards me. Her beautiful, soft tortoiseshell fur shimmered as the dusk rays shone down on it. “Can you explain what happened?” she asked.
“Sure.” I went on to explain the events that had happened, how I discovered it, what I saw, and how it was dealt with.
All this time, Morningstar was listening with a thoughtful look on her face. “All right,” she murmured finally. “It seems there may be a disease or something associated with this, though it is phenomenal. I’ll consult Birdsong about it. Care to come?”
I nodded and shrugged. “Why not?” I followed her to the medicine den, where the scent of herbs were wafting from it, making me wrinkle my nose. Inside the den, a pure black cat was sorting out some marigold.
“Birdsong, have you received any prophecies or anything out of the ordinary?” Morningstar questioned. Birdsong was silent for a few moments. I could have sworn I heard crickets chirping.
Finally, she spoke. “The mouse.” The mouse—? Oh! The zombified undead creepy mouse! The one that could have killed us all! “This is just the start of what is about to happen. It will spread until it engulfs us in its flames.” I felt shivers run down my spine when she explained that. What could she possibly mean? Would it… would it spread to us cats?
“Thank you for your time, Birdsong. I recommend you give me updates on the situation,” Morningstar informed the medicine cat before exiting the den, leaving just myself and Birdsong.
“Well… I’ll just get going now, so see you later…” The aura radiating from her gave me chills. I padded out of the den before giving my pelt a quick shake. When I saw the present situation inside the camp, I was wondering how I hadn’t noticed. Cats were gawking at something in the sky, but not just some bird. The moon was blood red.
“Help! This is an omen! We’re all going to die!” some cat yowled, who was clearly not a medicine cat.
The camp erupted into chaos. Cats were running around, grabbing what little
prey they had and dived into the nearest den. Many were yowling the most random things, like “We’re doomed!” “StarClan wants us dead!” What has this world come to?
Everyone! Calm down!” The entire motion of cats immediately stopped at the command of their leader. “Is this how we act in emergencies? No! We don’t know that this is an omen, we don’t know whether the world is doomed! We—” Morningstar stopped as Birdsong stepped up onto the Great Rock.
She had a solemn look on her face as she spoke. For some, this would probably be their first time hearing her voice, as she was a mysterious individual, almost always silent. Her mentor probably didn’t have much of a relationship with her, as she was dead silent mostly. “The blood moon is a bad omen,” she yowled loudly, yet somewhat quietly, as if she wasn’t used to yelling. “The moon will be tainted with blood, and the dead shall be raised.”
There was a long pause as everyone let that sink in. Just as things were about to get tense, I stepped forward. “I also had a dream,” I confessed. “I was standing in a forest, ready to fight an impending threat. Cats which I’ve known that have deceased were walking towards me menacingly, and the Clan was preparing to attack,” I yowled. “We were in a specific attack formation, ready to fight off any cat that came our way.”
Birdsong nodded. “That was probably a vision of the future, sent by StarClan.” The black she-cat’s mysterious amber gaze flickered to the Clan below. Her head turned towards Aprilblossom, and she nodded.
“All right, I’ll get some cats to defend the camp, and—” As I spoke, Morningstar interrupted me.
“I will go prepare the attack formation, as I am the leader,” she told me.
“Morningstar, wait.” I took a deep breath. “Firstly, as deputy, I choose the hunting and border patrols, so I should know which cats are capable of doing what. Secondly, I saw which cats were there in the vision.” Morningstar looked ready to kick me off the rock and yowl at me for seven moons, but she collected herself before doing so.
“Alright,” she mewed coolly, “You can prepare them.”
I went to work picking out cats that were capable of fighting off an army of zombie cats. I also made sure some cats were protecting the nursery and elder’s den, in case the zombie’s break through and into the camp. I also recruited a few rogues who have seen any undead creatures. From what I’ve been told, undead beings multiply easily. All it takes is one bite from their vicious fangs and you’re pretty much done for.
“DawnClan, listen up!” I yowled in my commanding voice. Morningstar hung back, afraid to lose her very last life. I left her in charge of camp so she’d be safer. “Do not be afraid to kill these undead cats. They may have been cats you’ve known, but their spirits are safe in StarClan, and this is simply their bodies emerging from the ground. Do not lose confidence, as even if you are bitten, your soul will most likely end up in StarClan. If not, you’ll be killed anyways and sent off to StarClan—“ I stopped and slapped my furry tail over my mouth.
“My point is, cats will die no matter how much we prevent it. It just cannot be helped. But this doesn’t mean we should hold back, for if we do, then it will be the end of the Clans. Do your best and fight with all of your strength, and we will obtain victory!” All the cat’s in the clearing cheered, Silverpaw bouncing on her paws, yowling the loudest.
“All right! You guys ready?” I yowled. Everyone yowled their agreement. “Then let’s move out!” Before I could get out of camp, Morningstar stopped me for a moment.
“I think I’d rather come than stay back and watch my Clanmates fall, feeling helpless,” she told me. “If I lose my last life here, then it will be an honourable death.”
“You can come,” I mewed. “The more the merrier! Not really…”
We were ready to battle, hearing the groans of the undead as they steadily approached the DawnClan camp. Every cat had their claws unsheathed, teeth bared. A growl rose from my throat. My claws unsheathed themselves, ready to tear through the flesh of these zombie warriors. When they came close enough, I let out a battle cry before plunging into battle. My claws raked against the nearest cat’s body. The cat shrieked and attempted to sink its fangs into my tail. My back leg plummeted into its chin, knocking it back.
I turned and sank my teeth into another zombie’s body. It let out a hoarse screech before baring its fangs at me, ready to bite. Instantly, I recognized this cat. “Blossomcloud!” Blossomcloud stopped. She cocked her head to the side, blinking. Suddenly, her limbs jerked, and her eyes widened as life was brought back into her.
“How… how am I back?” She seemed to be listening to something. “Ah, I see… I xan only stay for a little while.” Her gaze rested on me. “Aprilblossom,” she breathed. “It’s you… I’m so happy for you, you’ve become such a great warrior.”
A smile formed on my face as I kicked another zombie cat in the face with my powerful hind legs. “Thank you, Blossomcloud. I’ll miss you.” I watched as her body slowly turned into sparkling mist, swirling away in the wind. Determinedly, I spun around and began shouting many cat’s names. “Redstripe! Blackspots! Tabbystreak!” Warriors turned to me with confused looks. They looked shocked as they saw some of the undead slowly turn back into their usual forms for mere moments before fading away into the shimmering mist.
“Is that the cure?” asked Morningstar. Her body bore many scars that would take many moons to heal.
“I guess so…” I trailed off as I realized what I had done. Rather than helping the situation, now the mist was forming into a huge zombie cat. “Everyone! Target that big one!” Immediately, cats were courageously charging towards the giant creature. I leaped onto the monster’s body and flung my limbs wildly, claws unsheathed, tearing through the monster’s body.
Many cats fell to the ground, and I felt like crying aloud in defeat, but I did not lose hope. I heard many shrieks and gasps surround me as I saw Morningstar hanging helplessly from the monster’s jaw. “Let go!!” I vaulted up to the monster’s face and slashed its eyes as hard as I could, drawing out blood. Its jaws opened with the sudden pain, and Morningstar fell limply to the grassy clearing below.
“Morningstar!” I skillfully made my way back down the monster’s body as it tumbled to the ground, its paws covering the eye I had wounded. “Morningstar…” Her body was stretched out limply, the lifeless body turning my blood to ice. “I’m not ready to lead…” Slowly, she turned towards me, trembling with the effort.
“I believe… you are ready. You’ve proven yourself today…” Morningstar looked up to Silverpelt, and slowly, her breathing faded. Her body jerked once before going completely still. I dipped my head in respect as the sun’s beautiful rays slowly peaked over the hills.
“Morning is coming, but Morningstar is going…” I sobbed. I lay there for a few long moments before collecting myself. I grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her back to camp, where we would have the vigil. The remaining zombie cats faded in the sunlight, almost like a bad dream. This is real… this is very real.
My paws ached from digging the hole to bury Morningstar. It was now my time to lead the Clan as Aprilstar. I leaped up onto the Great Rock to announce the deputy. Just as the Shadow would never be forgotten, the apocalypse would never be forgotten by this generation, and possibly generations to come.
(Last but not least, I just have to say that, Blizzard, your story’s cliffhanger ending left me in tatters, how dare you 😛 I am still recuperating from its brillance. And thinking about what might have happened next! If you wrote a sequel, I’d read it in a heartbeat!)
👏👏👏A final congratulations to the winners — Hawthorn, Lion, and April!!!!!!!!!!! 👏👏👏
(I wish we could hand out these trophies for real, look how cool they are!!! 😛 )
Now give a warm welcome to Wanda The Wheel! She has rolled all the way here to announce the names of those tasked with drawing prizes for the winners:
“Littlefang will be drawing for the 3rd place winner, Asterflame for the 2nd place winner (if they choose to have a drawing), and Starstripe for the 1st place winner!”
(if any of you can no longer help out, no worries 🙂 Just let me know and I’ll choose someone else!)
December Caption Contest Extravaganza
… the name says it all! 😛 You think of the funniest caption for the picture down below and share it in the comments section!
- No cursing
- Only one entry per person
- Your entry can be no longer than a paragraph
- The deadline to enter is December 30th, 11:59 PM EST
ONE GRAND PRIZE WINNER SHALL RECEIVE …
- The ability to select a new emoji for live chat! Your emoji can be anything you want, so long as it’s appropriate for the Blog, and it will remain on live chat for a month! 🐱