The internet is a storm of URLs, wi-fi and strings of dangerous code, whirling and thundering. Out in the wilderness you can only survive so long unaided, but in here, behind the mellow yellow windows, a safe and comforting place awaits. This place is a respite from the internet; the fire crackles invitingly and alluring rainbow-coloured drinks are poured into glasses. Exciting chatter fills the rooms from tables bustling with friends, eating from trays of warm, rustic carum bread and hearty stews. Gentle music comes from the band in the background.
[image description: a busy tavern lit by orange light]
Come in, chat away, have a great time! The old location may have been overrun by the Codekind, but this new building has three-meter thick walls, three floors and turret bedrooms to rest in at the top! We’ve returned, free from the battles of the secret pages! A safe micro-community of equality and no judgement. Hang up your HTML-reflective suit at the door and settle in with a drink and a meal.
Notice Board: Free candy in the bowl on the counter! What types of candy are there? Yes.
“Okay, okay, okay, okay.” Sparkpaw sighs, seemingly resigning herself to stopping the chaos.
“NOPE! JUST JOKING!” She leaps up onto the chandelier and begins raining down noodles (not 2 minute noodles) on everyone. Then she grabs a lightsaber and destroys the Christmas tree.
“HAHA! FINALLY!” She yowls while throwing broccoli on everyone’s heads.
Spiro noms on the broccoli because she loves it but is screaming inside because Sparkpaw murdered a perfectly good Christmas tree.
“Hjkffiwbfcievql;weoialfgbwihrgb.” Hollykit pauses to take a breath, then continues. “Eirugwuoh4wurhkguthvwihtv5ubs4u5guvirbgi9rgvubrigbvirvhgrbgviw!”
“hgfrtdtfyguhij”? Asks Spiro. “erdtfugyhbgvgfr?”
“Zierhfbeoufxbgkerucgfewukgcwu,” Hollykit replies, shaking her head. “Aiuefwf, rcukebfjherbfeicjorbfwicebfyuegfch.”
Frostpaw patted her friend on the back. “let it all out.”
“Letting out nonsense is nice,” Hollykit agreed.
“tothyjhthguhguirghurhgihgigh” Silverkit says, joining with Hollykit. “fkgekgjrjhfuiehguirehgiuehgeuihgeruighr”
*Lemons storm in* “Ha ha, the Lemons will destroy all of you! Shouts a disbodyed voice that is definitely someone who has control of the Lemons. (See if you can figure out who it is, also doesn’t the Lemons sound like some weird band name?)
Spiro, still in her LoafCat form, absorbs some of the lemons and makes herself into…. LEMON-LOAFCAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She then defects to the Lemon side and starts reeking havoc with them.
Sparkpaw tries to eat the lemons because she likes eating lemons.
Skypaw shrugs, smiling. “I’m a LemonClan cat, remember?”
Silverkit calmly watches Spiro Lemon-LoafCat trash the Hazelpage with the Lemons, all the while slurping at her orange juice which somehow just appeared in her paw.
“How did that orange juice appe—ah, right. Physics are still on vacation, I think.”
Silverdusk uses a straw to suck all of the lemons toward her. She picks them up and squashes them into the ground. “HAHAHA PINEAPPLE WILL ALWAYS BE MORE POWERFUL THEN LEMONS!” she yells, pulling out a pineapple from nowhere.
That’s when everybody sees the tiny little yellow sponge sitting in a gap in the pineapple.
“SPONGEBOB??” Silverdusk cries in shock as Spongebob pulls a candy cane out of his pocket and screams, “MERRY CHRISTMAS!”
“I am seriously concerned for you, Silverdusk,” Hollykit announced flatly.
“Nooooope. Physics are back. Hmm, maybe they took off again? It’s just that I was able to destroy the Christmas tree.” Sparkpaw points proudly to the flaming mess of branches. “Oh, and I was able to set fire to the tavern.”
Hollykit slaps her palm to her forehead. “Oh, Sparkpaw, you fluffball of trouble,” she mutters while grabbing a fire extinguisher and calling 911.
“PHISICS ARE ON VACATION?” Skypaw shouts, jumping up and down like a kit. “Cool! See you guys!” She simply starts flying with a oreo-filled box on her paw (just appeared). She goes up to the bedrooms and looks around, wondering if anyone else is there. She shrugs and starts gulping down the cookies (eating the filling first, of course!)
“notch”
runs out nearest window and out into the six foot deep snow only to slip and fall and get buried in snow
Hollykit leans over to see Eggpaw buried in snow, and asks, “Notch as in the creator of Minecraft? Or Notch as in… okay, I can’t think of a different Notch. I’ll just assume you’re talking about the creator of Minecraft.” Hollykit walks away, forgetting that Eggpaw needed help.
Spiro, after completely destroying the inside of the tavern then coats everything and everyone left standing in delicious lemon-glaze filled with bread crumbs and morphs back into just her normal cat-form.
Looking around proudly she says, “My work here is done. Happy Thanksgiving.”
“Everything,” Sparkpaw is grinning evilly because that is the new thing. “You missed everything.”
Scorchmist (who has been revived after fainting last night) comes down stairs and casually asks, “What did I miss?”
“You missed a french fry.” Hollykit takes the french fry from before and offers it to Scorchmist again.
“I destroyed the Christmas tree!” Sparkpaw grins evilly because she can. “AND I set fire to the tavern!”
“Hrbrdbls” Blazey hrbrdlebd as he hrbdsjdhs into the room. “Hrbdrbsb, hrsebhj fjhgsawgd hrbgbg! gjhjhbrve?”
“I’m starting to think that either my new language is becoming a trend”—Hollykit paused herself to scratch her arm because physics had come back from vacation and she could now feel itches—“or everyone’s stealing my language.”
“Hrb Hrb Hrbrdlrbl!” “Hrblhrblhrblhrbl hrbs hrbldrb.” Hrbrdbrbrdbr!” Blazey yells.
Scorch notices Blazey and yells, “DKFKDKFDKJFDKJFKDJGFKDAJFKDSKFJDKL!”
“Let’s play Truth or Dare!” Silverkit shouts at the top of her voice. “Dare for me!”
“I dare you to…” Suddenly, Hollykit gets a glorious idea for revenge. “I dare you to set fire to Sparkpaw’s tail!”
“that’s a good one” dino laughs.
Scorch nodded, approving Hollykit’s decision.
I dare you to pick your least favorite soccer team and say that they are the best!”
Cheetahheart Dared.
Skypaw looks around the VERY loud place. She shrugs, reminding herself her class is a lot louder, and smiles to the cats she knows best (though she knows the others too). “Hi, Silverdusk and Silverkit! Do you guys know where the bedrooms are? I’m not one to stay up all night.” She smirks. “Oh, well, I might as well join the games!”
Silverkit looks across the room at Skypaw. “Hello! She yells over the chaos “I’m about to set Sparkpaw’s tail on fire”
Spiro bursts in, cackling evilly. “HA! THANKSGIVING IS DONE UNTIL NEXT YEAR!!!!!!!” She then gets her Christmas Party Canon out of its case which was hiding under a table and starts blasting everything with snow and ice and decorations. Then she goes outside and spends a minimum of forty-eight hours picking, cutting, and decorating a Christmas tree and then she lugs the whole thing back to the tavern. Most of the ornaments and bobbles and tinsel fell off during the journey back because physics is back.
“It was SO much easier when they were on vacation,” Spiro grumbles as she reassembles the tree.
“Oh no you do NOT!” Sparkpaw grabs her lightsaber and sets fire to the tree again. “HALLOWEEN STILL RULES!”
Scorch ignites a lightsaber, a rapier-shaped one like Kylo Ren’s, that contrasts to Sparkpaw’s one. “Fight me, Palpatine! Christmas will RULE FOREVER!” She then summons a Christmas tree out of green macaw feathers.
Scorch dashs to a cupboard, breaking a couple of ceramic turkeys. “Thanksgiving is over, mates!” They yell in a bad British accent. “All hail the mighty Christmas!” Then they turn on ‘All I Want For Christmas is You’ on full volume and creates a tall statue of Santa Claus using tomatoes.
Skye laughs, then turns on the “When Christmas Comes To Town” song from upstairs.