Crowfeather Meets Santa Claus

Crowfeather was sitting in his den, shivering in his thin black pelt. He looked to the sky, to see if StarClan were there an wuld hep WindClan through their time of starvation. To his surprise, a silver streak whizzed past the stars, coming closr every second. He opened his mouth to warn his starving Clanmates, but before he could make a sund the air was full of loud jingling and a cry of "Ho ho ho!"

Suddenly a long sleigh was in his camp, deer pulling it into the snow. One of them snorted and stamped its foot.

In the sleigh, a dark tabby with ice blue eyes was sitting there, a heavy, soft white-fur-rimmed red coat embracing his shoulders.

"Hawkfrost- Hawkfrost?!?! Is it really you? I thought you were dead!" Hawkfrost laughed merrily.

"It's me!" he cried. "I am Santa Claus! I am here to give your Clan their presents!"

Crowfeather's eyes stretched wide open. "P-presents? I thought you didn't like us!"

Hawkfrost laughed merrily again, then his sleigh swished away, and he was gone.

The next morning when Crowfeather woke up, he saw a huge box thingy next to him. There was one next to every cat in camp, and the fresh-kill pile was much higher than normal. ''Hawkfrost! ' ''he though immediately.

He ripped open his present eagerly with his eyes blazing. He pulled out of it a small, clear box.

"What is it?" he wondered aloud, turning it around and around. Inside, here was a couple thin white pieces of bark and a shiny black thing with a picture of a Twoleg on it.

He slammed his paw dow on the box and it snapped. Out rolled the little black thing. Crowfeather stared at it.

He pressed the bottom of the little white circle in the middle of it. Sounds started coming out of the Twoleg box and the Twoleg started moving. Crowfeather leapt back, and, in surprise, he yowled. Owlwhisker's head shot up and he looked around wildly. "Where's the fox? I'll get it!"

Crowfeather glared at him. "There is no fox," he growled. "Only me. Now open your present or go back to sleep."

"Present?" Owlwhisker cocked his head, his fox phobias forgotten. "What's that?"

"It's a gift Santa Claus gave you becase it's Christmas!" Crowfeather hissed. "Leafpool said they celebrate it in ThunderClan, and on the the journey to the sun-drown-place Feathertail said so, too."

"Wooow..." Owlwhsiker started ripping open his box. Inside, he found a wobbly thing with lots of thin pieces of bark. He opened it and grinned. "Look! Babes in bikinis!"

Crowfeather peered over his shoulder. Indeed, there were pictures of she-cats lying on the beach, on a fence, even hunting!