Post by Whiteheart on Dec 2, 2008 19:09:51 GMT -5
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. But Susan. Because she's awesome.
DAY I- I HATE YOU, RUSSETFUR!
My name is Blackstar. I am the amazingly awesome leader of ShadowClan. My deputy, Russetfur, says that she found a nice way for me to vent my anger issues and brough me this diary...thing...whatever.
I DO NOT HAVE ANGER ISSUES, DARN IT!!!
Okay, maybe I do. Whatever.
She also bough me an "E-Z Bake Oven". StarClan knows how she got it, or where I'll find an outlit to plug it into.
Anyways, I think I'll name her...Susan.
Which reminds me...I HATE YOU, RUSSETFUR!
-Blackstar
DAY II- Susan...
...is dysfunctional. Seriously.
I finally found an outlit to plug her into about 400 tail-lengths from camp. It's sort of a hassle, but that's not such a big deal compared to the next thing.
Okay, so Russetfur and I wanted to have dinner, right? So I tried to make mac and cheese, and it came out a cheese-covered snickerdoodles (which were actually really good with ketchup...I mean, THEY WERE SO BAD, I WAS THROWING UP FOR SIX HOURS).
My conclusion? Whoever makes these darn things is really good at chemical changes; mac and cheese =/= cheese-covered snickerdoodles!
-Blackstar
Day III- Susan...IS ACTUALLY A GUY.
Okay, so it turns out, Susan is actually a man. And I'm calling him...Mike. Yes, Mike.
Well, anyways, I HATE MIKE. Russetfur's been acting strangely around him, and has started to develop a crush on him.
DARN YOU, MIKE! Steal my she-cat, why don't you...
So, tomorrow at sunhigh, I challanged him to a showdown. One on one, winner gets Russetfur...
...Wait a minute, this is degrading.
-Blackstar
DAY I- I HATE YOU, RUSSETFUR!
My name is Blackstar. I am the amazingly awesome leader of ShadowClan. My deputy, Russetfur, says that she found a nice way for me to vent my anger issues and brough me this diary...thing...whatever.
I DO NOT HAVE ANGER ISSUES, DARN IT!!!
Okay, maybe I do. Whatever.
She also bough me an "E-Z Bake Oven". StarClan knows how she got it, or where I'll find an outlit to plug it into.
Anyways, I think I'll name her...Susan.
Which reminds me...I HATE YOU, RUSSETFUR!
-Blackstar
DAY II- Susan...
...is dysfunctional. Seriously.
I finally found an outlit to plug her into about 400 tail-lengths from camp. It's sort of a hassle, but that's not such a big deal compared to the next thing.
Okay, so Russetfur and I wanted to have dinner, right? So I tried to make mac and cheese, and it came out a cheese-covered snickerdoodles (which were actually really good with ketchup...I mean, THEY WERE SO BAD, I WAS THROWING UP FOR SIX HOURS).
My conclusion? Whoever makes these darn things is really good at chemical changes; mac and cheese =/= cheese-covered snickerdoodles!
-Blackstar
Day III- Susan...IS ACTUALLY A GUY.
Okay, so it turns out, Susan is actually a man. And I'm calling him...Mike. Yes, Mike.
Well, anyways, I HATE MIKE. Russetfur's been acting strangely around him, and has started to develop a crush on him.
DARN YOU, MIKE! Steal my she-cat, why don't you...
So, tomorrow at sunhigh, I challanged him to a showdown. One on one, winner gets Russetfur...
...Wait a minute, this is degrading.
-Blackstar