A Catwing Christmas

[Daeus]

lol
A heartless queen of hearts. Haha!

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[Jessi Rae]

@catwing This…is…BRILLIANT! XD I love it!

Am I the one who says that only my friends and I are allowed to try a takeover?

[Catwing]

@daeus Heartless indeed…

@jessi-Rae Yes that is you. *grin*

IMMA KAPEEFER! Til we're old and gray!

[Catwing]

Part Four
The Rock and The Frog

Catwing blinked. The mist cleared a bit around them. /How did that rock get here?/ “Umm…”
The rock sat there, very rock-like, doing nothing. Because that’s what rocks do. Until they get a case.
“Santa Claws needs a lawyer.” Catwing sat down and put her nose right up to the rock. “Do you want the case?”
The rock quivered. It needed more details.
“Santa Claws ate all of the raspberries and ice cream in one of the storage room, he thought they were for him.” /An impossible case to defend./ Catwing smiled. /Rocks like impossible cases./
The rock started to shake so much she wondered if it would explode. “I’LL TAKE IT!”
Catwing jumped back. For a small rock it had a very big and startling voice. “And what payment do you want?”
“FOR SOMEONE TO MAKE ME TRIP PEOPLE! IT IS MY GOAL IN LIFE! BESIDES BEING A WINNING LAWYER!” The rock boomed. “AND I AM A WINNING LAWYER! THEN I CAN COMPLETE BOTH OF MY GOALS!”
Catwing blinked. “I think I can arrange that.” They stared at each other for several minutes. At least it seemed like it, but you couldn’t tell since rocks don’t have eyes. “How did you get here anyway.”
“PROBABLY WONDERMENT! FROM THE WONDER PORTAL!” The rock was probably pausing to think, but if you looked at it it would look just like a rock. Probably because it was one. “OR ILLAYNE MERESPARK! FROM AETHAISIA!”
Catwing held her paws up to her ears. “I can take you back to Regnis so you can hold a court.”
“LOVELY! THEN I CAN WIN THE CASE AND TRIP PEOPLE! I WILL HAVE A PORPOISE!” /For something that doesn’t have a mouth or a throat or lungs, this rock is very very loud./
She nodded. “Can you talk softer, please?”
“NOPE! SORRY! BUT I COULD JUST BE QUIET! I KNOW WHEN NOT TO TALK TO PEOPLE! A LOT OF MY LIFE IS SILENT ANYWAY! BECAUSE I ROCK! I’LL BE QUIET NOW! DON’T WORRY CATWING I WILL STOP TALKING NOW!”
“That would be nice.” Catwing picked up the rock between her paws. /Now I know why rocks are so quiet./ She grinned. Starting with her grin and going to her tail, she vanished back to Regnis.
She had appeared back where she had left. Except the hall was empty. And she was on the net instead on in it. “Where did everyone go?” She peeked into the interrogation room. Empty. /Where’s Claws?/
Spotting her best option, she sat under the interrogation chair. It was made of Tumtum tree which was a tree that helped people think. So she sat a while and thought. “Need to figure out where they went.”
Several minutes passed in silence between Catwing and the rock. Mostly because the rock wanted to remain silent (it is also possible that it was asleep, but do rocks even sleep?) and Catwing’s mind was wandering to Varpol swords.
“Ribbit.” /Hello/ Catwing looked up to see the Wiser’s Frog sitting on the table.
“Where’s everyone?” Catwing sat up and tripped over the rock, who laughed (Trust me it was a laugh. Rock laughter sounds like falling rocks.).
“Rrrrrribbit.” /Somewhere./
“Can you be less cryptic?” She brushed herself off, glaring at the rock.
“Ribbit.” /Frog talk./ He leaned over the edge of the table.
“I know you can talk.”
“Rrribbbbbbit.” /Sylabull./ The Frog rolled his eyes.
Catwing jumped up onto the table.
“Ribbit.” /Two./
“You can talk in only two syllables?”
The Frog nodded.
“Why? Can’t you just use more ribbits or somethings?” Catwing glanced at the rock which sat rejected on the floor. As much as a rock can look rejected. Which I suppose it can’t, so it sat like a rock.
“Ribbit. Ribbit.” /Curse. Wiser./ The frog panted.
Catwing recoiled. “The Wiser cursed you? To be a frog? And it tires you to say more than one Ribbit.”
The Frog nodded.
“Good bye.” Catwing leapt off the table, and tripped on the rock. “Ooof.”
“Ribbit.” /Translation is unclear. Could be, mites, mic, Mike, or maybe./
Catwing picked up the rock. “I don’t care! Now good day!”
“Ribbiiiit!” /Phone./
“No.” She started out of the room.
“Ribbit.” /Translation is again unclear. Could be, mites, mic, Mike, or maybe./
“Mike’s phone is that a clue?” Catwing stopped and looked back.
The Frog face-webfooted. [I still hold that face-flipper sounds better, even though you say they are not called flippers.]
“Well there’s probably a very good reason why he turned you into a frog.” She squinted at him.
“Ribbit.” /Sing./
“Do you want a microphone?”
The frog nodded.
Catwing sighed. /I need some advice./ She hopped into the chair. “Heya Chosen Kid!” She sprung out of it just a the flames started to melt it. Against the laws of physics. “Snapper I need your advice.”
The dragon looked up from the chair. She stalked into the room. Her eyes narrowed and she threw an Alpha Toothless GIF.
“Awww… Toothless!” For a second Catwing watched the GIF, it was Toothless GIF after all, then she dodged it. “Snapper you named yourself the Chosen Kid AND I needed you here. Calling you kid is the best way to do that.”
Snapper huffed. “Really? I honestly don’t know how I got here.” She melted a chair that had appeared.
“The Frog says that The Wiser cursed him to be a frog and that he wants a microphone to sing.” Catwing held out her paws weighing them.
The Frog sighed. Probably because he had only communicated a very small amount, and it had taken so much effort to get it across.
“That would turn him back probably.” Snapper bit on her claw, then melted another chair.
“But should we?” Catwing sat down in a thinking pose and stared at the melted Tumtum chair.
“That /is/ the question.” Snapper eyed the Frog. “Why should we turn you back?” She melted a chair.
“Ribbit.” /I help./
“Fine. But why did he turn you into a frog?” A fifth chair was melted.
“Ribbittt.” /Annoy./ He rolled his eyes.
Snapper looked at Catwing. “Where do you think we could find a microphone?” Another chair was melted.
“Behind your horns?” Catwing shrugged.
Snapper reached behind her horns and pulled out an extension cord. “I don’t think that is a mic.” Eight chairs lay in melted hemps on the ground.
The Frog leapt up and down. “Ribbit.” /Mike./ actually it was probably /Mic./
Catwing checked to make sure the extension cord hadn’t turned into a mic. It hadn’t. “You want it anyway?”
The Frog nodded.
Snapper handed it to him.
Struggling to hold it between his flippers, he pretended it was a mic. “Ribbit.” /Frogroot./
“The mic doesn’t cure him, he just wanted to have a mic.” Catwing groaned. “And we still don’t know where Claws and the others are. And now we have to find Frogroot? Where do you even find that?”
“I know.” Bethany stood in the doorway covered in ink and roses. In fact the roses she was wearing may have been creating the ink. “But I don’t know how I got here. I tried the doors but they were all grumpy so I jumped out a window and, poof, here I am.”
“Welcome!” Whoosh of flames and another chair melted.
“Do you know where Claws and the others are?” Catwing tried to ignore the Frog ‘singing’ into the extension cord. He was being very over dramatic. (Eg. One “Croooaak!” paired with him pretending to dance for the next few seconds of silence.)
“It was chaos.” Bethany shrugged. “They could be anywhere.”
“What about Frogroot?” Whoosh. Melt. Score 10.
“I saw some out in the garden, all we have to do is find a window.” She raised an eyebrow at the Frog. “He cursed?”
“Yep.” Catwing sighed. “And he knows where they are so…”
“Alright I’ll take you to the Frogroot.” Bethany marched out of the room followed by Catwing and Snapper after another chair was melted. The Frog stopped his singing to hop after them with the extension cord in his mouth.
It wasn’t long before they saw a window. And sitting in the window was Jane Maree in her black ninja outfit, eating a pizza slice. The pizza box with her pizza ninja stars on it sat on the floor. She waved. “Want any?”
Bethany shook her head. “Not right now. Can you see the garden from your window?”
Jane turned her head to see. “Yep!”
“Mind if we jump out the window?” Bethany absentmindedly drew on her hand with the ink that was covering her.
Hopping off the window, Jane took another bite out of her pizza slice. “Sure.”
One by one they jumped out the window and landed back inside. Jane looked from the window to them. “Were you carrying pizza?”
They shook their heads.
She snapped her fingers. “That explains it.” She picked up her pizza box and started handing them each a pizza slice. “Now try.”
Once again they jumped out the window. Gravity pulled them down. This time they landed on the ground just outside of the garden.
“It worked!” Bethany shouted up to Jane. “Thank you!”
Jane stuck her head out of the window. “You’re welcome! Enjoy the pizza!” She ducked back inside. “Pizza ninja out!”
Bethany turned to the garden. “Now we just have to find the Frogroot, it’s the plant that smells like pond water with a small white star flower and long blades.” Together they spread out. Or rather apart they spread. All the while eating their pizza slices.
Snapper took up into the air to get an overhead view, Catwing stalked underneath, Bethany peeked around, and the Frog just seemed to lug the extension cord behind him.
“Over here!” Catwing heard a chair melt. Rushing over she began to smell the pond water and familiar scent of melted chair. By Snapper’s feet grew the Frogroot and a melted chair. Well the root grew, the melted chair sat there.
The Frog dropped the extension cord. “Ribbit!” /At last./ He leapt onto the plant and started digging madly at it. His front legs were whacking comically everywhere around the plant while he squeezed his eyes tight. Unfortunately frog feet are not good at digging so all he was able to do was beat up the plant.
The Frog stopped to look at them. Snapper was chuckling as white smoke spiraled out her nostrils, Bethany was laughing, and Catwing was nowhere to be seen, though you could hear her laughing too. Snapper melted a chair.
“Ribbit. Ribbit.” /If you. Were frog./ He panted and sat down.
“Yeah, I know.” Snapper nonchalantly dug one claw under the plant and pulled it up. “Here.” She tossed it to him. He tried to catch it, but it landed on his head.
“Ribbit!” /Hey!/ The frog shook the dirt off the root. He examined it suspiciously, but he opened his mouth as wide as it would go and bit down on the root anyway. Though he didn’t have any teeth to bite it off with. “Ribbit.” /Great./
“Hello, do you need any help chewing that? I love chewing things.”
Catwing looked down from the branch she had reappeared on. There was a brown and white puppy sitting on a giant mushroom. He was drinking something out of his backpack using a ridiculously curly straw, and while he drank he was chewing on the straw.
The Frog just returned a blank stare.
The Puppy jumped off the mushroom and walked up to the Frog, sniffing him all over. He wagged his tail hopefully. “Hi nice to meet you! Why do you smell partly human? You were turned into a frog right? I like you already! Can we be best friends? Will you play fetch with me? What are your names? Do you have any treats?”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Snapper.” Snapper said, she melted a chair.
“I’m Bethany.”
“Ribbit.” /Frog./
“And I’m Catwing.” Catwing jumped off her perch to get a closer look.
The Puppy sniffed toward her, then snorted. “Cat.”
“Yes, I know but I’ll be nice don’t worry.” Catwing sat down and swished her tail.
The Puppy wagged his tail, but watched her cautiously.
“I always wanted to ask, why do dogs and cats not like each other.” Bethany looked between them.
“A lot of our body language is backwards to dogs.” Catwing grinned. “They also can’t smell our emotions.”
“Do you want to play?” The Puppy went down on his front paws and wagged his tail.
“No.” Catwing thrashed her tail.
“But your tail is wagging?”
“Cat tails swish, dog tails wag.” Catwing licked her paw. “And the reason behind them are very different. You want to play, I’m thinking or irritated.”
“Oaky.” Puppy grabbed the Frogroot and ran circles around the Frog. “You can play with me then!”
“Ribbit!” /Frogroot!/ The Frog leapt after the Puppy. “Ribbit!” /Slobber!/
Whenever the Puppy got several feet ahead he would bow down and chew on the root. “Ribbit.” /Help./
After melting a chair, Snapper shot into the air. Air zipped by her. The wind made music in her ears. She closed her wings into a dive. She snatched up the Puppy, then landed gently. She looked the Puppy in the eye. “We need to find out where some of our friends are, and that Frog knows. But first we have to turn him back. Can we please have the Frogroot back?” Another melted chair.
The Puppy dropped the root. “Oaky. Can I come too?”
“Sure.” Snapper sat him down. Whoosh. Melted chair.
The Frog picked up the root. It was covered in teeth marks, slobber, and pieces of root that were falling off.
“At least it’s partly chewed so you can eat it now.” Catwing said.
The Frog closed his eyes. Despite the slimy stuff he felt in his webbed feet [See? Still awkward, unlike flipper. Flipper just sounds better], he tried to imagine he was eating sweet tea cereal. He was able to get a big bite this time because it was partly chewed for him. The slime and root felt even grosser in his mouth than he had imagined. They rolled slowly and yucky around his tongue before he found a seed of courage lying on the ground to help it down. As soon as he put the seed in his mouth he swallowed. It was over. He opened his eyes.
“Nothing’s happening.” Snapper melted a chair.
Then the Frog began to grow taller until he was his normal height again. He looked down at his front webbed feet [flippers] as the skin between his fingers ungrew and they turned into his hands again. Slowly he was turning from a frog into a human teen with a ‘I’M A KAPEEFER!’ t-shirt with his face on it. “I’m back!” He picked up the extension cord and used it as a mic. And for some reason he sat down in a chair.
“Wait, you’re the Wiser’s brother?” Snapper cocked her head. She melted the chair right underneath him.
Daniel jumped away from the melted goop. “Whoa!” Still using the ‘mic’ he said. “What was that for?”
“Chair invasion reflexes, sorry.” Whoosh, melt.
“You know where the others are?” Catwing asked. Despite all this she still couldn’t forget the looming danger of the cherry tarts.
“They’re past the Mcdonald’s sweet tea stand.” Daniel started toward it. “Last one there is the Wiser!” He dashed off.
The Puppy cocked his head. “Is that supposed to be a bad thing?”
Also Starring…
Daniel DeGraaf
BethanyInkyRoses
PoorPuppy

IMMA KAPEEFER! Til we're old and gray!

[Catwing]

@aretea Your frog…

@the-real-Kapeefer You are very welcome.

@jane-maree @bethanyinkyroses @dekreel @jessi-Rae

@aislinn-mollisong (Can you tell who all the Aethesians are on KP?)

IMMA KAPEEFER! Til we're old and gray!

[Joy]

@catwing  Whoa. DUN DUN DUNNN. I didn’t expect the frog to be….. even with the extension cord! ARGH!

Our Aethasians are: @aislinn-mollisong  @lady-iliara  @0-0enyali0-0  @xonos-darkgrate  @foreverme  @silverclaw-bonnetfolly  @destiny

There might be one or two others. Not sure 🙂

You can pronounce it however you want.

[Jane Maree]

@catwing oh my goodness. I was laughing so hard in that little cameo I got. XD

Writing Heroes ♦ Writing Hope // janemareeauthor.com.au

[Jessi Rae]

@catwing Sweet! I like taking over kingdoms! That is…I mean to say…um… What do I mean to say? XD

 

Awesome job on Part Four! Actually, awesome job on the whole story so far! 😀

[Alia]

@catwing, it…was…amazing! Each part gets better and better…and the frog, classic sibling relationship.

WIP - Decisions
Kapeefer til we're old and grey

[Ariella Newheart]

*giggles uncontrollably*

Oh my goodness, @catwing, this story is amazing. AMAZING, I tell you!!! I love all the arbitrary randomness.

Wait, you probably don’t know me. I’m Ariella, one of the newest Aethasians on KP. 😛 Nice to meet you! ^-^

*disappears into the shadows*

INFJ. An extroverted introvert who loves to write and draw.

*disappears into the shadows*

[Ariella Newheart]

how is it possible for a writer to be terrible at communicating in real life, but in books it’s easy??

I know exactly what you mean, @alia! That’s why I write books, myself, to convey in writing thoughts and ideas that I never could irl. 😀

INFJ. An extroverted introvert who loves to write and draw.

*disappears into the shadows*

[Catwing]

Opps… I didn’t respond to you guys.

@dekreel I frogot to thank you!

@jane-maree Now you can say pizza opens new windows.

@jessi-rae Thank you.

@alia I have been waiting from the beginning to have the frog part! I was surprised no one had done it yet. I had even suggested it once, but some how I was overlooked and I couldn’t wait. And that’s why I wrote a Catwing Christmas. I also thought off two cliche twist-ishes to put in. :3

@ariella-newheart Yes! Arbitrary randomness! Thank you!
I’ve heard about you. I have even planned to have you in a later part.
Nice to meet you.

IMMA KAPEEFER! Til we're old and gray!

[Joy]

@catwing  You’re welcome! @ariella-newheart is also an Aethasian. (She’s the one who started the rock collection thing, but @lady-iliara took ownership)

• This reply was modified 6 years, 2 months ago by Joy.

You can pronounce it however you want.

[Ariella Newheart]

@catwing Oh my goodness! I’m honored! 😀

@dekreel

(She’s the one who started the rock collection thing, but @lady-iliara took ownership)

The story kind of goes farther than that. 😛 You see, once upon a time Iliara swirled her epic cape and tripped over a rock, causing everyone else to trip over rocks. After she did that, (in the spirit of role-play) I admitted that I was the one who actually placed the rocks around for people to trip on. (And I dug those holes, set those water balloon traps, and so on.) Now the rocks have been almost eradicated, so much so that we put the last surviving one in the role-play museum. Or so we thought. Occasionally someone will trip over a rock. Strangely enough…I never put them there….

INFJ. An extroverted introvert who loves to write and draw.

*disappears into the shadows*

[Catwing]

@ariella-newheart you’re welcome. But I have to do something With the rock.
So… You’re a prankster?
Perhaps the last rock is The Rock (as from my story?) and it escapes sometimes?

IMMA KAPEEFER! Til we're old and gray!

[Author]

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