TTTE Warriors: Yowling all the way!

Ho, ho, h- (hacks and coughs) Ahem, anyways! Hello, everyone! It's BC here with the TTTE Warriors episode!

In this Christmas special, something has gone horribly wrong up at the north pole. Thomas and the Cat pack have been ordered to-thats right, go up to the north pole- to find out what it is.

Time is running out. A strange dark magic has settled upon the world. It will take every creature, every human, every talking machine that isn't supposed to talk to destroy that dark magic.

The question is, who is creating the dark magic?

CHAPTER ONE
"Dashing through the snow,

Rabits tied to a sleigh,

o're the forest we go,

yowling all the wa-

-YAAAAAGH!" There was a plop noise as Nightwing fell off of a ladder. She was attempting to hang Christmas lights on the Sheds, failing in the process. The multicolored lights were wrapped in her fur, the wire tailing behind.

Tornadostrike plugged in the Christmas lights that were so hopelessly tangled on Nightwing, making her dark grey fur look like a rainbow. "Maybe we should make you the Christmas tree this year," a voice piped up.

It was adorable little Percy, which, to the cats, wasn't very little. He was also so hoplessly tangled- he knew very little, and was easily gullible. but he was adorable all the same.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a cold ball of snow hit Percy smack dab in the face. Laughing came from overhead as Splashpelt and Birdwing carried more lights up ahead.

Moving the lights off of her fur with her powers, Nightwing turned to Tornadostrike. "Hows the Christmas Feast plan coming? You know that every clan is coming together this year."

"Uh... yeah, it's going great!" Tornadostrike fumbled. He hadn't exactly hunted much this year.

Tornadostrike rubbed his sore head. "C'mon, guys, I'm sorry! I got caught up in some other things, that's all!"

"Great, Strikey," Splashpelt snapped. "Now we're going to have to bring half our winter storage! You know how hard it is to hunt in winter!"

"Why not just make Jell-O and be done with it?"

"They don't like human food." Birdwing said, returning with two rabbits. "And these took me forever to catch."

The cats rested on a station platform, chatting with Toby all the while. "So, how's Henrietta coming along?" Birdwing asked.

"Not so good," The brown tram sighed. "She's getting old. Her paint's chipping, her wheels have gone all rusty, and her interior is a mess." He looked up at the sky. "Hopefully her time isn't up yet!"

An uneasy feeling spread through the cats. Henrietta had been referbished a month ago! She couldn't be rotting away now. "Uh, Toby, where exactly has she been?" Nightwing meowed.

"Not in any extremes."

"And it couldn't be vermin of any kind," Tornadostrike added. "We exterminated the place on Birdwing's call." He was abruptly inturrupted from teasing Birdwing with another good smack to the head.

"All i truely want for the Holidays is for Henrietta, and everyone else, to be happy." Toby said.

"And speaking of vermin, does anyone else smell that?" Nightwing tipped her muzzle into the air.

"Oil, octane, fumes, deisel fuel, mildew... yup, I smell it alright."

"And who do you think smells just like that?" Nightwing turned to Splashpelt, who gulped in fright. She then  yowled, "Everyone hit the deck!"

Sharp stones and dust kicked up everywhere. Exhaust filled the air as an olive-colored blur whizzed by, an angry scowl across his face.

But something black and red was running right behind him, claws out and fangs barred.

TBC