Oh Velma // FirClan Songfic

AN: Oh Velma is a remix of lots of songs containing the word Velma. It's not very popular so that's why you won't find many YT videos/lyrics for it.

Velma, come on babe

''Why don't we paint the town? ''

And all that jazz

Fernstar sat in her den, a loneliness prickling at her. There were no other cats here, and sometimes it got lonely for poor Fernstar. Suddenly, a shadow appeared at the edge of her den. "Fernstar? May I come in?" Fernstar nodded, noticing the voice of Cedarwing. The black tom strolled in. "I want to take out a patrol, is that okay?" Fernstar nodded, again. Cedarwing added softly, "I was hoping you would come."

Oh, Velma

I'm gonna rogue my knees

And pull my ex-girlfriend pictures down

And all that jazz

Fernstar brightened up. "That sounds... delightful," she meowed. Getting up, she followed Cedarwing out of her den. Mingling with the rest of the patrol, she noticed Cedarwing's former mate, Sparkfang. But Cedarwing also ignored her now, taking more of an interest to Fernstar, in fact.

Velma,

While truckin' down the road of life

Although all hope seems gone

I must move on.

Sparkfang watched with sadness in her eyes as Cedarwing paced anxiously outside the nursery. He was waiting on Fernstar's kits. Meanwhile, he would pay no attention to Sparkfang. Her eyes were clouded with heartbreak and misery, something not even the strongest warrior could escape. "Fernstar, Cedarwing, I vow I'll find another mate, and move on."

When I can't find a single star 

To hang my 

Velma, you can like the life we livin'

Sparkfang watched as handsome toms paced the clearing, but none of them seemed to take an interest in her. She sat silently, away from everyone, as she watched jealously as cats shared tongues. She turned her face to the camp wall. "If I can't find a cat, so be it. I'll just take my role, worthless, then."

You can live the life you like

You can marry Harry 

Or mess around with Ike

Sparkfang padded up to Greenmist, a rather calm tom. "Hello," she scuffled her paws. She didn't like talking to handsome toms, as the nervousness overwhelmed her. But when Greenmist looked back, she felt light as air. "Sparkfang? Oh.., I thought you wouldn't talk to me..." Sparkfang almost raced over to another tom, but she didn't. "Well, I did," she tried to chuckle, but only a nervous laugh escaped her jaws.

Aw, Velma, things aren't the way they used to be

They sure ain't mama, they sure ain't 

Whatever happened to fair dealing

Or sure ethics and nice