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Bluestar broke the little room full of Smilies quite easily. It was actually an accident, she'd meant to only destroy the Smilies. Oh well.

Beyond the Smiley wall was Brokenstar, who was in a corner crying about being alone. "Um . . . Are you okay, Brokenstar? You seem lonely."

The leader looked up, his eyes blue and puffy, which caused Bluestar to jump back in shock.

"W-why are your eyes the color of my name?" she stammered.

"It's because . . . Whenever the people around me are happy . . ." He gestured to the wall, which was a very large Smiley face. ". . . I turn blue. Like . . . a bird."

Bluestar blinked. "I think I know what you mean."

He nodded, still teary eyed.

"Well," Bluestar said, turning to look at the wall. "This Smiley isn't going to kill itself."

Just as she was unsheathing her claws . . . she fell asleep.

Brokenstar blinked in surprise before padding over and poking her. No response. "Huh." He glanced around and spotted the Smiley wall. "Why. . . ."

That evening, Jayfeather stalked out of his house with a multitude of candles and a box of matches.

By the end of the night, several candles with his name on them had been left on doorsteps. Like scarface, if you get what he means. In the process, he'd managed to drive Spottedleaf insane when he started cackling madly outside of her door with a lit candle under his face.

There was a park in the most populated area of town, and that's where he used the remaining match sticks. After all the trees, plus the wood chips in the playground, had been set on fire, he sat at the edge of the flame monster with his stick; crowns made of candle wax rested upon their heads.

Not that Stick had a head.

"I HAVE RETURNED!" he yowled. "VISIT MY CLINIC FOR PROPER TREATMENT, THE OTHER DOCTORS ALL USE FOX DUNG!" He then got up and padded away, leaving the fire to burn itself out. ("As if that'll work," said Stick.)

Yellowfang padded gloomily into the alley. "Hi, Purdy," she muttered.

"Hello! What's got you so gloomy tonight? I remember a time when I was depressed; you see, my girlfrie-"

"Can I live with you and Angel, Purdy? My house was sold to an upwalker. . . ."

He nodded in understanding. "How generous of you, I thought you ignored Angel when she was askin' you to sleep over for the night."

Yellowfang turned to an empty patch of air. "Sorry Angel."

Extra: Cinderpelt's New Job

Cinderpelt padded into the Starless Dead Forest Mental Asylum and was immediately greeted at the reception desk by a transparent she-cat, who looked rather grumpy.

"You the new cat?" she grunted, examining her see-through claws.

"Um . . . yes?" She glanced at the walls, noting that they were completely black with dead trees painted on them.

"Right. I'll have Blossomfall give you a tour."

Cinderpelt looked surprised. "Blossomf-"

She was cut off by a loud blaring noise as the clear she-cat pressed an incredibly dangerous-looking Big Red Button.

And then Blossomfall fell out of a hole in the ceiling. She gave herself a thorough grooming (it lasted about ten minutes) before straightening up, Smiling, and saying in a very rehearsed voice, "Welcome! My name is Blossomfall, and I will be showing you the building today! Follow me!"

Cinderpelt blinked, but the other she-cat was already padding down a random corridor and giving a commentary. "-the bathrooms are right over there, but don't use them! The toilets are overflowing with the slimy black water that is everywhere here!"

This was going to be a long day.

Yes, this chapter isn't very long. I'm sorry, I had writers block and I wanted to post this chapter on the story's anniversary. I made it.

I'd also like to say that I'm proud of myself. Why? Cinderpelt's new job! :D Anyway, see you around maybe.

Credit for Jayfeather's 'proclamation of alive-ness' goes to Shademoon the Forgotten Soul. :)

-The Leaf on Italy's Head