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Warriors spoof part two You're a brony??I own nothing in this story! Except the few OC's of mine i'll have in this story... Not My little pony friendship is magic or Warriors! Nothing belongs to me except this spoofy fanfic!
"Yes we are but i'm a brony!!" Tigerstar said while drinking coke. "You really should stay in your brony cave Tigerstar.. And stop drinking forty four cokes an hour!" Spottedleaf said while tap dancing. "We all know Tigerstar's an idiot so why don't we prove it!" Firestar said while staring at Tigerstar while he's grabbing a Rainbow dash toy. "I really needed one of these for my videos on Pony tube!" Tigerstar said while hugging the box. "You are banned to equestria!" Spottedleaf said and than Tigerstar disappears. "Om gersh he stole something! Thats against the warrior code!" Hollyleaf said.. "It is?" Cloudtail said while emptying his pockets."Tigerstar is being hit with a base ball bat by a pony named Applejack!" Jayfeather said with a grumpy tone. "Do I care??"
Warriors spoof part one The tripNotice. I don't own warriors or the cats in this or walmart! I claim nothing!.
"Adventure time!" Cloudtail squealed in excitement. "Cloudtail, Hollyleaf, Lionblaze,Leafpool and myself are going to walmart!" Firestar said while on top of the highledge" Finally I can get that prescription!" Leafpool said with relief. "I get to check out the books!!!" Hollyleaf said while growling.
((Later that day when they arrive at walmart))
"Oh my gosh its Spottedleaf!!" Leafpool cried with excitement. "Isn't she supposed to be in hmm how should I say this.. STARCLAN!???!!" Lionblaze said with an annoyed tone. "Hello little ones!" Spottedleaf growled. "Woah Spottedleaf! Woah! why are you here?? " Leafpool said. "Bluestar wanted Chuck Norris's new movie" Spottedleaf said with a sigh. "Who's Chuck Norris??" Hollyleaf said while making a creepy face. "Like the best actor ever!" Lionblaze squealed. "calm down eve
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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