TheMustacheWarrior

*A/N: THIS IS NOT A SERIOUS STORY, AND IS MEANT IN GOOD FUN. I just cant believe the name Harrypaw....* The Clan looked up at Leafstar. Two of her kits had already recieved their warrior names, and sat at the edge of the crowd with their former mentors. Harrypaw stood next to his mother and gazed into her eyes. "With the power of my warrior ancestors looking down on this apprentice, training blah blah blah. From this day forth, you will be known as Harry...... Potter and the StarClan's Stone." The Clan took a collective gasp. "That's not a real name!" Sprinkledustkit yelled. "I don't care. My Clan, my son." "Really...." HarryPotterAndTh

It was a lovely day. The kind of day for buying a ceiling fan. Well, to Marik and Bakura that is. "Bakura!! What store are we going to? I want a purple ceiling fan", Marik said to Bakura as they were about to leave. "I was thinking Home Depot, Marik".  "Home Depot? Do they sell royal purple ceiling fans there?"  "I don't know, Marik". Once Marik and Bakura got to Home Depot, they started to look for a foxy ceiling fan. But then, Marik's face got a horrified look on it. There were no royal purple ceiling fans! "Bakura! What's going on?!" "What do you mean, Marik?" "Don't you see! There are no purple ceiling fans! Why!?

"Sherlock! It's Christmas, and Mummy said I can't open my presents 'til you come down." Mycroft Holmes yanked his brother's blanket off of him. Sherlock was clad in a rocket ship onesie. "Boring," said Sherlock with a yawn. "I already know what I got." "Prove it." "You got me a microscope and Mum got me clothes. Boring." Mycroft looked hurt. "Fine then, bastard. Stay up here all morning." "Mum said you're not allowed to call me that." "Well, she's not here, is she?" "I'm telling." Sherlock retrieved his blanket. "Arse." Mycroft slammed the door to Sherlock's bedroom, and tromped town the stairs. Sherlock grumbled and rolled over. He t

*A/N: THIS IS NOT A SERIOUS STORY, AND IS MEANT IN GOOD FUN. I just cant believe the name Harrypaw....* The Clan looked up at Leafstar. Two of her kits had already recieved their warrior names, and sat at the edge of the crowd with their former mentors. Harrypaw stood next to his mother and gazed into her eyes. "With the power of my warrior ancestors looking down on this apprentice, training blah blah blah. From this day forth, you will be known as Harry...... Potter and the StarClan's Stone." The Clan took a collective gasp. "That's not a real name!" Sprinkledustkit yelled. "I don't care. My Clan, my son." "Really...." HarryPotterAndTh