A story based off of Disney's live action Beauty and the Beast, but with the characters from the book series Warrior Cats. And some of my own- or more or less A LOT of my own flare.
I hope you enjoy this!
"Well I saw her in the ballroom, and I said; 'You're making everything look so beautiful we should have a dance tonight'. I never imagined she'd actually say 'yes'!!!" Crowfeather was saying as he scrubbed the shampoo into his fur. "What was I thinking??"
"You weren't." Ravenpaw snorted.
"That doesn't help Ravenpaw. Anyways, Crowfeather this is perfect!!" Greystripe meowed. "The rose has only four petals left, which means tonight you can tell her how you feel!"
At that Crowfeather stood up in the tub, covered by the curtains. "Feel like a fool! She never loved me and never will!"
Sandstorm and Squirrelflight exchanged a "is this dude for real?" look.
"Do not be discouraged-" Greystripe began, but gradually got splashed on by water. His waxy hands once again lit aflame and he used one of them to light his two waxy ears back up. "She is the one."
"I really wish you'd stop saying that!" Crowfeather hissed. He was now finished with his shower and he plopped down on his bed. "There is no 'one'!"
"You love her though, don't you?" Greystripe prodded.
"Of course I do! I have loved her since I was a kit!" Crowfeather snapped.
"Well then, woo her with beautiful music and romantic candlelight!" Greystripe meowed.
"Yes!" Silverstream added. "And when the moment is just right..." She giggled at the end.
"Well how will I know?" Crow questioned, cocking his brow.
"You'll feel slightly nauseous." Ravenpaw said.
"Don't worry Crowfeather, you'll do fine." Greystripe says.
"Just try not to be so nervous and tell Leafpool how you feel!" Sandstorm said, before adding more harshly; "Because if you don't I promise you'll be drinking cold tea for the rest of your days!"
"In the dark." Greystripe adds dryly.
"Covered in dust." Silverstream gave him a blank "don't you dare not do this" look.
"Dark, and very, very, dusty." Greystripe finished. He then made a clinging sound with his now metal wrists. "Start with the hair! Women love nice hair!"
"I'll tend to the fingers and toes." Sandstorm said, not wanting anyone to mess it up.
"Chapeau, brush those teeth!" Ravenpaw ordered. "They need it."
"Dip, dip!" Greystripe called. "Snip, snip, polish the nails... Shine the horns..."
"Eyes closed!" Silverstream warned, and Crowfeather obeyed, knowing what she was about to do. "Poof, poof!" She said as she dabbed his face with powder.
"And to top it all off..." Greystripe watched as the coat rack lifted a wig up onto his master's head. "Voilà!"
But Crowfeather didn't look any better than he had before, if anything, he looked worse.
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