Feathershine is sitting at her desk, furiously playing a round of Candy Crush, when the buzzer next to her rings.
Nettlebounce: Ahem. Code magenta; blue; periwinkle; red-orange; violent violet.
Feathershine: *wrinkles her nose.* Uh, code... *glances at the paper tacked to her bulletin board.* Pizza yellow; pepperoni red; cheese-filled crust orange.
Nettlebounce: Gotcha. *not speaking into the microphone.* Hey, Petalpounce, I've got an order for you!
Feathershine: *in a sing-song voice.* You forgot to turn off the buzzer.
Nettlebounce: Right. Well, can you just come down the spring-green and talk to pebble-gray with cream?
Feathershine: *heavy sigh.* Fine.
Feathershine pushes off, rolling in her chair out of the counseling room. Using the walls, she makes her way down the spring-green -- er, hall -- and into the front room.
Petalpounce: *is hissing under his breath.*
Fireheart: *blabbers.* And I think you're beautiful and all, Cinderpelt, but my heart has been captured by Sandstorm! *gestures toward Sandstone, who is texting in the corner.*
Sandstone: I did not capture you more than Petalpounce can capture a Rattata.
Petalpounce: I am a perfectly fine Pokemon Go player, thank you very much -__-
Feathershine: *clears her throat.* So why did I come down here again? I already forgot.
Nettlebounce: We have a client, but... but they're not exactly here yet.
Feathershine: What do you mean?
Nettlebounce: Come behind the desk.
Ignoring Fireheart, who was trying to attack his own tail, Feathershine slipped behind the desk, eyes widening as she read the screen.
Feathershine: No.
Nettlebounce: What? We can't refuse any offers. Don't you want Mottledleaf to get her paycheck so Fireheart will shut up? *nudges her.* Plus, I could use a new pair of shoes...
Feathershine: *sighs.* Fine. But what if they're a creepy hundred-moon-old tom!
Mottledleaf: *calls from around the corner.* Don't insult my grandfather!
Ignoring the janitor, Feathershine turns on the computer and starts typing something. A cat's face pops up on the screen.
Petalpounce: I'm going to go get some pizza, bye. *quickly rushes out of the building, typing on his phone.*
Feathershine: It's pizza yello--hello there! *smiles at the screen.* How may I help you?
Strange Cat: *garbled voice.* I have a prophecy for you...
Nettlebounce: *squints out the window.* Eh, is that Petalpounce out there?
Strange Cat Who Is Totally Not Petalpounce: Petalpounce IS A GUY!
The Wi-Fi cuts out.
By Rio.
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A Counseling Catastrophe
HumorWhen the owner of a quaint counseling business mysteriously dies, Feathershine is left to take her aunt's burden on her shoulders. The dementia-ridden Fireheart, Nettlebounce and Petalbounce, and sometimes Sandstone, if she shows up to work, are the...
