Feathershine: Mottledleaf will you please fix the neon sign? Petalpounce broke it with her baseball bat--
Petalpounce: *holds out bat threateningly* And if you keep calling me a she I'm going to break your face--
Fireheart: But Sandstorm I love you I'm not visiting my dead crush in my dreams or anything--
Sandstone: I HAVE A BOYFRIEND YOU CREEP--
Mottledleaf: WHO STOLE MY EFFING MOP
Feathershine: WHO CARES FIX THE SIGN
Fireheart: WHAT YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND? IS IT DUSTPELT I'M GONNA MURDER HIS PEDOPHILLIC A--
Nettlepounce: FEATHERSHINE I WANT A RAISE
Suddenly, the door dings as it opens, revealing a customer. They are a ginger cat with green eyes, and they stare in terror at the chaos before them. Slowly they begin to back out...
Feathershine: Wait no don't leave!!!!
Mystery cat: .......bye
The door slams. Regardless, Feathershine screams everyone into submission and in pi seconds flat, the office looks totally normal and professional.
Except for the Doritos bag. Mottledleaf kept insisting to use the recycling but Petalpounce used it as a battering ram at some point a while ago.
Mystery cat: *reluctantly walks back in* Well. Sorry. My bf shoved me back in here.
Fireheart: OMG SQUIRRELFLIGHT SUP DAUGHTER
Mystery cat: Who tf is this cat
Fireheart: IS BRAMBLECLAW OUTSIDE CAN I GO SAY HI TO TIGERSTAR 2.0 AKA MY DEPUTY
Mystery cat: .........
Mottledleaf: Sorry..... *slowly drags Fireheart out of the room*
Feathershine: So. What's your problem?
Mystery cat: So my name is Blacksoul and well I have phsycopathic urges a lot. Like visions of stabbing cat violently until--
Nettlepounce: *coughs* We've got the picture.
Blacksoul: Anyway my bf wanted me to get therapy. So... *turns to Feathershine* any advice?
Feathershine: Just give in, duh.
Nettlepounce: You're encouraging her to violently murder people...?
Feathershine: I'm encouraging her to only murder them a little bit.
Nettlepounce: . . .
Blacksoul: . . .
Mottledleaf: *bursts in the room* Whatever she said don't listen to it
Blacksoul: But...but...these violent urges...
Mottledleaf: If you really have to, write down the scene instead of doing it. It curbs the urge. Also apparently you can make good money if you make it a script and sell it to Hollywood.
Blacksoul: Wow thx! I'll do that! *skips merrily out*
Feathershine: MOTTLEDLEAF!!! I'M THE COUNSELOR! YOU'RE FIRED--
Mottledleaf: Who'll fix the sign then?
Feathershine: .............drat.
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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...
