It's a quiet day at the counseling office. Feathershine is painting her claws an ugly orange, Mottledleaf is reading a textbook quietly in a corner, mop at her side - she's ready to clean up Feathershine's spilled polish -, and Fireheart is muttering about foxes in another corner, rocking back and forth.
Feathershine: *presses her call button.* Order me five bottles of Fanta from the pizza place, please!
Nettlebounce: *presses her own button; her voice comes through crackly.* What? I can't sdhsdhsdhs hear shdshdshds.
Feathershine: *hollers* I SAID ORDER ME FIVE BOTTLES OF FANTA
Nettlebounce: *shouts back.* FIVE BOTTLES OF SANTA? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
Feathershine: I SAID FANTA!
Nettlebounce: GOT IT! I'LL GET YOU FIVE BANDANNAS!
Feathershine: NO! FANTA! WHY WOULD I GET BOTTLES OF BANDANNAS?
Nettlebounce: *to herself* I give up. I'll just get some Fanta from the pizza place to cheer her up.
Mottledleaf: *groans* That means I'm going to have to be cleaning orange out of the carpet, plus the orange from her stupid nail polish *sets down her textbook.* I might as well get started now.
Mottledleaf gets up and drags her mop bucket down to Feathershine's office. She knocks gently.
Feathershine: *drops her bottle of nail polish on the floor, ignoring that it splatters everywhere.* What do you want?
Mottledleaf: Here to clean the mess you just made. *sighs deeply.*
Feathershine: *scoffs.* Yeah, yeah. *rolls away from the spillage in her chair and starts clacking away on her computer.*
Mottledleaf: *starts to mop over the stain and throws out the bottle.*
Meanwhile, Nettlebounce has dialed the pizza place and is sitting on hold.
Nettlebounce: *grumbles.* I hate the hold music. So boring.
Petalpounce: *picks up the phone.* This is Petalpounce, how can I help you?
Nettlebounce: Oh hey, bro. Can I get five bottles of Fanta real quick? ASAP. Feathershine is grumpy.
Feathershine: *from her office.* AM NOT.
Nettlebounce: Ignore her.
Petalpounce: Done. And by the way... have you seen Slashscar recently?
Nettlebounce: No. Just send the soda. Please. I'm begging. I think Feathershine is banging her head against the wall.
Petalpounce: *grumbles.* Fine.
A few minutes later, Petalpounce skips in carrying a large bag containing three bottles of Fanta.
Petalpounce: *calls out.* Hello? Is anyone here?
Meanwhile..
Feathershine: Want... *bang* more... *bang* soda.
Nettlebounce: *hopelessly.* She's crazy. She officially is crazy.
Mottledleaf: *heaves a dramatic sigh.* Guess I'll have to take over.
Petalpounce: *wanders into the room.* H-hello?
Feathershine: *perks up.* Soda! Finally! *takes the bag from him.* Now get lost or I'll slam your head into the wall.
Nettlebounce: I'll pay you later.
Petalpounce: *scurries out.*
Nettlebounce: *hrrumphs* That's it, Feathershine. You're too stressed. I'm ordering you, as the owner of 51% of the Feathershine Counseling and Co stock, to take a break.
Mottledleaf: Stressed? She doesn't even do anything!
Nettlebounce: *turns sharply toward the she-cat.* I am this close to firing you. Get out of here and go clean something!
Mottledleaf: *runs out before Nettlebounce can get more angry.*
Feathershine: *sniffling.* What's gotten into you?
Nettlebounce: I'm pregnant. Going to have four kittens by the end of next moon. *shrugs.* Guess my parenting instincts are kicking in.
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...
