"Lionblaze, just hold it!"
"I'm trying! It keeps wobbling!"
"Argh, then get some tape! I can't have a shaking camera for the show!"
"If you just want me to use tape, what's the point of me actually being here?"
"Shush, the audience is here!"
A grey tabby tom walks out from the side of the room and pads to the center, where a smooth-surfaced dark brown desk rests with a black leather chair behind. The cat leaps on and makes himself comfortable, wrapping his ringed tail around his paws.
Another golden tom sighs from the side and reluctantly hands him a pair of round glasses at the grey tabby's request. Jayfeather put them on, and frankly, they wouldn't be of any use but it did make him look slightly more professional.
"And old," his brother Lionblaze muttered under his breath.
Jayfeather's sharp hearing caught it and he shot a quick glare to the golden tabby. Lionblaze sighed and walked back to stand behind the camera.
Jayfeather nodded and cleared his throat, straightening his posture for the camera.
"Ahem, now," he started, "since I basically have no life whatsoever and spend my days prancing around and collecting poop… Wait, what?"
Lionblaze started snickering from the side.
"Okay, I'm not following the script anymore!" Jayfeather exclaimed angrily. "Now, for the real introduction, welcome to Ask Jayfeather! Here, you may ask me any question you want and I'll answer. I may be lying, I may be telling the truth, or I may just be sleeping in a corner with an imposter posing as me. Either way, this is business and that's that."
"Hey, guys!" Lionblaze grinned and his giant golden head appeared just a whisker-length in front of the camera, jamming his muzzle onto the screen.
"Lionblaze, stop making the lens dirty!" a voice behind him growled loudly. "Do you know how much I paid for that thing?!"
"Sorry, he's just a bit cranky toda–I mean, always," Lionblaze whispered to the audience secretly. He backed away until his whole body was visible.
"Now, ever heard of a new thing called Private Messaging?" Lionblaze exclaimed eagerly, amber eyes sparkling. "Well, I haven't, so Jay, do the intro!"
Jayfeather sighed, eyes narrowing, again. He straightened up and put on a fake smile. "Now that my brother stops interrupting, I'm going to talk about something called Private Messaging, a.k.a. PM, on . I studied law for a bit—"
A scoff and some snickers were heard from behind the camera again.
"Well, I did!" Jayfeather snapped at his cameracat. "Well, apparently it's "illegal" for something called reviewers to submit questions through the review section, so instead, SUBMIT ALL YOUR QUESTIONS THROUGH PRIVATE MESSAGING. However, if you just wanna comment something funny or silly or stupid or about hating me and/or liking waffles, feel free to do so in a review. But questions MUST be sent through PM."
"Clear?" Jayfeather raised an eyebrow.
Lionblaze made an OK sign with his paw and a sheepish grin. Jayfeather brightened up a bit.
"Let the show begin!"