Spottedleaf adjusted her fake glasses and padded over to her new office: Spottedleaf's Therapy. "Thank goodness I popped the lenses out," She padded to her desk on her Stunning leather boots.

Then her phone from the 1970s rang. "Hello, this is Spottedleaf from Spottedleaf's Therapy, how are you this LOVELY afternoon?" She answered.

"Uh, great. Listen, umm, I'm Ravenpaw and can I have a appointment with you?" The voice asked nervously.

"Sure, Your appointment is at 1:00." She mewed, smiling.


Then her phone from the 1980s rang. "Hello, Spottedleaf's Therapy here!" She mewed cheerfully.

"I'm Leopardfoot and I need only parent therapy here. PLEASE HELP ME!" A voice sobbed from the other side.

"Uh, 3:00 pm is okay with you?" Spottedleaf mewed quickly.

"Yes." The voice sobbed. Spottedleaf hung up on her. "Cats these days.." Spottedleaf muttered.


THEN her phone from the 1990s rang. Spottedleaf sighed and got it. "Hi." She mewed grumpily.

"HOLLYLEAF DIEDDDD!" a bunch of voices cried.

"Okay. Your appointment is at 5:00pm." Spottedleaf mewed calmly.

"Hollyleaf!" The cats cried louder. Spottedleaf hung up on them. "I need to pay Hollyleaf.." Spottedleaf muttered.


1:00- Ravenpaw's Appointment.

A small tom entered her office. "Ah, Ravenpaw is it?" Spottedleaf asked him. "Y-yes.." He stuttered. The black tom was obviously nervous.

"What happened?" She mewed soothingly.

"T-tigerclaw k-killed R-redtail and I-i s-saw.. A-also H-he's M-my M-mentor.." The nervous cat stuttered.

"Okay, look, go tell Firepaw that. He'll save you." Spottedleaf mewed dreamily. "Plus, isn't he so handsome..."

She snapped out of her daydream. "Suggest going to a Barn to Him. You can live there."

"Thank you!" Ravenpaw mewed joyfully. The moment he turned around he called Firepaw On his iclan 6.


Leopardfoot is in the next chapter~