The Cat Cafè

by The Bubble Kittens

The Cat Cafè, ah, yes. The place where our lovely host, Mint, tries to gain even more negative karma. Watch as she ruins relationships, ruins lives, and even ruins Foxleap's hair. Along with get into brawls, eat Harry Styles, and become the CEO of Fishsticks. But don't just expect that. Oh no, never expect just the expected in this cafè. Brought to you by Ivypool Productions :)

The room, once a torn down street building, was now something Mint could puff up her chest about. The north wall was adorned by the automatic, sliding glass door and vertical windows that nearly touched the ceiling. Next to those windows were window seats, where she'd do one-on-one interviews with her guests. The east block of the studio was sectioned off with life sized cut-outs of Harry Styles duct taped together to form a nicely designed fence. In the east wing, there were black and white bean bag chairs, a coffee maker, a gumball machine, a wall of One Direction albums—anything you could ever need as a cat.

Mint swept her bright green gaze across her efforts and couldn't help but allow a small purr of approval. The west wing was, well, it was hard to describe it but the cats would see later on. Before Mint got the chance to swoon over her decorations of yet another Harry Styles cut out, a loud thud interrupted her. The crash was followed by a screeching sound of flesh against glass.

The green-eyed tortoiseshell whipped around to see a russet tom sliding against the glass door, she assumed he'd padded into it.

Mint beamed, "My glass doors are so transparently clear, aren't they?"

Not receiving an answer, the she-cat tensed. "Um, hello...sir?"

Mint beckoned for the door to open and, of course, she opened. And by she, Mint meant the door. Shelby the Door, that is. Why, if Mint wasn't so indulged with the Stylish Harry she'd be fawning of how sleek Shelby's design was.

The tom fell face first into her new shiny wood floors, still unconscious. It took all Mint's willpower to resist wiping the smudge off her new wood. "Hmph," Mint examined the russet closely, now sporting a glittering silver lab coat and a stethoscope covered with purple stickers. It took her a few heartbeats to come up with a diagnostic, "He must not know how gravity works!"

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Hi-lo, kitties of the Warriors fandom! This is definitely too short to be considered a chapter, which is why it's not. c:

This little snippet is just a trailer to get an idea for this story. Thanks for reading and don't forgot to pop a review if you have an idea or two.