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Anyway, here's chapter three!
(No author notes from Petalsplash this time :( )
"Umm, Troutstream?" Waspkit asked.
Troutstream had picked up his siblings and him up, and was on her way to pick up Swallowtail's and Mrs. Nose's kits. Waspkit had been surprised to hear that Mrs. Nose had kits in first grade. The second day of school had gone pretty much the same as the first. The only difference was that they learned different jolly phonics, C and D, they started math by learning 1+1, and the growing fear of the visit to the doctor after school.
"Can we please go to the play station instead of the doctor's office? Please!" he begged, looking at the grey tabby with huge green eyes.
"Yeah! Can we?" Shrewkit pleaded.
"I'm sorry, kits," Troutstream said to them. "But you need a checkup."
"Awwww!" Honeykit whined.
Soon they reached Swallowtail's house, and Vixenkit, Ravenkit and Flykit burst out of the front door, and reluctantly, scurried to the car.
"Hello, you three! Welcome aboard our fun car!" Troutstream greeted them, a false smile on her face.
"She's lying," Waspkit heard Shrewkit whisper to Flykit. "We're goin' to get checkups."
"I know," Flykit glumly whispered back. After a while, they arrived at Mrs. Nose's house, just as a tortoiseshell she-cat, a brown spotted tabby tom, and a grey she-cat padded out of the door, and to the car.
"I'm Flowerkit," the tortoiseshell introduced herself. "This is my brother, Vinekit," she pointed with her tail to the brown tom. "And this is my sister, Greenkit," she pointed to the grey she-cat.
"Hey," Petalkit squeaked, trying to sound enthusiastic.
"Okay, now that you know each other, please get into the car. We are going to have lots of fun at the doctor's office!" Vinekit, Flowerkit, and Greenkit hopped into the car, and they continued on their way. In roughly ten minutes, way too soon for Waspkit, they arrived at the doctor's office.
Troutstream stepped out of the minivan, and unbuckled the kits, some who were sharing seats. As she came to Shrewkit's seat, the small brown tom suddenly burst out, "I don't wanna go!"
His tiny claws were dug into the leather, and tears were streaming down his face. "Shrewkit! That's leather! Get your claws out this instant young tom!"
But Shrewkit seems oblivious to Troutstream's screeches. "Don't make me tell Littlecloud to declaw you," the grey tabby warned.
"I have an idea!" Waspkit exclaimed. He got behind Shrewkit, wrapped his gold-and-black paws around his brother, and started pulling.
Badgerkit, Carpkit, Ravenkit, and Flykit followed suit, and with the five toms pulling on him, Shrewkit popped out of the seat. Troutstream grabbed him before he could ruin her leather again, and put his head over her shoulder, endless tears still flowing down his face.
Sharing nervous glances, the eleven kits followed Troutstream into the office. A dark grey tabby she-cat padded out, and mewed, "Troutstream! Great, you're here! Littlecloud's waiting for you in his office."
"Thanks, Willowshine," Troutstream meowed. Willowshine glanced behind Troutstream, and gasped. "That's a lot of kits you're taking. . ."
Troutstream didn't reply, and rushed inside Littlecloud's office, and slammed the door behind her. A very small tabby tom jumped, and the young spiky-furred grey she-cat beside him, who Waspkit recognized from his school, fumbled with a cotton swab she was holding.
"Oh, hello Troutstream," Littlecloud mewed, glancing behind her. He suddenly whipped his head around again, and with his eyes wide, mewed, "Are ALL these kits here for checkups?"
"Yes. Swallowtail, Pinenose, Daisy, and I are carpooling. Now could we get this over with?"
Nodding, Littlecloud padded over to the clowder of kittens, and asked, "Who wants to go first?" Carpkit, glancing over at Vixenkit, slowly, reluctantly, raised his paw. It barely touched the air when Littlecloud swooped in and picked him up. Carpkit let out a squeak of surprise as he plopped on the table.
Littlecloud turned his back on the kits, and the spiky-furred grey she-cat was standing next to Carpkit, as if making sure he wouldn't run for it. All the kittens were craning their necks to see what Littlecloud was doing, and Waspkit gulped when spotted a long, thin needle.
As Littlecloud turned to pad towards Carpkit, the spiky-furred grey she-cat blocked Carpkit's view, and mewed, "Hello, I'm Mistpaw, Littlecloud's apprentice. I think I saw you in school before, in kindergarten?"
But Carpkit didn't reply. He too had caught sight of the needle. Noticing Vixenkit watching him, Carpkit stayed put, but it looked as if he wanted nothing more than to dash out of the room. Looking away, Waspkit heard Carpkit's squeal of pain, and saw Honeykit wince.
"Good kit," Mistpaw soothed, passing him a lollipop. Carpkit popped it into his mouth, tears still in his eyes.
"Who's next?" Littlecloud asked. Badgerkit strutted forward, not any sign of nervousness on his face, though Waspkit bet that on the inside, his brother was quivering. He hopped on the table, his paws dangling down. Littlecloud got the needle, and Badgerkit's injection was over almost immediately, the black-and-white kit not making a peep.
"Next."
No kit moved a muscle. Littlecloud sighed. "This is where it gets messy," he muttered.
Scooping up Vinekit, his injection was over before the brown spotted tabby even realized what happened. He just sat there, a stunned look on his face. Greenkit was chosen next, and her injection went quickly as well, for she only gave small protests. Ravenkit, Vixenkit, and Honeykit's injections all went rather smoothly.
Then came Flykit's.
At first when he was picked up, he was fine in Mistpaw's jaws, but the second he was set down on the table, his fur suddenly puffed up twice his size, his claws slid out, and his green eyes wide and his pupils huge.
"I don't wanna gooooo!" he cried, slashing at Littlecloud's outstretched paw. The shot his was holding fell to the floor, the serum staining the ground. Littlecloud nodded to Mistpaw, who reluctantly put her paws over the grey-and-white kit's small body. Waspkit covered his ears to block out Flykit's screams.
"Nooooooo!" he yelled. Waspkit peered out of his paws, and saw Mistpaw frantically passing Flykit a lollipop. Though his expression brightened a little, tears were still streaming down his face. Petalkit went next. While Mistpaw was dabbing her shoulder with a cotton swab, she asked, "So, um, why do we need these shots anyway?"
"It makes small cats behave," Littlecloud replied. Waspkit was sure he caught a note of humor in his tone, but Petalkit looked extremely uncomfortable as she received her injection.
"What are they really for?" the ginger tabby wondered, scooting away from Littlecloud's needle.
"Rabies and diseases," he replied, injecting the needle. Petalkit winced.
Only Waspkit, Shrewkit, and Flowerkit were left. Mistpaw picked up the gold-and-black tabby tom, and Waspkit dangled limp in her jaws. He was set down on the table, and to his surprise, it was very cold, but the paper made fun noises as he moved around on it. Closing his eyes as Littlecloud came closer, Waspkit felt the prick of pain in his scruff, and withheld a squeak. Opening his eyes, he was greeted with the sight of Mistpaw offering him a lollipop. He eagerly snatched the treat, and pushed it into his mouth, pleased to find that it was mouse flavored.
Flowerkit was next. "No!" she screeched as she was put on the table, claws out.
"Flowerkit, I-" Littlecloud began, but was interrupted when she slashed at him and hissed.
"Flowerkit, I'm trying to help-" Flowerkit hissed and screeched again.
Whispering something to his apprentice, Mistpaw ran out the door, and a few moments later, seeming like forever to Waspkit, she came back, holding a bag of multicolored-gummy cats?
"Here, this has the medicine you need in it. It's frog flavored," he mewed, holding a pawful of gummy cats. Flowerkit, looking suspicious, grabbed the treat, and plopped it into her mouth, as the other kits looked on jealously. But slowly, her eyelids started to droop, and she soon fell in a deep sleep.
Troutstream looked up from where she was texting on her phone, and meowed slowly, "Littlecloud, was that really medicine?"
"Yes, it was," he replied.
"What kind of medicine?"
"Sleeping medicine, so I can give her her injection," he mewed, inserting the needle. Flowerkit didn't even twitch.
"When will the effects where off?" Troutstream worried.
"Hmm. . ." Littlecloud pulled out a calculator, typed in a bunch of numbers, and replied, "A good three days should do the trick."
Troutstream flipped. "Three days? There's school tomorrow! And the next two days!"
"Hey, at least she'll experience her first Friday!" Littlecloud defended himself. Troutstream facepawed, and sighed.
"Come on, kits let's go," Troutstream mewed, holding Flowerkit buy her scruff. Waspkit heard Shrewkit sigh in relief. Unfortunately, so did Littlecloud.
"Ms. Stream, you forgot the brown one," Littlecloud called. Troutstream let out a long sigh.
"Alright, but make it quick."
Shrewkit squealed in terror. He dashed away from Littlecloud's outstretched paws, the sound of his claws scratching against the tile floor. If it was any other day, Waspkit would have instantly jumped to Shrewkit's defense, but his scruff was throbbing painfully where Littlecloud injected the needle. Plus, it wasn't fun to be on Troutstream's bad side. All the other kits seemed to have the same idea, for they just sat there silently, quickly scurrying out of the way when Shrewkit would come dashing through.
"Now, Mistpaw!"
Snapping Waspkit back to the present, he saw Mistpaw lunge toward Shrewpaw in a grey blur, grabbing his scruff in her jaws. Shrewkit squealed in fright, as he was forced on the table, his tiny claws digging into the paper.
"Don't take meeeeeeeeeee! I'm too young!" he shrieked.
Waspkit nudged Troutstream. "Um, I have to go to the bathroom," he mewed, glancing nervously over where Mistpaw was fumbling with a cotton swab, while Shrewkit kicked at Littlecloud's face.
"Hurry," Troutstream answered, barely glancing at him.
Waspkit rushed out of the room, and found his way to the bathroom, and locked the door. He paused, turning, and saw a gold-and-black tabby tom looking back at him. Jumping at first, he soon realized it was himself, and he was looking into a mirror. His reflection's green eyes were wide, the pupils small slits. Suddenly, the quiet was interrupted by a loud yell from across the hallway. The gold-and-black tabby didn't need to wonder who made that scream.
Waspkit had no idea how much time had passed when Badgerkit creaked open the door, and mewed with a small voice, "Troutstream says it's time to go."
Before he closed it, Waspkit standing up, he added, "Oh, and she says no Play Station either."
"TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR! HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU AAAAAARE!" the kits scree- no, sang. Carpkit, Honeykit, Badgerkit, Vixenkit, Vinekit, Flykit, still sucking his lollipop, were all singing the song, as if trying to distract them from the pain. Greenkit was in the front seat of the minivan, drawing a picture, Petalkit had tissues in her ears, looking at a picture book, Flowerkit was still sound asleep in the back, Shrewkit was still bawling, and Ravenkit was gazing out the window, his eyelids drooping, looking as if he would fall asleep. Waspkit was sitting in the middle of the chaos, envying Ravenkit's ability to block it all out.
But probably the most terrifying sight was Troutstream, her claws gripping the steering wheel, body stiff, yellow eyes wide in the rear-view mirror.
"UP ABOVE A WORLD SO HIGH! LIKE A DIAMOND IN THE SKYYYYYYYY!" the kit-chorus paused, took a deep breath, and continued, while Waspkit inwardly groaned.
"TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAAAR! HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU AAAAAAAAAAAAARE!" they sang, as loudly as possible with the big finish. Waspkit was about to sigh in relief, when Honeykit squeaked, "I know! Let's do the Alphabet song!"
Troutstream's pupils got even smaller. Suddenly, a loud noise filled Waspkit's ears, but it wasn't the continued singing of " AND ZZZZZZ!"
The car suddenly screeched to a stop, but only Waspkit and Petalkit noticed the change, for the other cat's were to intent on their singing, Greenkit was in the zone on her drawing, Shrewkit still crying his eyes out, and Ravenkit finally asleep.
"EVERYBODY BE QUIET!" Troutstream roared. The car quieted instantly, except for Shrewkit, who was still whimpering. Waspkit swallowed as a large light brown tabby face approached the van's window, a police hat upon his head.
"Ma'am, are you aware that you were speeding fifteen miles over the speed limit?"
"No."
"Are you aware that you ran through a red light?"
"No."
"Are you aware that there is a kit sitting in the front seat of your car, and there are kits in the back sharing seats?"
"No."
"Are you aware- wait, what?" the cop broke off, surprised.
"I was being sarcastic. How could I not be aware, Owlclaw, when these awful little- I mean, sweet little cats sent from StarClan filling my vehicle with their beautiful voices?" she half-hissed, half-purred, her eye twitching slightly. Owlclaw raised an eyebrow.
"You must know I'll have to give you a ticket for . . . everything," he mewed, grabbing a sheet of paper and pen, scribbling down notes. Troutstream exploded.
"Easy for you to say! That's your job; you just walk around, telling other cats what they did wrong without listening to their problems! Well you know what?! I woke up at four thirty this morning, to comfort a crying kit!"
Waspkit noticed Honeykit sink back into her chair she was sharing with Petalkit.
"Then, I had to deal with crying kittens, and their singing after taking them to the doctor's office! Now tell me, officer, how your day's been going compared to mine?! Would you like to trade positions?!" Troutstream screeched. All the kits sank back into their chairs, and Owlclaw's eyes widened as he fumbled with his paper.
"Umm, oh, look at that, I dropped the ticket. Hey, am I hearing things, or is that a honking car on Firestar Street? Well, as a cop, I need to check that out!"
He was gone in a blink, and Waspkit saw the ShadowClan cop drive away, his car even going a few miles over the speed limit. It was dead silent on the way back home.
Conclusion: don't mess with Troutstream.
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