Hello, y'all! For another episode of WCC...but first, the squirrels!

Petalsplash with 6 squirrels

Empress Tansy with 5 and a half squirrels

IslaTheFairyOfIce with 5 squirrels

Hairy Tail with 4 and a half squirrels

Kikidusk with 4 squirrels

I'mTheDreamAssasin with 4 squirrels

Wolfclaw of Mountain clan with 3 and a half squirrels

peaceloveandmooshrooms with 3 and a half squirrels

Tigerpelt with 3 squirrels

Crescentclaw with 3 squirrels

Lilystripe608 with 3 squirrels

Lakestream with 3 squirrels

Willowsmoke of Shadowclan with 2 squirrels

Epic Swag Cat YOLO with 2 squirrels

Rebellegirl with 2 squirrels

Guest with 2 squirrels

Keeralie Starflight with 2 squirrels

Warriorsfan4life with 2 squirrels

Silverfrost137 with 2 squirrels

TheFanfictionMaster with 1 and a half squirrels

Guest with 1 squirrel

Ryuuka with 1 squirrel

NinjaStarCraft with 1 squirrel

Waffle the Badger with 1 squirrel

Splashpaw with 1 squirrel

ParodyLol with 1 squirrel

Guest with 1 squirrel

Firestar3271 with 1 squirrel

Featherstream100 with 1 squirrel

Song of the Felines with 1 squirrel

WolfOfLilacs with 1 squirrel

BlackStorm with 1 squirrel

Sienablaze with 1 squirrel

Sprinkleflower with 1 squirrel

xXJayflightXx with 1 squirrel

Meh with 1 squirrel

Cupcaketail-of-Windclan with 1 squirrel

Petalsplash is in the lead, Empress Tansy close behind, with Isla and Hairy Tail following! Gotta make these hints harder ;)

Mapleshade pads through the halls of WCC. Making her way to the kitchen, the tortie she-cat purrs to herself.

"Ha! I got Jayfeather into the wedding! What a sly fox you are, Mapleshade." She grins. She arrives at the juicer, and tosses in a few tomatoes, kiwis, and lemons for her signature 'Mapleshade's Funk-Fest Shake.' She pours in some sour yogurt, and a container of coffee ice cream, slams the lid on, and hits blend. Contentedly, she hums 'Classic' by MKTO to the loud whirring of the juicer.

"You're over my head

I'm out of my mind

Thinking I was born in the wrong time

One of a kind, living in a world gone plastic

Baby you're so classic

Baby you're so classic

Baby you,

Baby you're so classic!" Mapleshade sings, shaking her hips.

"WHHHHIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRGRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNDDDDDWHHHHHIRRRR" The juicer growls. Finally, Mapleshade turns it off. Lifting the lid, she leans over and sniffs.

"Ahhh…" The tortie grins. "Purrrfect!" Still dancing, she makes her way over to the cabinet, and grabs a tall glass, shaped like a foreleg, with the bottom of it as a paw. She shimmies over to the juicer and pours the murky, brownish gray colored liquid into it, chunks and all.

"Four dozen of roses

Anything for you to notice

All the way to serenade you

Doing it Sinatra style

Ima pick you up in a Cadillac

Like a gentleman bringin' glamour back

Keep it reel to reel in the way I feel

I could walk you down the aisle!" Mapleshade croons, though it comes out sounding more like a dying tortoise.

"Someone's in a good mood!" Silverstream laughs, coming in through the large glass front doors to the company.

"Yep!" Mapleshade purrs. "Jay-bae gets to come to Hawky's wedding with me!"

Silverstream tosses her bag onto the waiting area couch and claps her paws excitedly.

"YAY! You can finally meet Graystripe! He's my plus one!" She winks. Mapleshade makes a face.

"Ewww, you're still with that two-timing dirtbag?" She gags. Silverstream narrows her eyes.

"You do not call my mate a two timing dirtbag! And," She adds, "If anything's gag-worthy, it's that thing!" The silver tabby points a paw at the chunky, bubbling concoction in Mapleshade's foot mug.

"No! This is art! A masterpiece!" The tortie points her nose haughtily. To prove her point, Mapleshade raises the glass to her lips, and, without hesitation, gulps a mouthful of the brown-gray juice.

"EWWW!" Silverstream shrieks. "EW EW EW EW!" She runs away, hiding behind the doorframe of the kitchen entrance. Mapleshade puts down her foot mug and smacks her lips.

"Oh, delicious!" She cackles.

"You are the most disgusting creature I have ever met!" Silverstream pipes up from the door. Mapleshade raises her glass yet again, towards Silverstream.

"Cheers!" She mews, taking another gulp. Silverstream sticks her tongue out.

"That is nasty!" She squeaks.

"What's nasty?" Hawkfrost asks, stepping into the kitchen, a tan European shoulder-bag slung around his neck.

"HAHAHA!" Mapleshade laughs. "Hawky's got a man purse! Hawky's got a man purse!" She crows.

"Hey! It's all the rage in France." The tom mews defensively.

"Yeah, and it's so fetch!" Silverstream purrs. "

I'll have to get my Gray-baby one!"

"Streamy, stop trying to make fetch happen." Mapleshade growls. "You are so not in Gretchen's league. And it's definitely not cool. Man purses? Ug-ly!"

"Cinders got it for me…." Hawkfrost mumbles, looking down his paws. Mapleshade spews her brown-gray gunk all over the brown tabby.

"Dude!" She shrieks, "Get a spine!" Hawkfrost bristles, blue eyes turning to icy shards.

"I have a spine!" He growls.

"Pffftt! Yeah, right!" Mapleshade scoffs. "Yesterday?"

"That was one time!" The tom protests.

"If you're seriously getting married to her, grow some backbone!" The ex-Darkforest warrior smirks.

"I have backbone!" Hawkfrost protests.

"Wussy-pussy!" Mapleshade jeers.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Of course you are! I pity Cinderpelt! She should find somecat worthwhile!" Mapleshade cackles. Hawkfrost snarls and leaps at the tortoiseshell, claws unsheathed.

"Shut. UP!" Hawkfrost screeches, clawing at his boss.

"Get a spine, kit!" Mapleshade hisses.

"You aren't my mother! Or my fiancé! You can't tell me what to do!" Hawkfrost wails, tearing at Mapleshade's ears.

"Do you hear yourself?" Mapleshade meows, sitting up.

"Why? What'd I say?" Hawkfrost grumbles, shaking out his fur.

"Silverstream, the recording please?" Mapleshade smirks. The silver tabby nods, and hits play on her purple IPhone.

**"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Of course you are! I pity Cinderpelt! She should find somecat worthwhile!"

"Shut. UP!"

"Get a spine, kit!"

"You aren't my mother! Or my fiancé! You can't tell me what to do!"**

"See? She DOMINATES you!" Mapleshade mews.

"We have an equal relationship!" Hawkfrost insists.

"Yeah. Sure. 'You aren't my mother! Or my fiancé! You can't tell me what to do!'" Mapleshade mocks, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Silverstream!" Hawkfrost whines. "Mapleshade's being mean! Make her stop!"

"Sorry, but this time, Mapleshade has a point." Silverstream sighs. "For once."

"Hey!" The tortie warrior snaps.

"It's true." Silverstream shrugs. "Hawkfrost, if you're truly going to commit to marriage, you have to assert yourself before it goes even further downhill."

"Yeah, you don't want to end up as a single father, unemployed, living off relative's money and child support checks from your uber successful ex-mate while trying to scrape by and care for your kits. You're just going to have to give them up to foster care, live on the streets, and apply for jobs listing your references as the 'Soup Kitchen Waiter' and 'that weird street urchin who keeps talking to me'. You don't wanna be that cat." Mapleshade explains.

"Wow. That was really deep." Silverstream mews.

"Well, I know from experience." Mapleshade mutters.

"What?" Hawkfrost asks.

"Nothing! You heard nothing!" Mapleshade stammers.

"Okay…" Silverstream says, backing up slowly. Just then, the doorbell music sounds.

All I am is a man,

I want the world in my hands.

I hate the beach,

but I stand,

in California with my toes in the sand.

Use the sleeves of my sweater,

let's have an adventure.

Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered.

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours.

You in those little high-waisted shorts, oh!"

Hawkfrost bobs his head up and down to the beat.

"She knows what I think about

And what I think about

One love, two mouths

One love, one house

No shirt, no blouse

Just us, you find out

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no!

Sweater weather blasts from the building's speakers. Silverstream dashes to the door. Her pretty face falls when she sees who it is.

"Oh. Grandma. What are you doing here?" She says, not even pretending to smile. The soft-furred pale gray she-cat glances at Silverstream.

"Hello, Silverstream." She meows. A ragged dappled gray tom appears from behind the queen.

"Silver, darling!" He purrs.

"Grandpa!" Silverstream squeals, launching herself at the old tom. He chuckles.

"How are you, sweet?" He asks, nuzzling her cheek.

"Good!" She chirps. "Oh, Shellheart! It's great to see you!" She shoots a pointed look at her Grandmother. "Not so much her." Shellheart sighs.

"Silver, you know what I've told you. We're going to try and reconcile. Get our relationship back on track. You know how our split tore your Uncle Oakheart apart when he was younger." Shellheart soothes. "And Rainflower and your father have been going to therapy together. It's been working wonders." The former Riverclan deputy smiles.

"I'm a therapist." Silverstream says, "And even I wouldn't help her!"

"There's a difference between an anger management therapist and a true counselor. You should know that, after working with Mapleshade." Shellheart meows. "Is it true she's reformed?" He inquires.

"Yes." Silverstream purrs. Then, from inside the kitchen comes a blood-curdling shriek.

"Hawkfrost! Don't you dare try and throw out my Funk-Fest Shake! I will kill you!" Mapleshade screams.

"Ow! Hey, don't hurt me! That stuff's nasty! Ow! My ear!" Hawkfrost yowls.

"That 'stuff' is liquid gold! Don't you dare touch it with your disgusting paws again!" More crashing and banging follows, along with a few pain filled screeches.

"Well, for the most part, anyway." Silverstream admits reluctantly.

"Let's get this over with." Shellheart meows, steeling himself, as he walks through the WCC doors.

"Shellheart." Mapleshade greets the old tom coolly.

"Mapleshade." The scruffy gray cat dips his head.

"Rainflower." Mapleshade says, grinning maliciously.

"Mapleshade." The elegant pale gray queen meows disdainfully.

"Okay, can we wrap it up here now?" Hawkfrost groans.

"Hawkfrost." Silverstream gestures at the tom while looking at her grandparents.

"Ahhhh." They both say simultaneously.

"Great Starclan…" Hawkfrost grumbles.

"Shall we?" Mapleshade purrs sweetly, motioning towards the counseling room. The gray Riverclan cats follow her, swift steps padding off behind closed doors.

"What brings you two here?" Mapleshade asks, casually adjusting her half-moon spectacles and giving a forepaw a single lick. "I thought you were done for good."

"We've come to fix things, Mapleshade. To make everything right." Shellheart sighs. "And that also means making amends with you."

"Oh, little old me?" The tortie chuckled darkly. "Too late."

"I thought you were reformed?" The tom asked.

"And I thought we were here to solve our problems, Shellheart." Rainflower growls.

"Not with that attitude, you won't!" Mapleshade crows. Rainflower's ears flatten and her eyes narrow.

"I wasn't asking you, now, was I?" She hisses.

"No." Mapleshade replies casually. "But I answered anyway."

"That was a rhetorical question!" Rainflower snarls.

"Mmmhmm. Those happen to be my specialty." The tortie grins.

"Why you little-" The Riverclan queen shrieks, pouncing at Mapleshade. Shellheart intercepts his ex-mate mid-leap.

"Rainflower! Control yourself!" He growls.

"You're supposed to be on my side! Not the side of this mange-ball!" Rainflower's lip curls.

"I don't want you to fight." Shellheart mews calmly.

"Oh, you mean you don't want her to lose?" Mapleshade cackles.

"That's IT! You're in for it now, rogue!" Rainflower yowls, tearing free of Shellheart's grip and landing on Mapleshade. The tortie springs up instantly, rolling on top of Rainflower, hissing and spitting.

"Rainflower! Stop that this instant! Mapleshade, don't fight her!" Shellheart yowls exasperatedly.

"I was more of a mother to your son than you ever were!" Mapleshade growls. Her eyes light up, and the reformed-Mapleshade disappeared. All that was there now was pure, raw Darkforest warrior. And she was loving it.

"He is not my son! He's an ugly creature that should never have been born!" Rainflower spits.

"Rainflower! Don't you dare talk about Crookedstar that way!" Shellheart growls.

"That 'ugly creature' became one of the greatest leaders in the history of the Clans! Thanks to me!" Mapleshade says, slicing Rainflower's muzzle. The pale gray she-cat screeches in pain.

"Mapleshade…" Shellheart mews nervously.

"You made him leave me to die! If it weren't for you, I would've survived that blow!" Rainflower hisses, digging her claws into Mapleshade's shoulder. The older she-cat yelps.

"I looked out for that kit! I brought him power!" Mapleshade whispers in Rainflower's ear as she claws at the queen's flank.

"You corrupted him!" Rainflower snarls. "So he wasn't just ugly, but a monster as well!"

"And you're a selfish, egotistical, judgmental, terrible she-cat who doesn't deserve to be called a mother!" Mapleshade shrieks. "Your kin betrayed me! They broke the warrior code! My kin should be leading Riverclan! My children!" She bites Rainflower's silky tail viciously. "But don't worry." She murmurs. "I made them suffer. You bet I did. I made every waking moment of Crookedstar's life miserable. You should be thanking me!" Rainflower pauses in her struggle, and looks the angry tortie in the eye, amber connecting with deep blue.

"He may be hideous, he may be a betrayer, and he may have abandoned me when I needed it most-"

"You left him!" Mapleshade hisses.

"But-" Rainflower almost chokes on her own words, "he does share my blood. He is my son. And you have no right to him. You had no right to make his life hell. That's my job!" Rainflower yowls, lunging for Mapleshade's throat. Shellheart gasps.

"Rainflower!" He says, eyes wide.

"That's right. He's my son. My ugly, terrible son. I WILL MAKE HIM MISERABLE, NOT MAPLESHADE!" The Riverclan queen yowls, glaring at her mate.

"MWHAHAHAHA! I WILL TORTURE YOU AND KILL ALL THAT YOU LOVE!" Mapleshade screeches, taking the opportunity and snapping at Rainflower's exposed neck.

"Silverstream! Silverstream!" The tom calls frantically for his granddaughter. "Silverstream!" Hawkfrost pokes his head into the counseling room.

"Sorry, she's out at the spa with Mistystar and Cinderpelt." The tabby tom mews. "She says that dealing with Rainflower gives her migraines. She'll be back in about-" He checks his watch, "three hours, give or take."

"Three hours?!" Shellheart shrieks. "They'll have torn each other apart!" Hawkfrost shrugs.

"Not my problem." He meows.

"Hawkfrost!" Mapleshade screams. "Get this lousy, black-hearted she-cat off of me!"

"You're calling her black-hearted? Hypocrite." The ex-Darkforest warrior scoffs.

"I pay you." The tortie reminds him.

"No, Silverstream pays me! You torment me and sell me into indentured servitude and make me scrub your toilets!" Hawkfrost growls.

"That was one time!" Mapleshade protests, wrestling with Rainflower.

"And it scarred me for life!" The tom hisses.

"Hawkfrost!" Shellheart snaps.

"Why don't you do it?" Hawkfrost whines.

"Son, I'm at least three times as old as you! Do you seriously expect me to go in there and fight both of them?" Shellheart meows.

"True." Hawkfrost moans. "Fine. I'll do it." He meows, steeling himself. Bunching his muscles, Hawkfrost leaps into the fray. "Kowabunga!" He yowls.

"Hey, get off me!"

"Oops, sorry Mapleshade."

"OWW!"

"Serves you right, you skunky flea-bag!"

"You're supposed to be fighting her, not me"

"My ear! I'm bleeeeeeding! Bleeeeeding!"

"Get off my tail!"

"Agh! My paw!"

"I broke a claw! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU I JUST GOT THESE DONE!"

Shellheart shakes his head and sits back on the couple's couch.

"Well, looks like I'm single. Again." He mutters. "Time to go restart on Match…wonder if that cute tawny's still on?..."

"MWHAHAHAHA! I WILL TORTURE YOU AND KILL ALL THAT YOU LOVE!"

"Mapleshade, you're clawing me."

"Oops. Sorry."

"Look! She's getting away! Come back here, kit neglecter!"

"Yeah! And pay us!"

"Are you serious…?"

Taaadaaaa! An extra long episode for my extra special fans! Love y'all so much!

QOTD: Who will win? Rainflower, or Mapleshade and Hawkfrost?

For squirrels: Our next couple has been suggested multiple times, and they're appearing next! Our much anticipated pair is a moody tom and his on-again, off-again illegal love...wonder if Mapleshade can save them, or if his ex will get in the way?

'Til next time! I'm Brighteyes, and Mapleshade's our murderous counselor! Hugs to all! (Not from her, of course...)