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Wow like barely anyone got that one. Maybe I should go back to making them easy...
More description in this one guys!
"YESSSSS!" Mapleshade shrieks gleefully.
"Oh, no. Whenever you're that happy, something's about to die." Hawkfrost mews anxiously, glancing over at the tortie, who is lounging in her brand new purple chair. The building, rebuilt, is nearly the exact same as the old one. It was only after Mapleshade convinced Clawface that she was back to best canon antagonist that he agreed to install a hot tub in her and Silverstream's offices, and balconies overlooking the streets of New York City. Hawkfrost had put in a bid for an arcade as well, which was in the newly renovated basement.
The color scheme had changed as well. The lobby was white, red, and gold. The walls were the purest snow-white with gold trim, and it matched elegantly to the cherry red lounge-like couches with golden, knitted throw pillows. The rug was a soft white, and sat prestigiously atop of the checkerboard white and gold floor tiles. The building's kitchen newly bedecked and bedazzled with shiny chrome appliances and a chandelier made of glass, golden-colored bananas, was separated from the lobby by a nice white wall. Part of the upper wall was cut out, creating a nice bar with a golden counter top. More gold banana lights hung along the length of the bar. At the other end of the long white and gold hallway were the offices: Mapleshade's, Silverstream's, and Hawkfrost's, which was about the size of a closet.
Mapleshade's office was themed black, red, and gold. There was a blood red carpet, on top of which sat a midnight-colored desk. The walls were painted eloquently with an accurate depiction of the Dark Forest, while the lamps surrounding the office let off a dim, crimson light. The tortie she-cat adored it. In contrast, Silverstream's office was blue and silver and white. White walls, blue carpets, and silver lamps adorned the office, along with lovely oil paintings done by Tallstar of the Old Territories. There was Riverclan's camp, Windclan's moor, Thunderclan's forest, and Shadowclan's clearing ringed with pines. There was also a lovely one that took up half the wall behind Silverstream's pale blue desk that showed Fourtrees in all of it's ancient glory, in the midst of a gathering. There was Tallstar, Crookedstar, Bluestar and Nightstar, and the deputies sat loyally along the base of the great rock. Silverstream even found herself in the painting, whispering confidentially with Graystripe in the corner. It seemed Tallstar truly did know all.
Hawkfrost's closet was ice blue, like his eyes, and large enough to fit a small television and coatrack inside. He didn't use it very much.
"So? What is it this time?" The brown tabby and white warrior asks suspiciously.
"Heh heh heh!" Mapleshade chuckles darkly.
"Woah. Must be really big." Hawkfrost comments, taking a step back cautiously.
"The couple today!" Mapleshade cackles, grinning at her assistant, "Oh, it's too good to be true!"
"Please don't tell me it's my parents again." Hawkfrost groans, "I couldn't take one counseling session let alone two…"
"No, far better than your parents! Streamy's!" Mapleshade screeches excitedly.
"Willowbreeze and Crookedstar? Starclan save us!" Hawkfrost gasps, blue eyes widening, "Can I take my one sick day every three years today?"
"No! You must witness this! This a blessing from Tigerstar!" Mapleshade grins.
"Mapleshade my dad's in prison. I seriously doubt they'd let him bless anyone." Hawkfrost mutters, turning away from her to dust the new mahogany table that holds the pictures. Miraculously, none were damaged in the collapse.
"Oh, no! Trust me, this will be a session to remember." She smiles wickedly.
"Hello! I'm here!" Silverstream calls, presence announced by the chime of the enormous glass doors as they swung open. "Now, boys, bring it right in here…carefully, now, I don't want a single scratch on it! Watch your paws!" The tabby growls. A few grunts follow her instructions, and then a large thud. Mapleshade's ears prick curiously.
"I wonder what that could be?" She wonders, "A present for me? No, my birthday isn't for months…Christmas? But that would be too early…" She muses. Then, her amber eyes widen behind her new half-moon spectacles. "New furniture! Without consulting me!" she shrieks, leaping out of her purple armchair and dashing out of the counseling room. Hawkfrost sighs and keeps dusting the table. Soon, he hears a muffled shout.
"Streamy! What is this? Why is there a desk in my lobby?" Mapleshade howls, "And why doesn't it fit the color scheme!" Hawkfrost tilts his head to listen more attentively, but Silverstream's reply was too quiet to make out. Interested, he creeps out of the counseling room, trying not to let his maid's apron rustle.
"Well, I figured-"
"You figured what? That you'd just bring in more furniture without consulting me?!"
"Mapleshade, calm down, honestly! You're anger issues are-"
"What anger issues?! I ain't got no stinkin' anger issues!"
"This is exactly what I'm talking about. Mapleshade, please-"
"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, RUIN ME?!"
"Hawkfrost!" Silverstream screams. The tom comes running, and swings around the corner to see the poor therapist under Mapleshade's claws.
"Mapleshade, want me to make you some tea?" He offers meekly.
"Hawkfrost!" Silverstream snaps.
"Why not? Right after she admits she did this without my permission! I rule this company, this building!" Mapleshade exclaims angrily.
"Mapleshade! I needed a new desk for our new secretary!" Silverstream chokes out.
"Secretary?!" Mapleshade and Hawkfrost shriek simultaneously.
"Without consulting me?" Mapleshade howls.
"You already have an assistant!" Hawkfrost growls.
"We needed more help running this place!" Silverstream sighs, pulling herself out from under Mapleshade.
"That's what you said last time and now look who we're stuck with!" Mapleshade hisses, jabbing a paw toward Hawkfrost, who is brushing off his maid's apron indignantly. He looks up.
"What?" He huffs. Silverstream sighs.
"Mapleshade, Hawkfrost is an assistant, not a secretary." She mews patiently, "And Starclan knows I can't watch over both of you, the finances, the clients, and the building all at the same time! I need some help." She explains. Mapleshade scowls.
"I don't need looking after!" She whines.
"I thought I was your help! I do all the cleaning around here!" Hawkfrost meows crossly, paws on his hips. Losing his balance, the tom tumbles to the ground.
"And you certainly don't need looking after!" Mapleshade comments sarcastically.
"Aw, stuff a sock in it!" Hawkfrost grumbles from his pile on the tiles.
"You two act like kits! I need a real cat around here!" Silverstream groans.
"So you just decided to hire one without my permission?" Mapleshade snaps, "I'll kill 'em faster than you can say Brokenstar!"
"Reformed!" Silverstream reminds the tortie gently. Mapleshade glowers at her. "And no, I wasn't going to hire a secretary without either of your permissions. I figured we would try a new one each session and see how they deal with the…errrm…environment around here." Silverstream mews.
"Alright. Who's up first then?" Mapleshade grumbles.
"I still don't like this." Hawkfrost mutters.
"Neither do I." Mapleshade sighs.
"You'll get used to it!" Silverstream announces, waving the pair away with her silvery tail, "If you need me, I'll be in my office. Call me when the secretary arrives. And the couple today." She pads off to her office pleasantly. Once Silverstream is out of sight, Mapleshade turns to her assistant.
"We're going to do whatever it takes to get rid of this secretary, you hear me?" She growls. Hawkfrost nods.
"Okay!" He grins, "Whatever it takes! Unless it's evil!" He adds. Mapleshade snorts.
"No, fool! It has to be evil! that's the only way to get rid of someone! If I'd only known how stupid you were, you'd be gone ages ago!" She snaps.
"But-" Hawkfrost frowns, confused.
"Aw, shut up. I only kept you around because the place was filthy." Mapleshade mutters.
"Humph." Hawkfrost huffs.
"We just need a plan…" The tortie muses. Hawkfrost leaps up excitedly.
"I know! I know what we're going to do!" He grins.
"What?" Mapleshade asks curiously, wondering if the warrior was getting back in his Dark Forest stride.
"You said the couple was Willowbreeze and Crookedstar, right? Well, they love each other so much anyway that you just be your nastiest self and the secretary will be scared so bad they'll never come back!" Hawkfrost grins.
"Well, I was gonna be terrible anyway because I hate their guts but," Mapleshade mews, "I like the way you think. No wonder you're a son of Tigerstar!"
"Don't you ever say that again. My kits are never ever going to hear anything about that insane tom. Sasha will be grandparent enough, and Frostfur is like eleven grandmothers in one! They will never, ever, meet my father no matter what!" He snarls.
"Okay, okay, I get it. You're a weirdo." Mapleshade grumbles, "Are we together on this or not? I helped you out once, didn't I?" Hawkfrost nods, remembering the time when Mapleshade pretended to be insane so Hawkfrost could prove to Cinderpelt he was brave. There had been a lot of fake blood and screaming and locked doors, but it had been worth it.
"Okay. I'm in. Let's do this thing." Hawkfrost meows.
"Hello?" A small mew sounded from the entrance to WCC.
"Willowbreeze! Welcome!" Hawkfrost grins broadly, sliding into the lobby over the freshly waxed tiles. He had finished them that morning after a few hours of painstaking work. Now, with his new fluffy sock fetish, he is able to properly enjoy them.
"Um…I'm Ravenpaw. Your new secretary?" The small black tom says cautiously, creeping into the lobby. Hawkfrost scowls.
"Oh. You're not Willowbreeze. Or Crookedstar. The desk's over there." The tabby gestures with his forepaw, flaunting one of his socks: purple-polka dotted lime green. The others have similar neon patterns. Ravenpaw glances at the tom's sock nervously.
"Ummm what's that? I haven't been around clancats in a while, uh, is it a new thing?" He mumbles awkwardly. Hawkfrost eyes the tom, and grins cheekily.
"Yes! They're all the rage in the Clans now. Like, even Firestar wears them!" The tabby warrior boasts.
"What are they called? I should get some." Ravenpaw decides, observing the other socks carefully.
"They're socks. The more mismatched the better. Also, you only want the ones with the most…unique patterns. And bright colors. Always bright colors. The brightest, if you want to be cooler. See? That's why mine are neon and glow in the dark! And the bigger and fluffier they are, the more respect you get from the senior warriors." Hawkfrost rambles, sneeking glances at Ravenpaw as the tom whips out a notepad and begins scribbling things down frantically. Grinning, Hawkfrost says, "Well, I've got to go check on Mapleshade. I hope the lock on her cage is fixed! You know how she gets around strangers…" He shoots Ravenpaw a knowing wink, to which the black tom shudders.
"Uh…cage?" He squeaks.
"Oh, yeah! Every half hour we toss her a raw steak or something equally gruesome and bloody to tear up. Otherwise she gets really wild!" The wink again. Ravenpaw cringes. Hawkfrost saunters off down the hallway, whistling. A wheezy snicker sounds from within the tortie counselor's office, and Hawfrost dashes in, slamming the large mahogany door behind him.
"Classic!" Mapleshade shrieks with laughter. Rolling on the blood red carpet of her office, she cackles with delight, "Playing up the whole 'evil' gig is absolutely brilliant!"
"I know, right! All I have to do is make you sound like a complete animal, and our secretaries are outta here!" Hawkfrost hoots.
"Yeah!" Mapleshade cheers, raising a wine glass full of suspicious dark liquid, "A toast to our genius!"
"Is that-?" Hawkfrost asks nervously.
"Blood? Nah. Cranberry juice. Sugar free, cause Streamy's a freakin weirdo." Mapleshade mutters, draining the glass quickly. Wiping her mouth, the she-cat grins at Hawkfrost, teeth stained a pinkish-yellow. "So, whadaya say we make it a show when the couple arrives, hmm?"
"Uh…" Hawkfrost mews, staring at Mapleshade's teeth while trying not to inhale her rotten morning breath.
"I knew I could count on you! Of course, if you didn't agree, I'd fire you. But, whatever!" The Dark Forest warrior cackles.
"Alrighty then…" Hawkfrost mumbles, backing away slowly. The doorbell rings, saving the tom from further awkwardness. Through the newly refurbished speakers blasts "Flaws" by Bastille. Mapleshade begins breakdancing again.
"I haven't done this in forever!" She shrieks happily, spinning on her head. Hawkfrost rolls his eyes and hurries out of the room and into the lobby. There, he finds Ravenpaw at his desk, headphones on, knitting pairs of neon, mismatched, and patterned fuzzy socks. They look fabulous for floor sliding, but not remotely attractive. Using his own, Hawkfrost takes a running start and slides to the door. Whipping off his socks and tossing them behind one of the red couches, he throws open the door.
"Welcome!" He cries as the music shuts off. He hears an angry screech from the back offices.
"Hawkfrost! That was my jam!" Mapleshade howls.
"Oops." He shrugs, ushering the couple inside. A lovely silver she-cat with tabby markings identical to Silverstream's pads in behind her tabby mate, eyes wide.
"What lovely décor! So chic! The colors are simply splendid! The red and the gold…oh, how wonderful!" She gushes. Hawkfrost puffs up.
"Well, it was a group effort," He mews, "But I was lobby coordinator!"
"It looks fantastic, darling." The she-cat smiles, "Doesn't it, dear?" The tom grunts.
"Willowbreeze, I don't see why we couldn't have gone to Brindleface's School of Love…" Crookedstar mutters.
"Sweetheart, we're supporting Silverstream! And WCC has gotten some very nice reviews." Willowbreeze chides gently.
"Oh, yes, like three! You know what the rest were? 'WCC ruined my relationship' 'Mapleshade gave me PTSD' 'I'm now in therapy, thanks to WCC!' 'Mapleshade lost me a few billion dollars!'" Crookedstar mews, reading off of a printed list of reviews. Willowbreeze waves him away with a paw.
"Oh, I trust our daughter." She says.
"Mapleshade ruined my life!" Crookedstar yowls.
"Stop it! Honestly, you're acting like a kit." Willowbreeze frowns.
"Like a kit? Mapleshade killed you and two of our children! Then she killed Silverstream!" Crookedstar growls. Hawkfrost whistes casually in the corner. Crookedstar turns to glower at him.
"And don't pretend I don't remember you! You practically destroyed my Clan! And you were no help last time I was here!" He snarls.
"Crookedstar!" Willowbreeze snaps.
"I'll be going…" Hawkfrost mews quickly, darting off into the kitchen to hide in the cupboards. On his way out of the lobby, he whacks Ravenpaw so his headphones fall off.
"What kind of a secretary are you? You're knitting when the clients are here?" He reprimands, dashing away. Crookedstar begins to follow him furiously.
"Get back here you mangy little-"
"Mother? Father? What are you two doing here?" Silverstream asks, emerging from her office just as Ravenpaw leaps up to restrain the Riverclan leader.
"Back off, pipsqueak! Let me at 'im!" Crookedstar snarls, pushing past Ravenpaw.
"And Ravenpaw? Why didn't Hawkfrost tell me you were here?" Silverstream asks, head spinning.
"I thought they did?" Ravenpaw replied questioningly, clinging desperately to Crookedstar's tail.
"Hello, sweetpea, how are you?" Willowbreeze purrs, licking her daughter's cheek, "We're here for our session of course!"
"Session?" Silverstream mews weakly.
"Yes. Didn't you see it on the schedule?" Willowbreeze asks.
"Hawkfrost takes care of scheduling…" Silverstream mumbles. Hearing Ravenpaw grunt, she turns and says, "Oh, let him go. He's not going to hurt anyone."
"Yet." Crookedstar growls as the small black tom releases his grip on his tail.
"Papa," Silverstream sighs. Then, glancing over to her mother, "I don't think I can stand being here while you two are being counseled. It's too much emotional stress."
"Ok, sweetie, go get a muffin. Here, I have a gift card somewhere…" Willowbreeze says sympathetically, rooting around in her purse. Finally, she retrieves a small white card with a picture of one of Daisy's famous 'Everything Muffin's on it. Silverstream smiles.
"Thanks, Mama." She purrs, "And I'm probably going to need an Advil too." Turning to Ravenpaw, she mews sternly: "And I want you to make sure those two don't get it any trouble, ok? Oh, and Mapleshade and Hawkfrost too. Watch them." She adds. Then, the pretty silver tabby grabs her purse and hurries out of WCC. As the large glass doors slam behind her, Ravenpaw smiles at the couple eagerly, ready for his first assignment.
Continued next episode... And I'll have a holiday special up for all you crazy kids too! Exciting much? YAY!
QOTD: Will Ravenpaw last? What's your favorite kind of sock?
Squirrel: Here's our replacement question (don't worry, still counts.) No looking it up! You're allowed to ask, read the books, etc but no internet. Who were Ravenpaw's parents?
Til next time!
~Bright~