You know what's Ironic? Nobody British has view my story. I have Canadians and Aussies, but no Brits. #Target demographics.
December 13th, 1952. West Berlin
Chapter 7: Rosetail's Requiem
Bluefur's POV:
I put my unfinished bowl of cereal in the sink and ran out the door, ditching my sister, who was still eating breakfast. You might be thinking, "Why Bluefur, are you ditching your family?" Thistleclaw is why. Since the beginning of 3rd grade, he had started to walk Snowfur to school, that lovesick mutt. Since he lived a few blocks closer to the school, he would wait at his house for Snowfur, and then they would stroll to school.
"Bluefur, wait up!"
I turned to see Thistleclaw running after me.
"What?" I groaned, slowing my pace. I bet 5 mouse tails he is going to ask about Snowfur.
"Is Snowfur coming?"
(o_O) [Called it. I'll get Rosetail to pay me later.]
"Yes. I just went ahead without her. Where is your family?"
"At school already, I presume."
"See you, Thistleclaw."
"Okay."
What a suck up.
—10 minutes later—
As soon as I walked into the school, I was pulled to a bathroom by the arm by Rosetail.
"Listen, Bluefur. Meet us at the youth room after school. We have to talk about something." Rosetail said, seriously.
{Okay?} (O_o ) ? [What could this be about? Is it a top secret mission?]
"Don't question it. Now, let's get to class."
As we briskly walked towards the classroom, the bell rung, which meant that there was either:
1: 5 more minutes left before school started
2: 2 more minutes left before school started
3: School started
Rosetail picked up her pace, and began to mutter. I took this as a sign that we were late, and began to jog. Rosetail saw me and began to jog too, and by the time we were at the classroom, we were flying through the hallway.
"Are we late?" Rosetail wheezed.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
"What! I thought you were running because we were late!" Rosetail exclaimed through gasps.
"I was just jogging because you were." I panted.
(-(-(- -)-)-)
Screw you too.
"Class started, Ladies. Get to your desks." Our teacher instructed.
—Lunch, 11:30 —
Thrushpelt's POV:
"Hey Thrushpelt, I need to tell you something." Fuzzypelt grabbed my shoulder, and spun me around to face him.
"What?" I inquired.
He leaned closer to my ear.
(0 3 0) -(Pfffft} ( O O) !
"IS THAT SPIT!" I yelled.
Fuzzypelt burst out laughing, and I shook my head left to right.
{Disgusting!} (o_o***) [! #$^ !$ !%]
"WHAT IN STARCLAN'S NAME WAS THAT FOR!"
"Thistleclaw tricked me with this, and I thought you would fall for it too. You looked like a kittypet!"
"Did I hear my name?" Thistleclaw sat down at our table.
"Okay, kittypet." Fuzzypelt responded, " I just did what you told me."
"What did you do, again?" Thistleclaw asked.
"This." Fuzzypelt leaned into my ear, and blew into it.
(o`_´o***) #$%%$#^! #^^#! #$! %#%#$ !#%$! ^! #$# $^ #%
"WHAT THE MOUSEDUNG, FUZZYPELT!"
"Ahh, you mean this." Thistleclaw leaned towards Fuzzypelt.
"Hah!" Fuzzypelt swatted Thistleclaw's hand away, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me!"
(Insert rage face here)
"What was that supposed to mean!" I replied angrily.
"Sorry…." Fuzzypelt mumbled, scratching the back of his head.
"You better be."
"Did we miss anything?" Snowfur said, while sitting down with her posse.
"Not really." Thistleclaw said, moving to make room for the girls, "We were just messing around."
"Where's your sister?" I asked.
I got slapped, and dragged by the scruff of my shirt backwards.
"Learn some manners!" Rosetail exclaimed, "You never ask a twin, much less an identical twin, where their twin is!"
"Why?" I asked.
"All right, we are going to have a talk about implied manners."
"Oww! Fuzzypelt, HELP!"
Fuzzypelt waved, "Bye, Have a nice time!"
A assortments of snorts followed, and I was pulled into the girl's bathroom. Rosetail had a stare that could match the devil.
"Thushpelt," She cracked her knuckles, "I have to take time off my lunch for this."
— Bookstore, 4:00 —
Bluefur's POV:
"Guys, Why are we here? Did somebody die?" I asked.
"Yes, Goosefeather." Rosetail said, exasperated.
"Really?" Asked Thrushpelt.
"That was sarcasm, Thrushpelt." Fuzzypelt sighed, covering his face with his hand.
"Listen," Rosetail started.
"Here comes one of her rants." Fuzzypelt whispered.
"I have dealt with poor manners, had to sit through detention due to Thrushpelt's bias alibis, and plenty of other mouse dung. I don't give a FOX DUNG about your FOX DUNGY PROBLEMS!"
(O O) [She used FOX DUNG?! She must be very pissed.]
"Woah, don't drop the F-bomb." Fuzzypelt said, shocked. Or sarcasm. It could be interrupted either way.
"What are you going to do about it, huh?!" Rosetail glared.
"Has anybody told you you're extremely whiny?" Fuzzypelt huffed.
"There's a coaster right here. Do you have anything to say, Hmmm?!" Rosetail snapped.
Clearly, Fuzzypelt has not forgot the book throwing escapade a few months back when he insulted the out of place cat wallpaper.
"Nothing…" Fuzzypelt mumbled, " Maybe you should calm down?"
Rosetail took a deep breath, "Fine, but don't annoy me, or you are getting it."
"Okay. Anyways, the reason we are here is because we are going meet up with the CIA and the Frenchies this weekend, and I wanted to give you a heads up. It's like a spy gathering for the west." (See what I did?) Fuzzypelt told us.
"That's all?" Rosetail said in disbelief.
"Do you hate Americans?" Thrushpelt asked.
"I came all the way here, FOR NOTHING!?"
"Must be having a period." Fuzzypelt noted.
"She's not a teen though." Thrushpelt remarked.
Rosetail cracked her knuckles.
—Saturday, 9:00 —
Bluefur's POV:
I called out, "Dad, I need to talk to you in private."
"Fine."
Dad walked over to me, and leaned down. "What do you need to tell me."
"Our 'group' is traveling to the spy gathering today, and I will be gone for the day. I will be home for dinner." I began walking.
"Woah," Dad grabbed my collar, "You can just tell me right now! You need to tell me before hand!"
"Sorry, Dad, but I need to go." I apologized.
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My Dad sighed, "Allright. Put on a coat and a scarf though. It's expected to have a snowstorm later today. I make an excuse for the reason why you are gone."
"Thanks Dad." I waved before I left.
As I walked to the Bookstore, I saw Thrushpelt walking on the opposite of the road.
"Hey Thrushpelt!" I waved, "Over here!"
He didn't notice me, and an idea popped in my head. I jaywalked to his side of the road, and snuck behind him.
"BOO!"
"GAH!"
I chuckled as Thrushpelt jumped at least a quarter of a meter.
"Great Starclan! You scared me, Bluefur!" He breathed.
"That was the point." I nudged him.
He rolled his eyes.
An uncomfortable silence blew over our conversation.
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"So…" Thrushpelt started, "Where do you live?"
I turned towards him with a confused face.
Starclan, is he a stalker?
"Not like that! I was just asking because this is normally how I get to school, and you're walking the same path as I would be." He assured me.
"Oh, I live 5 blocks down." I answered.
"That way?" He pointed backwards.
"Yup."
"That's interesting, I actually live 6 blocks down in a apartment." He spoke.
"No mouse dung!" I exclaimed.
"Yes mouse dung!" Thrushpelt said, excited.
I snorted, and Thrushpelt corrected, "I mean, yeah."
"So, how did you get invited to the MI-6?"
"Well, I tracked down Fuzzypelt, who was the first to be chosen to be a part of the secret service, to a bookstore. What was weird was the fact that Fuzzypelt actually goes to read.
(- -) [He's not wrong]
Once there, I realized that that was a really good space to relax. One day, when I was in 2nd grade, I was waiting for the bathroom…"
"When will this person finish!" I thought.
"Excuse me, can you hurry up?" I asked.
"..."
Okay then. Did the man have to remain silent? He kinda rude.
"Are you even there?"
"Hello?"
"Anyone?"
"Mr.?"
Hmm… I guess he doesn't want to answer. Guess I'll..
"Wahhh!"
I slipped and face planted into the floor. Ouch… On the plus side, the door is opened.
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Why is the door opened?
I walked into the bathroom, face still stinging from that accident, and sat on the toilet. After finishing my business, I walked over to the sink, and twisted the cold water.
Nothing spew out of the faucet, so I checked under the sink. To my surprise, a piece of pipe was replaced by wood. I pulled on the wood to get it out, but it wouldn't budge, so I gently twisted the wood.
"BAM!"
The door behind me closed, and the room began sinking.
What is going on?!
Suddenly, the room twisted, and thrown into the wall. I grabbed onto the pipe, and hid under the sink. Suddenly, the room twisted the other way, but I luckily could hang on to the rail. Eventually, the room stopped moving and the doors opened.
I ran as quickly out of the room, and into a huge furnished space.
"Thrushpelt!?"
I turned around to see Sweetpaw shocked.
"Yes?"
"How did you get here?"
"I honestly don't know."
"Can we eliminate him?" A woman shouted.
"Are you mental?" Another man replied.
Sweetpaw sighed, "...Might as well join us then."
….. And that is how I got in the MI 6."
"That's … interesting." I responded.
"How did you get invited to the MI 6?" Thrushpelt asked.
"Rosetail invited me to the secret service during my mom's funeral." I told Thrushpelt.
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He looked at the ground, "Oh.."
"It's fine." I shrugged it off.
"You're sure?" He asked.
"Yup. Ah, we're the book store!" I pointed.
"Yeah. Are you prepared for the trip?" He opened the door, and motioned for me to go first.
"Of course. Even got a thermos!" I waved my cup in front of him.
"Shhh." A young adult said from a table filled with books and papers.
"Okay." I whispered back to him.
I walked to the bathroom, and opened the door. Thrushpelt obviously went to the other bathroom.
I locked the door, and pushed the wood in. I grabbed onto the rail, and held on.
Once the "ride" finished, I walked to the youth room to find Fuzzypelt and Rosetail arguing about something.
"Candles are supposed to be lit! How was I supposed to know?!"
"How do you not know these are Hanukkah candles!"
(- -) [Not again.]
"I'm not Jewish!"
"You don't have to be Jewish!"
"Guys! What is going on?!" Thrushpelt interjected.
"He lit the Hanukkiah (Hanukkah candles) when it wasn't supposed to be!" Rosetail pointed accusingly.
"Could we calm down?" Thrushpelt began.
"Not until they apologize." x2
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Thrushpelt gulped. "So, let's start by agreeing what hap-"
"Hurry up kids! We are leaving!" A man shouted from the main room, to which Thrushpelt sighed of relief.
"Okay. Coming!" Fuzzypelt yelled back.
As we funneled into the cars, I noticed something.
"Hey Rosetail, why are you wearing a skirt when it is about to snow?"
"Is it?" She questioned.
"Yeah." Thrushpelt said, "Did you not prepare?"
Rosetail looked around her, and realized that we all had jackets and scarfs. Fuzzypelt even wore mittens.
"We're inside, right?" She asked, nervously.
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You poor thing
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Thrushpelt shook his head.
"Mouse dung."
Next chapter will be next Sunday!