Meeting Starclan's Starclan's Assistant.
A.N. Finally! The chapter, I've started typing it. Wow it's a miracle!
"I don't know Coldstar… do you think that these shoes look okay on me?" Creamcloud asked the shoes were a big bright red with yellow polka dots all over. (And came with a free red rubber squeaky clown nose as a gift with every pair while supplies last.) "I feel completely ridiculous!" She complained as she took off the silly shoes and forcefully threw them back into their box, only to become more frustrated when one of the shoes missed and bounced away landing with a small thump facing toward Creamcloud with what she recognized as what might have been an angry glare at her.
"Stormpelt, Creamcloud!" Coldstar called from the checkout counter, "Come on! I'm leaving with or without you. And at this rate, it'll be without you!" He hissed impatiently. He quickly checked in his shopping bag to make sure he got the right shoes. Coldstar opened the box and peeked in at a pair of bubblegum pick high heels. With a small sigh of satisfaction he closed the box and put it back in the shopping bag. "Hmmmm…" Coldstar looked up at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression, "I think I'd like some sushi." He meowed to himself quietly.
"No," came a whisper in Coldstar's ear from what sounded like far away, "Starclan's Starclan's Assistant recommends the tuna at The Sushi Cabana. Or the grilled salmon!"
"Do you really think that would be any good?" Coldstar mewed to the fading voice.
"Yessss!" It whispered.
"Really?" Coldstar meowed hoping of some reassurance.
"YES! Just do what I say!" The voice hissed loudly in Coldstar's ear. Then whispered, "or else…" The voice's last two words echoed in Coldstar's mind, fading and then growing louder and fading again and getting louder once more.
"Okay… I think I get your point now," Coldstar meowed getting annoyed.
"Oh…" The voice laughed nervously, "Sorry, sometimes I just have so much fun I get carried away." The voice faded one last time with the promise of returning soon lingering in the air. The final promise the Assistant had made as her voice faded away made Coldstar tremble with the thought. 'Wait a second!' He thought, 'if Starclan's Starclan's Assistant is speaking to me… then what happened to Starclan's Starclan person? And what happened to Starclan?' He gave the walls a questioning look. 'Wow,' he thought to himself, 'now that's some confusing logic to spend restless hours pondering over and through to the ridiculously early hours of the morning.' "Assistant person. I have a question!" Coldstar meowed frantically hoping that he would get an answer, "what happened to Starclan and their Starclan person you're assistant to?"
A note addressed to Coldstar came out of nowhere and landed at his paws, "Thank you!" He mewed and began reading the message.
The message read: 'Starclan has cone out to lunch, be back when me feel like it Flip to back.' Coldstar flipped it, 'so until then, Starclan's Starclan and her assistant will take over, flip paper!' He flipped it back to the front and looked at it with mild surprise that the message continued from where it had left off. ' We send love and concern as well as our greatest apologies from Starclan's management. Flip one last time.' Coldstar flipped it again, 'P.S. Good luck! You'll need it!' Coldstar nodded his understanding and mewed, "but what about Starclan's Starclan that you're Assistant to?" A second note addressed to Coldstar fell out of nowhere and landed at Coldstar's paws.
The second note read: 'The one you referred to, as "the one you are Assistant to," wishes to be called Kitty, and she (flip paper).' Coldstar flipped it, 'has left this… whatever this place is… and she has decided to join Talltail, Stonepelt, Aurorapaw, and Plasmapaw in their shopping. She left about fifteen minutes ago actually. Love from, Kitty's one and only, not to mention true, Assistant. P.S. Be jealous of my position, Coldstar! Be very jealous!' Shocked at the Assistant's ending to her message on her cheap pink sticky note made him jump almost fearfully as she laughed an evil sounding laugh that faded away slowly. "Wow, that fading machine is really nifty," Coldstar made the mistake of thinking out loud.
"I know! Isn't it just so awesome?" the voice came back and was then gone as quickly as it had come.
'Now that's just creepy and annoying,' Coldstar thought quietly, deciding that it would be better if her kept his mouth shut for a while and not provoke the voices. 'The voices don't like to be provoked,' he thought, a chill rose up his spine at the memory of what happened in therapy last time. "Creamcloud, why did you pour yet another cup of ice cubes on be?" Coldstar meowed giving his deputy a glare in attempt to cover his amusement as Creamcloud gave Coldstar her 'innocent-I-didn't-do-it' look that screamed out 'guilty as charged' to Coldstar.
A.N. And that's the end of this abnormally short chapter… I'll have the next chapter up ASAP!