Petalpounce pads into the clinic with pizza, to see Feathershine semi-passed-out on the reception desk, a few cats crowding around her.
Feathershine: Mottledleaf.
Feathershine: I. Am. Dying.
Mottledleaf: No, you're not. Calm down.
Sandstone: *glances at Petalpounce* She has a cold.
Feathershine: *is offended* I have been plagued by the very bane of our earth! How can you have no sympathy for me!
Mottledleaf: Does this mean I can counsel today?
Multiple cats, in unison: NO.
Mottledleaf: :(
Petalpounce: So who was the pizza for?
Fethershine: MINE. EVERYTHING IS MINE. I LEAVE WHATEVER IS LEFT OF THIS CHEESY GOODNESS TO NETTLEBOUNCE IN MY WILL.
Nettlebounce: Wait, really?
Feathershine: Only because you haven't been making fun of my ailment.
Mottledleaf: *shoves her* Only because she wants a raise.
Nettlebounce: ...
Sandstone: *opens the pizza box* Meat supreme? Again? Really?
Petalpounce: *flicks his ears* Always.
The bell tinkles as a ginger tomcat, who couldn't be much older than nine months, walks into the reception area.
???: ( ◠‿◠ )
Nettlebounce: Hi, are you see to see Feathershine.
???: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Nettlebounce: *pads over to her desk* What's your name?
???: *is distracted; glances at Petalpounce*
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Petalpounce: *ears flatten* Not a she-cat. I know, it's hard to believe.
???: (OvO)
Nettlebounce: So......did you have an appointment? Or a name?
???: (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾
Feathershine: *looks over from eating pizza* I say we call him Gingerfur.
Mottledleaf: What?! No, Feathershine, you can't just decide someone's name.
Feathershine: *to the orange cat* are you okay with being called Gingerfur?
Almost-Gingerfur: (*^◯^*)
Feathershine: Gingerfur it is.
Nettlebounce: Sure, okay, but what is he doing here???
Gingerfur: ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ
Petalpounce: I think he just wants to hang with us.
Gingerfur: （╹◡╹）
Sandstone: How did you know??
Petalpounce: I'm actually a psychic.
Mottledleaf: ...that explains so much.
Feathershine, having finished her pizza, discards the box on the floor.
Gingerfur: ('◉⌓◉') *looks in horror at the box of pizza, which now has a noticeable lack of pizza*
Gingerfur: *curls up in a corner* ('༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ')
Feathershine: Is he okay?
Petalpounce: *glares, feeling strangely protective* He wanted pizza, mouseheart.
Gingerfur: ｡ﾟ(ﾟ'Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡
Petalpounce: *hurries over* shhh, shhh, it's okay. Petalpounce will take you back to the pizza place and make you any pizza you want, okay?
Gingerfur: (・・?)・。
Petalpounce: Mm-hm. You wanna go?
Gingerfur: ('°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
Petalpounce: Yeah, that's right, it's okay, let's go...
They leave. There are a few moments of silence.
Sandstone: OMG HE WAS SO ADORABLE-
Mottledleaf: HE'S SO SMOL-
Nettlebounce: PURE CINNAMON ROLL, TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD, TOO PURE-
Feathershine: I WANT TO TAKE HIS FACE AND SQUISH IT-
Fireheart: HE WAS ALMOST AS CUTE AS CINDERKIT-
Nettlebounce: WHERE DID YOU EVEN COME FROM
Chapter by Leafyyy 🍃
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A Counseling Catastrophe
HumorWhen the owner of a quaint counseling business mysteriously dies, Feathershine is left to take her aunt's burden on her shoulders. The dementia-ridden Fireheart, Nettlebounce and Petalbounce, and sometimes Sandstone, if she shows up to work, are the...
