Starclan Bucks

A somewhat short lady walks in, hair floofed up and amber eyes bright. "Hello. I need, uh..." She looks at a list. "Six coffees, twelve donuts, three cappuccinos and... one plastic spider?" She shrugs and gets out her wallet. This is Blossome Amour, a full-time mother who keeps the adoption centers empty. She practically owns an orphanage. The kids call her Funmom. She is fluent in French and English and has a thick French accent.

Coffeepaw gives the lady a weird look. Why the heck would she need all of this food. Coffeepaw shrugged. The more things she wants, the more she pays, the more Coffeepaw gets payed. He shouts down the door to where the baristas are working. "Six coffees! Twelves donuts! Triple order of cappuccinos! And one plastic spider! DO NOT put a real spider in this time! Looking at you Prankpaw!" He turned back to the lady. "Your order is coming up soon. Oh also I need your I.D. We had some problems with criminals recently."

She pulls her ID out, showing it but keeping a firm grip.

"And passport?" Said Coffeepaw. Honestly, he didn't know why Moneyface kept installing these new ridiculous policies.

Blossome looked back up at Coffeepaw. "Are you serious?" She asked, exasperated. "I Don't have a passport! I've never been out of the country!"

Coffeepaw shot Blossome an evil look. Then he went to the area where the Baristas worked. He quietly told them (So Blossome wouldn't hear) that they could all eat they food they had prepared for Blossome. Then he picked up the phone in the back, dialed 420 the Starclan Bucks security team, and told them that someone without a passport was here. Then the Starclan Bucks Security Team came waltzing in.

OOC: Please do not post until someone signs up for the SCB Security Team and then posts here.

She only had dozed off for five minutes, finally feeling a little content with her life, but her ring tone rang loud throughout her den. Hazeflight begun to regret her life choices a little more, especially her choice of ring tone, Why did she have to choose Tom Hiddleston singing The Lovesick Blues. Groggily, the silver she-cat rolled over answering the call "Whomst must i arrest now?" she groaned.

After being informed of all the details, the bengal warrior bounded to wards StarClan Bucks. SBI! Open up!" she hissed kicking the door off it is hinges and leaping into the coffee shop. Hazeflight turned and looked at the door, wincing slightly. She'd deal with that later. Angrily she resumed her job, stalking towards Blossome claws unsheathed. "You're coming with me." she hissed.

"Your order is coming right up!" Steamfoot yelled back cheerfully. Behind her delighted exterior, she was a bit irritated. Six coffees? Who even drank that much? At least she wasn't the one who had to make all twelve of the donuts. Whoever was ordering this must have a lot of kids, or a lot of stomach. Walking over to the coffee maker, she prepared six StarClan Bucks cups and started making the coffee. The trickle of the coffee maker and the noise from the cafe was something she was used to hearing, and it hardly ever bothered her. Once she had made all six coffees, mixed in the cream, and put them on a tray, Coffeepaw came waltzing in and told her that they didn't actually need to serve it and could drink it for themselves. Really? "Aww, I was looking forward to making someone happy today. Well, at least I get to enjoy a nice coffee!" Her tone was one of excitement, and a smile filled her face. But as soon as nobody was looking, she picked up a cup of coffee and chugged it. The caffeine gave her a bit of much needed energy, and in less than a minute she had drank the entire cup. The other five could be served to other customers. That's when she heard the door slam onto the ground and the security system rush in shouting. Really? Making sure that nobody outside of the kitchen could see her, she waited for it all to be over.

Blossomheart(switching back to her real name) ripped away from Hazeflight. She yelled back, "You'll pay for this! I'll- I'll sue you!" ahs she tore away down the street.

"You fool." said Coffeepaw. "The penalty for criminal activity within a Starclan bucks is DEATH! ...Again since you're already dead!" He shouted down the street at her. Coffeepaw then handed a tazer gun to Hazeflight. "You know what to do." Coffeepaw then flipped the sign to say 'open' now that the business was over.

'Unfortunately..." Hazeflight mumbled. With a flick of her tail, the snowy bengal leapt out of StarClan Bucks in pursuit of Blossomheart. It'd taken her moons of training, but now she was doing stuff like this everyday - high speed chases, brawls and robbery. Blossomheart was just another day at work for the starry cat.

It wasn't long before she was upon Blossomheart, firing the taser. With a sigh, she ied up the criminal. You woke me up, and you're going to pay for that! she hissed while slinging the cat over her shoulders. 'I'm taking you to the manager. Moneyface won't be happy when he sees me dragging you in."

It wasn't too far from StarClan bucks where she'd captured the run away Blossomheart, making it a quick trip to Moneyface. Once inside Moneyface's office, Hazeflight dumped Blossomheart on the floor. The snowy bengal inhaled deeply then shook out her fur. "She's all yours," she mewed flicking her tail in goodbye and dropping the taser on the floor as she departed the office.

Moneyface grunted as Blossomheart was dragged in. "You interupted mah coin countin' and you shouldn' of don' that." He took out his hamster pistol and shot Blossomheart in the forehead, then instantly bought a teleporter with his fortune, and tossed Blossomheart on. Blossomheart is now in jail.

'Smokeface was, as any faithful janitor would be, sneaking around the hallways, not really doing his job. Except sometimes. When it was cool to do your job. But today wasn't cool, because it's never cool when Smokeface is around. 'Cause he's a hot janitor.'

Eavesdropping on the manager's office and his swift execution of Blossomheart, he was telling himself this monologue, proclaiming his own ultimate coolness (and hotness), when Hazelflight, stormed out through the door, looking defeated. He chuckled, and, abandoning his duties, followed her until he was by her side, grinning. "Aye, ye lookin' like som'one's just been shot wit' a hams'er gun and sent t' jail, sissy." he commented.