MountainClan Goes to the Mall

[Wildstar]

Ooc: I don't know about the rest of you, but I HATE shopping with a burning passion. It's painful, stressful, and, in the end, I always feel downright crappy (to put it mildly). The people I'm stuck shopping with don't help much either, because they love shopping and always find what they want [and more].
Instead, I figured, screw shopping with them, I'd rather shop with you guys. So, let the moths fly free from your wallets and take a trip to the ATM, 'cause you're going shopping.

All regular roleplay rules apply, but that's about it. Go crazy!

[Willowfoot]

ooc: Is this going to be set up like the chatroom RP or will it be paragraph?

[Wildstar]

Ooc: Probably paragraph. It'll turn out more like a story than a chatroom. I figure the whole thing'll end up something like "When We Walk", which is a hilarious LotR fanfic (the mall chapters are quite good, and I apologize for rambling...).

[Willowfoot]

ooc: Are they playing as character who know what a mall is or confused cats trapped inside?

[Wildstar]

Ooc: A little bit of both, I think. Like, let's say StarClan told MountainClan that they must complete some shopping list and do it in under six hours.

[Willowfoot]

ooc: LOL.
I'll let you start, so you can establish what's going on.

[Wildstar]

Ooc: As you wish, Princess Buttercup. -shot-

Bic:
Wildstar started into wakefulness, her fur standing on end. StarClan had sent her a prophecy, in clearer terms than they had ever done. Sighing in resignation, the pure black she-cat emerged from her den onto the Tallspire.
"Let all cats of the Clan join beneath the Tallspire for a Clan meeting," she yowled.
"MountainClan, StarClan has sent me a sign that must be obeyed immediately. In plain terms, they have commanded that the entire Clan must catch a subway (whatever that may be), to the nearest shopping center. At first, I was completely unaware that such a place could exist within our world, but StarClan assured me that it was so. They say that a shopping center is a place for Twolegs, where fresh-kill, furs, and other pleasantries are exchanged for things considered of equal value. Only the bravest of Twolegs dare to go there, and only the bravest of felines is permitted to undergo such a quest.
"They have commanded that we find them these particular items: thirty pairs of dark-wash denim jeans, twenty-two containers of coffe grind, sixteen silver hoodies, ten pairs of stiletto heels, six long-distance cellphone plans, two copies of Stephanie Meyers' "Twilight", and a new washing machine, to replace the one Galaxyfur broke.
"But this dangerous task is made even more so by our time limit: six hours. For when six hours is up, we will be stranded in Twolegplace, where we can only rent a cheap, one bed motel room, without continental breakfast and no wireless Internet."

[Sleetfoot]

**Lol That's my Glazey **

At the mention of no internet, Sleetfoot gasped. "WHAT! NEVER! We must do this!" He stood up and protectivley let his tail fall around Bluesky. "Who is to go, Wildstar?"

Fallentree looked up from his place just outside the elders den. "I wouldn't make it three fox lengths in a place like that. I had to undergo this test many many moons ago and I could not do it again."

[Wildstar]

Wildstar looked down at Sleetfoot, not because she disrespected the senior warrior, but, because she was standing on an incline. "All cats are demanded to go," at this she looked directly at Fallentree. "Mostly to make the quest more difficult, seeing as elders complain so much as it is. Getting lost is just one of those things that naturally occurs in a mall. And, if we lose one of you, we will know you died for a brave cause."
Falcontail stood, his tail raised in a warrior's salute. "For Stephanie Meyer... I mean, StarClan, I will go!"

[Lightfur]

Lightfur stood at attention, her gaze fixed on her leader as the black she-cat solemnly explain their mission. Her bright eyes widening slightly as she considered, she was nearly bouncing as Wildstar proclaimed that all cats would go. "Yes!" she murmured happily, relieved that she wouldn't have to stay behind and watch the camp. Coffee! Stiletto Heels! This was the greatest thing since… since…Since forever! "Wildstar, Wildstar! Can we go now, please? Right now? Right-" Lightfur caught herself. She was deputy for goodness' sake! She put a more dignified expression on her face. "Um, I mean, when do we set off on this mission, oh illustrious leader?"

Pearclaw had no such limitations. "Ohmigod, we're going to the mall?" she squealed excitedly. "Can we pretty please get soft pretzels from the food court? With, like, cheese on them? And we totally have to stop at the arcade. This is going to totally rock!"

Dawnkit looked over at the black-and-white she-cat in confusion. "What's a food-court?" she asked.

"It's, like, a fresh-kill pile for Twoloegs." replied Pearlclaw happily. "And they have PRETZELS."

"How do you know that?" questioned Dawnkit.

Pearlclaw suddenly looked guilty. "Um… I guessed! That's right! I mean, how would I actually know anything about a Twolegplace? It's not like I sneak out in the middle of the night and go to the mall for soft pretzels and large Diet Cokes. Or even for pizza with pineapple and ham on it. Speaking of which, we totally have to get pizza while we're there!"

Dawnkit blinked, then decided that it was safest to completely ignore Pearlclaw. She looked up at her excited father, and then up at Wildstar. "Wildstar, do us kits get to go too?" she asked. If they could that would be great! Even if Twolegs were a little bit scary, her mom and dad were coming, and it would be an awesome adventure!

[Willowfoot]

Flowertail brightened and mischievously thought of how much other stuff she could buy. Of course Stonepelt knew what she was thinking and also how Willowpaw would go about things and became a statue of horror. "Buhbuhbuh..." he muttered.

Willowpaw smiled in anticipation. "No worries dad! We won't make you carry everything! ...Just the washing machine!"
"Good StarClan." Stonepelt looked at his paws. "Well, at least we're getting coffee."

"Do not worry, kits! I shall assure that you get to go too!" Meowed Bramblepaw, "And I need something to do to make sure I don't have to carry any of Willow's stuff. You're in good hands--er... paws!"

Flowertail shot him a stormy glare. "And I shall assure that you at least carry some of the stuff." She looked at her daughter. "We're in good paws," she said with a smile.

Once more, Stonepelt shuddered.

[Wildstar]

Wildstar descended the Tallspire majestically, mostly just holding in her own excitement, and somewhat letting everycat's excitement spill over. When she reached the bottom, she beamed, exposing milk-white teeth.
"As StarClan said, all cats are commanded to come along. But, before that, we need to figure out what I subway is, and how to get on it."
Falcontail winked. "No worries, Wildstar. I haven't roamed the entire countryside to come back empty-headed. I know all about subways. But, we'll need cash-fare, the clerks don't accept fresh-kill, or debit."

[Willowfoot]

ooc: Or debit. Haha!

ic:

Stonepelt reluctantly raised his head. "I have cash. In my travels with the patrol, the Twolegplace gave us many clues as to how Twolegs get money. I have a huge stash under my bed in the Warrior's den. I think one of those ones with the picture of the twoleg with glasses and weird hair should do with one for everyone." He paused. "If you think about Galaxyfur's 'arithmetic', it has a One-Zero-Zero on it."

A girlish gasp escaped Flowertail, Willowpaw, AND Bramblepaw and they rushed into the den, eager to collect their money.

[Wildstar]

"When you three return, I suggest you give the money to me. StarClan sent me this message directly, so it is only fair that I should decide who gets to hold the money for the duration of the trip, er, quest. Speaking of who holds the money, it should also be decided who stays in which patrol, and who leads it. Although I would normally choose myself, Lightfur and Starlight, since none of us are the most experienced with Twolegplace, Falcontail, Stonepelt and Sleetfoot will each lead a patrol (meaning they hold the money)."

[Willowfoot]

A loud "MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" escaped Stonepelt's jaws for a moment before he clamped them shut. "Was that out loud?"

Willowpaw gave her green wad of paper to her dad before she opened her mouth to say, "Are you sure we shouldn't let PEARLCLAW be a patrol leader?" She walked over to her mentor and cuffed her lightly over the ear. (She had to jump to reach it.)

ooc: MAYBE I SHOULD STOP MAKING SUCH SHORT AND USELESS POSTS AND LET SOMEONE ELSE SAY SOMETHING.