Evil CaC Coffee Shop - Fulfilling every villian's needs! -

[krazykitty00]

Thistlethorn paid no mind the fighting behind her, simply sipping her coffee casually and uncaring. Nettlefoot watched the fight though her eyes were blank and typically unimpressed. Though watching the new molly appear, Thistlethorn narrowed her eyes at the way she walked up to the dark tom. Yea, in less than two seconds, she had found a new enemy. But she casually ignored her too, keeping her line of sight upon Ravenstar. "Of you ask me, it is better this way. Where we come from, this whole.... clan business would be frowned upon. We were once leaders of quite a notorious group of troublemakers. Though that began to grow dull and thus we left. Lo and behold we stumble upon Soulclan." "Though if we would have known clan life would be as boring as this, we wouldn't have left." Nettlefoot mumbled through her coffee mug, earning a nod to her sister. "Yes. But my plan will spark a flame in even the most worn of candles." She bragged, giving Ravenstar a smile and a wink.

[eltonn]

"Mm." Ravenstar grunted. He took a sip out of his mug, aware of the amount of shecats sitting around him. The tom put his mug down slowly and straightened up, not looking at any other them. "Just so that you are all aware and don't get any more ideas, I have a mate and am not planning to leave her. Our children are strong Witherclan warriors, and we are very happy together. Thank you."

Minnowsplash opened the entrance to the coffee shop as wide as it would go, leaping into the building. The spritely young tom bounded over to his father, his eyes bright. "Heck yeah, I'm a great warrior!" If cats could fistpump, her certainly would have. Ravenstar held back a groan as his eccentric son began to chat with the surrounding felines. "Hey there, I'm Minnowsplash! So what's this place? Secret club?"

[MockSun]

Bramblepaw silently thanked the stars the rest of the cats in the shop seemed to miss her choking on her coffee. She breathed a sigh of relief, wondering if anyone would catch on if she spilled her cup by "accident". She couldn't finish this stuff. Her attention drifted to the other cat's conversations, and she didn't miss everyone fawning over Ravenstar. She didn't get it. Was he actually that attractive? She didn't see it, personally. Maybe it a leader thing? Would she have she-cats falling at her heels if she became leader, too? She had to admit, it was pretty tempting. She hid a snicker behind her cup. Bramblestar did have a pretty nice ring to it, but Heatherstar and Smokeclaw weren't going away anytime soon, so it would have to stay in her fantasies. She didn't speak up as she watched the rather... energetic tom who had just pranced in, her golden eyes wide and curious. Huh. He looked more like he belonged in BeechClan than WitherClan, she observed quietly.

[justice'n'joy]

Tigerwing slinks in the door of the coffee shop. He is proud to have joined this place and shows cats some photos of his favourite daughter Featherpaw, who killed her brother and tells everyone that one day she will join the coffee shop too.

(Seeing as they're cats, they should have a catflap! X3 )

[Dinolil1]

Swanfoot internally groaned. If there was anything she hated, it was a taken man, but nevertheless the snowy white cat backed off, feeling rather humiliated. Lashing her tail, Swanfoot turned to see a cocky warrior burst in, crowing loudly. ''So this is your son...he appears to have gotten your brains...'' Swanfoot murmured sarcastically under her breath. Rippedears spat furiously, glaring venomously at Cedarslash. ''Its Rippedears to you, mousebrain!'' He growled, hackles raised. The calico warrior was a bundle of seething rage, claws scratching the dark holly floors, teeth bared, glinting white. In one smooth motion, Rippedears crashed into the smaller warrior, claws ripping into her flank. ''You're going down for that!'' He yowled. Swanfoot watched the energetic warrior carefully, turning away from him, to watch yet another cat stride in, waving some photos around. ''It'll be good to have a smarter apprentice around...'' Swanfoot purred, leaving Cootpaw quite hurt, glaring bitterly at Swanfoot. The black and white apprentice huffed, and turned away from Swanfoot sulking away from the crowd, her loyal brother plodding after her. They did not know what to do to prove their worth to Swanfoot.

[krazykitty00]

"Why look at you! Being all loyal and stuff. It's cute." Nettlefoot teased, giggling a bit at the leader before her. "Don't go getting a big head simply because I chose to waste energy talking to you love." The molly winked, earning a chuckle from Thistlethorn. "Sister dear is right, though I must ask, is this mate of yours..... aware, of your current whereabouts?" She asked slowly, getting to her paws and beginning to circle the dark pelted leader. "Does she knew the dark thoughts that defile that sweet mind of yours? Is she, dare I say, approving of such matters?" She smirked, as she walked, casting glances at him from the corner of her eye. "My my, some love if you can barely trust your mate with such a secret, don't you agree?" Thistlethorn concluded, settling to her paws in the same spot she began, now batting her eyelashes at Ravenstar, waiting for his answer with each lash of her tail. Provoking and persuasion, that, was her strong suit.

[.galaxy.]

Arriving two hours late was Brackenfrost of Birchclan, a dark tabby with sharp blue eyes and holder of a starbucks caramel latte. He looked utterly unimpressed with what he saw upon entering the coffee shop, emphasizing this with a slow twitch of his whiskers. "S'up losers." He called out, finding a comfortable spot in a corner and sitting down to watch the goings on. "What'd i miss."

[Dinolil1]

Swanfoot internally groaned. If there was anything she hated, it was a taken man, but nevertheless the snowy white cat backed off, feeling rather humiliated. Lashing her tail, Swanfoot turned to see a cocky warrior burst in, crowing loudly. ''So this is your son...he appears to have gotten your brains...'' Swanfoot murmured sarcastically under her breath. Rippedears spat furiously, glaring venomously at Cedarslash. ''Its Rippedears to you, mousebrain!'' He growled, hackles raised. The calico warrior was a bundle of seething rage, claws scratching the dark holly floors, teeth bared, glinting white. In one smooth motion, Rippedears crashed into the smaller warrior, claws ripping into her flank. ''You're going down for that!'' He yowled. Swanfoot watched the energetic warrior carefully, turning away from him, to watch yet another cat stride in, waving some photos around. ''It'll be good to have a smarter apprentice around...'' Swanfoot purred.

Cootpaw and Burrpaw glanced at the newcomer, whom seemed to be full of an egotistical disdain for the cafe. Flicking an ear, Cootpaw sighed. ''Nothing aside from a few ladies flirting with Ravenstar.'' She murmured. ''You've not missed the fight though...'' Burrpaw interjected, motioning to the brawling Rippedears and Cedarslash. Cootpaw nodded. ''If you're interested in that kind of thing...''

[eltonn]

Ravenstar didn't bat a lash. "I'm here so I know what's going on in other clans. Probably not why you lot are visiting. Death- what you all seem to enjoy so much- only weakens a clan. I aim to make them stronger." He flicked a bit of dirt off his claws. "And that is what makes us different from you. My upbringing made me tough, so tough I am. Killing is not always the answer. I know this, and so does Doveheart." He took another sip of coffee. "Plus, coffee." Ravenstar strategically ignored Swanfoot's scathing comments. Minnowsplash was prideful, but he was strong enough to defend himself.

"So, I just got here too, but all the shecats are talking to my dad for some reason." Minnowsplash told Brackenfrost. "Ooh! Is that caramel? Do they have caramel here?"

[.galaxy.]

Fights and flirting, incredible. "I'm always interested in watching morons fight each other, as a matter of fact." His eyes glittered with amusement at the brawling cats and he sipped in an almost comically dainty way at his latte. He was content to watch Rippedears and Cedarslash pummel each other when Minnowsplash spoke, earning his attention. "Can't say I ever had that problem." He snorted, looking around to get a feel of the cats around him. It seemed like a disaster waiting to happen, and that just made him eager to watch it go down. "But uh, I didn't take any chances with their menu - or lack thereof. Starbucks." Brackenfrost shook the cup at Minnowsplash with a grin.