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The Warriors Café Tales
Bluestar and the strange questions that were asked
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Warriors series.
The rain was lightly coming down as a blue-grey she-cat with blue eyes entered a coffee shop to start her shift at the Warriors Café.
It was placed by the Four Trees Train station as a sort of neutral ground for all four clans to unwind.
The train station had Meowisons and Sainspurrs within a five minute walk. As the most senior worker at the Warriors Café, she had seen her fair share of customers.
From the grumpiest elder trying to order something they did not sale to the rudest apprentice not replying to her greetings, Bluestar had thought she had seen it all.
But this closing shift would leave her questioning how some of these cats made it past kit hood.
Bluestar had greeted her two co-workers, Tallstar and Goldenflower as she went towards the back to get ready for her shift.
Goldenflower had clocked out and told Bluestar that she would see Bluestar on Thursday, which was their next shift.
Bluestar spoke to Tallstar about her tasks for the shift before she clocked in.
The blue-grey she-cat covered the till while Tallstar took his break. She started to fill up the shelves of drinks when she saw a customer at the till.
“Do you speak Badger?” asked a dark grey tom who hovered near a pale tabby tom, who Bluestar was taking the order from.
“Err, no?” she answered with confusion in her tone. The dark grey tom was silent for a second.
“Do you hate Badger?” asked the tom. Bluestar looked at the tom asking the odd question with more confusion, but she just returned to her task.
‘What a strange thing to ask to my answer about not speaking badger?’ she thought to herself.
Bluestar put the two single espressos down and went to go back to her task, when the dark grey tom spoke again.
“What is the difference between these two sugar packets?” he asked, holding a white sugar packet and a brown sugar packet.
“I think the only difference is the colour of the sugar granules. One is white sugar, the other is brown sugar,” she stammered, her confusion growing.
The dark grey tom did not say anything else and left. Bluestar went to the back to grab more drinks that needed filling and saw Tallstar in the office.
“Tallstar, I had a weird interaction with a customer. He asked if I spoke Badger, then did I hate Badgers,” she informed him.
The Windclan Leader agreed it was weird then informed Bluestar that the delivery of stock was due at ten past two. He clocked out and left.
Bluestar continued to man the till and fill up when a young cream coloured she-cat approached the till.
“Excuse me, but my phone is about to die. Can I charge it up here?” asked the young she-cat.
“I am terribly sorry, but all of our sockets are being used by the equipment. However, there is a waiting room further up the platform that has places to charge your phone,” Bluestar informed the young she-cat.
“I looked and there was not one!” the young she-cat replied, annoyed.
“Not the waiting room behind this shop, the one past the information point. That waiting room is larger and has places to charge phones up,” Bluestar replied, maintaining a polite tone.
“Oh, Thanks,” replied the young cat before she left the shop. Bluestar hoped the questions would stop soon.
She had all her tasks to complete before the shop closed and the delivery still had not shown up yet.
An hour passed and Bluestar was explaining to a customer that she could not do any drinks that had steamed milk in it, since the steamer on the coffee machine had stopped working over a week ago.
No one had been out to replace the steamer, even though they had meant to come the Friday just gone.
“That is ok. I still want an oat milk latte without the steamed milk and two pumps of caramel syrup,” replied the tortoiseshell she-cat.
“So, an iced latte?” asked Bluestar for clarification.
“No, an oat milk latte without the steamed milk and caramel syrup,” replied the tortoiseshell she-cat.
Bluestar inputted the order in the till, gave the total and made the drink.
The latte ended up cold as the oat milk cooled down the coffee shot. The customer took the order and left.
Bluestar thought she would come back to complain about the latte being cold, but she did not see the customer come back.
She saw the delivery driver and directed him to the back door. She scanned the delivery cages in and unloaded them at the back door, once she got the shop closed for twenty minutes while she unloaded the delivery.
An elderly grey cat walked in.
“Do you have internet?” asked the elder.
“No, we don’t have wi-Fi here,” Bluestar replied and watched as the elder left.
Another hour passed and Bluestar grabbed her broom and dustpan from the back and put them in a corner, while she cleaned the tables down and put the chairs up.
She swept the shop floor and had her mop bucket ready to mop the floor, along with her wet floor sign, when someone came in.
“Do you have a burger?” asked the black she-cat.
“No…we don’t do that here,” Bluestar replied, looking at the menu boards that displayed the Hot drinks menu and the cold drinks plus extras menus.
The cat left and Bluestar went to start mopping again, when a large white tom came in.
“Where is the nearest cash machine on this station?” he asked.
“There isn’t one on the station. The nearest cash machines can be found at Meowisons or Sainspurrs outside the station,” replied Bluestar.
“It’s alright, I only wanted to check my bank balance anyway,” replied the tom as he left through the side entrance.
Bluestar blinked and got to mopping the floor while there was no one else in the shop. She was about the
She was about the halfway done with mopping when a silver tabby she-cat stopped her.
“Do you have shower gels?” she asked.
“No, we only have shampoos,” replied Bluestar. Not a second later, another cat walked in to enquire about the public toilets.
“Yes, there are toilets. Just go down platform 3 until you reach the first set of yellow railings,” replied Bluestar. She did not know why she was being asked questions during her shift.
The last hour passed quickly and Bluestar sighed in relief.
The last hour, she only was asked one question which was related to the shop’s opening hours or if she could warm up a pasty for a customer.
As she finished her tasks, she prayed to Starclan to have a shift of Thursday that she was not asked weird questions.
She closed the shop and locked the back door on her way out, thinking only of her warm nest. At least she only had to listen to someone setting off the dancing tree her shop was selling for a leaf-bare celebration.