Ravenpaw's Café Chapter 1: Ravenpaw's Intro (plus Menu!), a warriors fanfic

Ravenpaw's Café

Summary: It's hard to find a good place to have a cup of coffee after a long day of patrols and hunting for your Clan. It really is. That's why Ravenpaw established his own café. It's a place where there is no default Clan rivalry. It's a place where every cat is welcome whether they are evil, good, a loner, rogue, warrior, or a medicine cat.

Ravenpaw's Introduction and Menu

"Welcome to Ravenpaw's Café!" The black loner meowed, dipping his head in greeting. "I am Ravenpaw the loner. I was once a ThunderClan apprentice, but I left my birth Clan to pursue my dreams: becoming a coffee shop manager!"

Ravenpaw leads you into the cozy store. It's lit with dim lamps that give off a calming atmosphere. There are rustic chairs accompanied by tables by every window. The counter and cash register are cleaned own to a shiny slate. A certificate of the health code and scoring for Ravenpaw's Café is placed in a wooden frame on the back wall. A big "A" is stamped clearing on the table.

"Oh that health score?" Ravenpaw noticed you looking at the health certificate. "It's nothing. I wake up each dawn to make sure no flea ever sees the inside my store!" He clenches his paws determinedly. "Some of the cats who come in here are flea-ridden, but I don't sleep until every bug is cracked."

It's convincing. There's no doubt that you could eat off the floor without . Not that you'd want to right? He really keeps a clean shift around here!

"Well, we haven't much business today." Ravenpaw shrugged, padding over behind the counter. "So what would you like to today? It's on the house."

He hands you an extensive menu riddled with words.

You point your tail to the chamomile tea and Darkstripe's "Surprise", whatever that is. Ravenpaw nods and begins to type the order into the register. You noticed something on the menu and narrow your eyes at the small print under the "Surprise" item.

The label reads: Ravenpaw, owner of Ravenpaw's Cafe, is not responsible, nor is Darkstripe, for any cat who becomes injured, killed, or contracts an illness from consuming Darkstripe's "Surprise".

You quickly change your mind and order a Moonflower Moon-Pie. The loner nods understandingly and tightens his tomly apron. He types out the order and writes down a note on your receipt.

As you wait for Ravenpaw to fetch the pies and tea, you notice the dusk sky turn black with rain from outside the cozy, rustic store. Then, white tendrils of mist start to creep towards the windows from the woods. A pair of amber and blue eyes blaze from the darkness. It sends chills down your spine.

The eyes come closer and closer. The owners' bodies are dark silhouettes in the fog. Suddenly, a kittypet bell rings from the door hinges as it swings open. A gust of ice-cold air blows through your pelt. Ravenpaw, however, remains unfazed.

"Welcome to Ravenpaw's Cafe." The black loner meowed as he carried a tray with pies that sparkled like the Moonstone. "The regular?"

You turn on your paws to see two massive toms with broad shoulders and matching tabby pelts. Tigerstar and Hawkfrost!

"Yes, the regular." Tigerstar confirmed.

Ravenpaw pushes the tray towards you over the counter after pouring some tea in a cup and handing it to you. You pick it up and watch the two Dark Forest cats from the corner of your eye as you find a place to sit by a window.

"That's six mouse-tails." Ravenpaw mewed as he carried two cans to the dark brown tabbies. A picture of an old gray cat surrounded by deathberries with lightning bolts in the background are plastered on the cans. Tigerstar slams a pawful of mouse-tails on the counter.

"Keep the change." He said gruffily as he gulped down the semi-poisonous (but extremely reguvinating) drink.

Hawkfrost popped the lid off of his can with one sharp fang. The can hissed and a purple wisp floated out. Who could drink that stuff? The handsome blue-eyed tom swallowed every drop in a single slurp.

You chew your pie slowly as Ravenpaw wipes the splattered counter down with an old rag. The black tom looks up at his former mentor and terror. "Nice doing business with you. Have a good day."

Tigerstar smiled like an evil flower before turning on his heels and padding out of the store. Hawkfrost belched and followed after his father.

"You come 'ere often?" An old slurred voice says from the shadows, making your head to around.

An old mottled brown elder tom sits alone at a table next to the dirtplace doors. He has multiple cups of Blackstar's black coffee. He summons you with a flick of his tail. Cautiously, you approach him. The 'stranger danger' training your mother gave you as a kit starts to kick it

"Name's Purdy." He mews. "You're a pretty she-cat. Oh.. Are you a tom? I can't tell with my old eyes."

You feel offended by Purdy's assumption of you being an opposite gender cat than you really are.

"Let me give you an opinion about this cafe here I read in a newspaper." Purdy starts to ramble about a sudden and random topic, abandoning his cougar flirting.

He picks up a raggedy piece of paper and startes to read with squinted eyes.

"This here paper reads: Ravenpaw's Café is the best coffee shop the Clans have ever known. There are no reasons for there to be Clan rivalry since Ravenpaw isn't in a Clan. It is very good for..."

The old tom starts to fall asleep. You grab the paper and read it for yourself. It's a copy of Queen's Gossip. The article is written by Nightcloud:

"Ravenpaw's Café is the best coffee shop the Clans have ever known. There are no reasons for there to be Clan rivalry, for the store owner and manager, Ravenpaw, isn't a member of any Clan. It is a very good place to chat with your girlfriends, argue with your ex-mate over custody of your kits, and lounge about after a long day of patrols. All cats of the Clans and Twolegplace are welcomed with open paws into Ravenpaw's Café. There's lots of yummy treats and drinks and references to our books. The only rules are: No fighting, no prejudice, and always tip your brewer!

"Hey, sorry to bug you." Ravenpaw mews sheepishly, making you look up from Purdy's newspaper. "It's closing time."

[Next Chapter: Spottedleaf and Sandstorm go out for some tea to discuss some things]
[Special thanks to BigSmileyFace for menu items!]