Post by Shannon on Jun 16, 2007 1:42:17 GMT -5
[What do you get when you combine a very romantic Shannon with a lot of free time?
This.]
THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS
(Bomba/Munk Remix)
ENVY
Lucky, Bombalurina thought darkly as she watched her mate return from the city, Alonzo and Apollinax at his side. He got to parade around the city as Bomba suckled their third litter. Of course, it was a small litter: a boy, Gustav, and a girl, Esther. But Bomba couldn’t help but want to get out of the Junkyard.
“Guess what?” Munkustrap said, bounding over with Apollinax. “Jemima said she’d watch the kittens tomorrow. Her son wants a playmate.”
Bomba smiled. “Tell her thank you.”
GLUTTONY
Munkustrap lay on a broken ottoman. He gnawed away on a piece of turkey leg.
“You need to lose weight.” Munkustrap looked down to see Bombalurina looking up at him, concern and annoyance in her eyes. “This is your third meal today, and it’s not even midday.”
“A Leader’s gotta eat,” Munkustrap argued.
“No. A Leader’s gotta run a mile with me every morning.”
Munkustrap took another bite of turkey. The look in Bomba’s eyes told him there was no way he was getting out of it. “Fine.”
GREED
“What I was thinking,” Munkustrap whispered, “is that Rokkonen, Apollo, Alonzo and I attack from behind while Pounce, Tumble, and Plato attack from the front. While the Monniks are trying to fight us both, Admetus would come in with Tugger, Rumpus, Mungo, and Cori. We’d force the Monniks to surrender, then we’d have both territories! The Junkyard and their old building. We’d have enough space to be the biggest tribe ever!”
“And this is all from the dream you had last night?” Bombalurina asked.
“Isn’t it perfect? What do you think?”
Bomba laughed softly. “I think you should stop eating before you go to bed.”
LUST
Bombalurina watched the proud, young street cat as he made his way through the London traffic of people and cars. His yellow fur was so sleek, his eyes were so mysterious, and he moved so gracefully and...
“Ready to go?” Munkustrap asked, a half-eaten chicken breast in his mouth. The two had come in search of food... and to get away from the bustle of the over-crowded junkyard.
Bomba looked at her mate. His strong shoulders, his smooth muzzle, the chest that was so perfect to lay her head on, his sweet eyes...
“I love you,” she said before she kissed him softly on the lips.
PRIDE
Bombalurina posed in front of the cracked hand mirror. She stuck her bottom out and lifted her chest. She ran her fingers through her fur and smiled. “I still look good after nine kids,” she said aloud.
“Indeed.”
Bombalurina whirled around to see her mate standing in the entrance to the cabinet. “What... have... you didn’t... why didn’t...” Bombalurina paused. “What did you see?”
“You, looking as beautiful as ever.” Munkustrap pulled the red queen into a lovely kiss.
SLOTH
“Come on!” Bombalurina called, “I know you can run faster!”
Munkustrap huffed and puffed along. He hadn’t noticed how much weight he had actually put on. He was almost as big as Bustopher Jones!
“Didn’t they teach you anything when you were with the Guardians?”
Munkustrap’s paws hit the earth hard. He had about twenty pounds weighing down on them. He tried to catch up to his mate, but she was already far ahead.
“Come on, slow poke!” Bomba teased.
Munk couldn’t help but think that Bomba wasn’t all that skinny either.
WRATH
Munkustrap stood over his brother, his claws digging into Macavity’s arm. The Monnik leader’s breathing had become shaky, and Munkustrap fancied her could hear his broken ribs rattling around.
“So this is what it comes to?” Munkustrap growled. “The Hidden Paw cowering underneath his own brother, begging for his life.”
“Please,” Macavity whispered.
Munkustrap hissed and swiped his paw across Macavity’s face. “No!” he boomed. “Not after what you did to me. What you did to Burelle. Our siblings. Everyone.” He dropped his voice to a hiss. “And my mate. Remember her? The red kitten you convinced to sleep with you because no one else would?”
When Macavity’s eyes flashed with recognition, Munk growled and dug his claws into Macavity’s shoulder.
“And now,” he said, “you die a coward’s death. Because that’s what you are. A sniveling, dead shell of a cat.” Munkustrap lifted his paw high above his head, ready to rip out Macavity’s throat.
“Munkustrap!” Munk turned to see Bomba race towards him. He couldn’t help but think that even with battle scratches and blood tricking down her back, Bombalurina looked beautiful.
“Don’t kill him. He doesn’t deserve it,” she whispered.
“He doesn’t deserve to live either,” Munkustrap argued.
Bombalurina looked down at Macavity. There was no pity in her eyes, only a blazing hate. “Leave him,” she said, her voice full of emotion. Munkustrap couldn’t decide what it was.
Slowly, Munkustrap turned from the bleeding tabby and began to walk. Bombalurina walked beside him, their sides pressing against each other, tails entwined.
Suddenly, they heard a Pollicle's growl and a cat scream.
Some cats say it was a coincidence a stray Pollicle wandered right to Macavity. Some cats say it was just coincidence the Pollicle was extremely hungry, and ate Macavity alive.
Still, some say it was the Everlasting Cat.
This.]
THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS
(Bomba/Munk Remix)
ENVY
Lucky, Bombalurina thought darkly as she watched her mate return from the city, Alonzo and Apollinax at his side. He got to parade around the city as Bomba suckled their third litter. Of course, it was a small litter: a boy, Gustav, and a girl, Esther. But Bomba couldn’t help but want to get out of the Junkyard.
“Guess what?” Munkustrap said, bounding over with Apollinax. “Jemima said she’d watch the kittens tomorrow. Her son wants a playmate.”
Bomba smiled. “Tell her thank you.”
GLUTTONY
Munkustrap lay on a broken ottoman. He gnawed away on a piece of turkey leg.
“You need to lose weight.” Munkustrap looked down to see Bombalurina looking up at him, concern and annoyance in her eyes. “This is your third meal today, and it’s not even midday.”
“A Leader’s gotta eat,” Munkustrap argued.
“No. A Leader’s gotta run a mile with me every morning.”
Munkustrap took another bite of turkey. The look in Bomba’s eyes told him there was no way he was getting out of it. “Fine.”
GREED
“What I was thinking,” Munkustrap whispered, “is that Rokkonen, Apollo, Alonzo and I attack from behind while Pounce, Tumble, and Plato attack from the front. While the Monniks are trying to fight us both, Admetus would come in with Tugger, Rumpus, Mungo, and Cori. We’d force the Monniks to surrender, then we’d have both territories! The Junkyard and their old building. We’d have enough space to be the biggest tribe ever!”
“And this is all from the dream you had last night?” Bombalurina asked.
“Isn’t it perfect? What do you think?”
Bomba laughed softly. “I think you should stop eating before you go to bed.”
LUST
Bombalurina watched the proud, young street cat as he made his way through the London traffic of people and cars. His yellow fur was so sleek, his eyes were so mysterious, and he moved so gracefully and...
“Ready to go?” Munkustrap asked, a half-eaten chicken breast in his mouth. The two had come in search of food... and to get away from the bustle of the over-crowded junkyard.
Bomba looked at her mate. His strong shoulders, his smooth muzzle, the chest that was so perfect to lay her head on, his sweet eyes...
“I love you,” she said before she kissed him softly on the lips.
PRIDE
Bombalurina posed in front of the cracked hand mirror. She stuck her bottom out and lifted her chest. She ran her fingers through her fur and smiled. “I still look good after nine kids,” she said aloud.
“Indeed.”
Bombalurina whirled around to see her mate standing in the entrance to the cabinet. “What... have... you didn’t... why didn’t...” Bombalurina paused. “What did you see?”
“You, looking as beautiful as ever.” Munkustrap pulled the red queen into a lovely kiss.
SLOTH
“Come on!” Bombalurina called, “I know you can run faster!”
Munkustrap huffed and puffed along. He hadn’t noticed how much weight he had actually put on. He was almost as big as Bustopher Jones!
“Didn’t they teach you anything when you were with the Guardians?”
Munkustrap’s paws hit the earth hard. He had about twenty pounds weighing down on them. He tried to catch up to his mate, but she was already far ahead.
“Come on, slow poke!” Bomba teased.
Munk couldn’t help but think that Bomba wasn’t all that skinny either.
WRATH
Munkustrap stood over his brother, his claws digging into Macavity’s arm. The Monnik leader’s breathing had become shaky, and Munkustrap fancied her could hear his broken ribs rattling around.
“So this is what it comes to?” Munkustrap growled. “The Hidden Paw cowering underneath his own brother, begging for his life.”
“Please,” Macavity whispered.
Munkustrap hissed and swiped his paw across Macavity’s face. “No!” he boomed. “Not after what you did to me. What you did to Burelle. Our siblings. Everyone.” He dropped his voice to a hiss. “And my mate. Remember her? The red kitten you convinced to sleep with you because no one else would?”
When Macavity’s eyes flashed with recognition, Munk growled and dug his claws into Macavity’s shoulder.
“And now,” he said, “you die a coward’s death. Because that’s what you are. A sniveling, dead shell of a cat.” Munkustrap lifted his paw high above his head, ready to rip out Macavity’s throat.
“Munkustrap!” Munk turned to see Bomba race towards him. He couldn’t help but think that even with battle scratches and blood tricking down her back, Bombalurina looked beautiful.
“Don’t kill him. He doesn’t deserve it,” she whispered.
“He doesn’t deserve to live either,” Munkustrap argued.
Bombalurina looked down at Macavity. There was no pity in her eyes, only a blazing hate. “Leave him,” she said, her voice full of emotion. Munkustrap couldn’t decide what it was.
Slowly, Munkustrap turned from the bleeding tabby and began to walk. Bombalurina walked beside him, their sides pressing against each other, tails entwined.
Suddenly, they heard a Pollicle's growl and a cat scream.
Some cats say it was a coincidence a stray Pollicle wandered right to Macavity. Some cats say it was just coincidence the Pollicle was extremely hungry, and ate Macavity alive.
Still, some say it was the Everlasting Cat.
