Three days since the Ball

[Arya]

"Yup! And without Mungo!" She stated firmly looking around eargerly. "We ar' gonna' steal a Pollicles colla'! It dun' got a jewel on it!" She said still draging him. "And without Mungo!" She said again. The small queen thre whim at an alley. "Now ya' ar' going to distrac' them and try to run real fast! Or els' ya' will..." She slid a finger across her throat, then yelped as she stratched herself with her finger. "OUCH!" She yelled shaking her head.

Mungo refrianded from laughing, he had followed them here to make sure that the tom hadn't made any moved on his little mate. Also this job may be a little to dangerouse for the poor little tom kitten. So he was here to make sure that they didn't get eaten.

[orangekittencream]

Pollicles? Pounce didn't know he was getting into Pollicles. But! It's not like he was going to show he was scared in front of Rumpleteazer. He donned a (somewhat) serious face and nodded.

"Sure thing Rumple!"

He saluted and crept into the alley, shaking inside, and outside actually. Maybe. . . He didn't want to do dangerous things anymore. He had a whole life ahead of him! As he was pondering about whether or not to actually do this when the dog decided to it for him.

"HEEEELLLPPP MEEEEEEE!"

The Tom kitten was screeching and yelping and running for his life. His eyes were wide and it was almost comical to see him running so fast he was knocking down trash cans and newspaper racks as he made a mad dash back to the Jellicle Junkyard.

[Arya]

(LOL!)

[Arya]

The dog zoomed after the kitten. Rumple smiled and yelled. "Jut' keep on goin'!" She did a backflip from her perch and landing on the dogs bed cushion. There was the jewel in a pile of dog hair. The cats eyes sparkled with joy, the jewel reflecting in her eyes.

So she had used the poor kitten, atleast she knew he was a fast runner. She tossed the jewel in the air then cought it. She did this untill her high giggle erupted from her mouth.

Mungo couldn't believe she had just done that to the poor kitten. Macavity would've been proud and that was a bad thing. Oh well he was sure Munky would help the kitten. He did a front flip of the building landing next to his mate.

"He is a fast runner." He stated putting his hands on his hips and leaning to the side as if they could still see the kitten running.

Rumple frown and struted off to Jellicle Junkyard, comeplety ignoring her mate. She was still angry at him.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

While making his rounds, Munkustrap heard the unmistakable sounds of a kitten screaming and a Pollicle barking. Tom kitten. Pouncival? Pouncival! Munkustrap broke into a run, sprinting as fast as he could push himself to intercept the dog. "Pouncival! Pouncival!" He called the kitten's name, hoping to guide him home safely.

As he ran, Munkustrap prayed the kitten was unharmed. If something had happened to him, if Mungo and RUmple hadn't taken care of him... and Munkustrap had just walked away!

Pouncival came into view first (I don't see any blood...) with the Pollicle close on his tail. With a fierce yowl, Munkustrap launched himself at the dog, attacking with fangs and claws. No dog was going to hurt a cat on his watch!

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Quaxo heard the loud screeches of Pouncival's and his eyes widened at the sight of the younger cat running from a rather large dog. It was frightening, but certainly one cat couldn't bring down a Pollicle of that size. He had to do something to help; that was his duty, wasn't it?
It should be.

Quaxo ran after the dog as well, his fur raised and ears held back in an angry manner, though he didn't run quite as fast as the other cats. His magic was pretty long-ranged and Quaxo knew he was a good aim; he'd be able to get the dog from at most ten feet away, even with Munkustrap on top of him.

Speaking of Munkustrap, Quaxo's grin widened and he swelled with pride that he could be friends with such a great protector. "Munk! Watch it!" he called, picking up his pace slowly and aiming a pointed paw toward the Pollicle.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

Munkustrap was half on the dog's back, clinging with all his claws, half curled around its neck, his jaws locked in the animal's throat. He didn't have a good angle for a killing blow, but he was at least causing the Pollicle to stop chasing Pouncival and to turn its attention to Munkustrap instead. You can't easily ignore a ten-pound cat of muscle and sharp pointy bits that are sticking in you.

When Quaxo shouted, Munkustrap twisted a bit, turning his ears toward the smaller cat. It took him longer than usual to register that Quaxo was probably going to hit the dog with a spell, but once the idea hit him, Munkustrap flung himself away from the dog, catching himself with an almost ungraceful roll. He didn't want to be anywhere near the creature when the spell went off. Didn't want to be anywhere near Quaxo, either, but that was something else entirely.

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Quaxo watched as his friend jumped away from the Pollicle and gave a nod. He didn't really expect him to get away from the dog since he was the only thing really distracting him from Pouncival.

So, he ran toward him. Quaxo reached the dog and grabbed him by the tail with his claws, a long crack of light shooting from his paw and hitting the dog square in the side of the head. As the young tom let go, he worried that it might not have worked, that this dog might be tougher than his spell.

That wasn't his problem now, though; he'd tried. Quaxo turned his attention to Munkustrap and slinked over to him quickly, nuzzling his cheek softly. "You okay, Munky?" he asked, biting his lip gently.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

Munkustrap pushed Quaxo away - he had the dog's blood in his mouth and all over his face. "Don't call me that." One paw went to his back where his injuries from Macavity were burning again - he had overstretched them when trying to get a grip on the Pollicle, but it didn't feel like they had reopened. "I'm fine. Pouncival?" He looked around for the kitten, hoping and praying the Pollicle hadn't done him any harm.

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The tom glanced at his older friend and frowned a little, grabbing his wrist carefully and standing beside him. "Munk," he murmured, sticking out his lower lip just a little.

"I'm sure Pouncival's fine. I think I got the dog pretty well." the young cat said, gently tugging on his friend's wrist and looking a little worried. "You're all bloody, Munky. You should get cleaned up. If the Pollicle starts after him again, I can just get him again with my spells."

[Munkustrap Etc.]

Once he saw that Pouncival was safe, Munkustrap reached up and rubbed his face against his arm, smearing blood over his fur. He grimaced at the sight. "I don't think any of this is mine." He pulled his other paw away from his back, not wanting to concern Quaxo with his old injuries. Instead he stepped toward the motionless Pollicle to check and see if it was still alive, still conscious.

[Arya]

Rumple soon reached the cats, when she saw that one was covered with blood her eyes grew wide. "It Pounce oka' I told 'em to keep on runnin'! He was jut' suppose to distract 'em!" She yelled her eyes wide.

"Munky," She said hearing Quaxo call him that "'e isn't hurt is he!" She said her voice going into a worried one. She probaly shouldn't have made him do that job. Nope, that must not have been a good idea.

Mungo came poucing up behind her. "What happened?" He asked looking at the worried faces. "Rumple! What did ya' do! He was jut' a kitten!" He yelled smacking Rumple on the side of the head.

"OUCH!" She yelled smacking him back. "I ain't talkin' to ya'!" She added mad.

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"Munk, you're worrying too much. Don't you think you'll get another headache?"
Quaxo followed him and stood beside his friend, reaching over to softly rest his hand on the older cat's back.

The younger cat really did worry about his friend. Munkustrap stressed himself too much with guarding the entire tribe. It was just him, too, really. Well, Quaxo did help him often, but when he wasn't around it was just Munkustrap. One cat shouldn't have to handle all of that.

He looked up to the duo and frowned a little. "Don't call him that." he said quietly before crossing his arms over his chest. "Pouncival's fine." Though, he said this more to himself than to the others.
Quaxo's gaze turned to Mungojerrie, then back to Rumpleteazer, then over to Munkustrap, sighing. He turned away and hopped onto the hood of the broken down car, curling up and wrapping his tail around himself. Quaxo decided he should probably stay out of this.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

Munkustrap flinched as Quaxo placed his paw over one of the deeper scratches. "Someone has to worry."

That was when Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer showed up. Narrowing his eyes, Munkustrap turned on them and swatted with his paws (claws still unsheathed) in their direction. "You were supposed to keep him out of trouble, not let him have a run in with a Pollicle!"

[Arya]

(I must depart to bed good night!)