Winter's Coming

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Munkustrap and the warriors slunk in after the theives, staying low to the ground, ready for an attack from any angle. They avoided all the traps pointed out to them, moving as quickly as they could without setting anything off. Munkustrap marvelled at the work put into this entrance. He certainly had never used it as Ritzkin.

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((Arya, you going to go?))

[Arya]

Rumple quickly sliped through the trap, Mungo only and inch behind her. She stoped Mungo as the guard neared. Mungo quickly jumped onto the roof. "Hey." Said the guard and no sooner then when he had touched Rumples face Mungo jumped down howling like a rabid dog. Rumple watched as her mate landed directly ontop of the cat, knocking him out. "Did he touch ya'?" Asked Mungo a bit dizzy now. "Nope." Lied Rumple trying to calm down her mate. "Come'on guys, lets go!" She said sniffing the air. "Misto 'as been 'ere!" She yelled excitedly.

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((I'll be back, dinner))

[[scean]]

[ aryaaaa, you should get on aim. ;D ]

[Arya]

(Okies.)

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Munkustrap shot the thieves an irritated glare. "We're trying to be quiet!" he hissed at them. "Come on." He lifted his head, closing his eyes to concentrate on the smells. The heavy, heady scent of the Monniks saturated everything, but he could just barely pick up a trace of Quaxo's unique scent. Once he had the thread, though, he began to follow it, slipping back into Ritzkin's mindset. Ritzkin knew his way around Monnik territory. He knew how to stalk like a Monnik, how to hold his head and tail, how to talk with a sneer and insult. Some things had changed in these lands, but not much. Munkustrap was slightly disturbed at how comfortable he felt here.

[Arya]

Rumple and Mungo stumbled ahead of the cats. "I SEE HIM!" Squeeled Rumple. "I SEE MACAVITY!" Yelled Mungo out of fear, of course they say them, they where only about eighty feet away from them. "DAM-" Began Mungo but Rumple cut him off. "We ar' sayin' dangit infront of tha' kittens." Then she looked around. "Oh no kittens? Okay then. DAMNIT MACAVITY IS 'ERE!" She said her face covered in fear. Then Mungo came up with one of his brillant ideas. "Maybe if we don't start movin' he wont see us." He said in a whisper to his mate. They both squeezed their body staying completly still.

[Arya]

(Just to add some more pressure. I WANT MORE OF THE FAN FIC!)

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Munkustrap, Plato, and Tumblebrutus all froze as the theives shouted, pressing themselves away from the pair. Please, oh please, oh please, PLEASE say Macavity hadn't heard that! There was nothing worse than losing the element of surprise when dealing with the Hidden Paw.

[Arya]

(Brb.)

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Macavity heard a female voice shout his name and quickly he turned away from his son being scrutinized by the rabid Pollicles. His gaze scanned his territory, lips curling into a snarl as he took a step away from where his henchcats trapped Quaxo. "If a Jellicle is on my land," the tom said gruffly, but loudly, "then he or she will be killed within ten seconds of stepping into my line of sight. Macavity is speaking, and no one does not fear my name." The menacing cat stalked toward the warehouse, where he knew a link to the Jellicle territory stood. "Show yourselves."

Quaxo turned his head away from the Pollicle that stood over him, slowly getting closer. He looked closely into the darkness, for he too had heard the scream of a female. It was a familiar voice, but he couldn't place it. That accent, though... Rumpleteazer! Yes! Quaxo smiled and looked back up to the dripping dog, hissing at him and trying to scratch him with his hind claws. The dog would have nothing of it, and nipped at Quaxo's paw, his tooth piercing the skin and causing the young magician to scream in pain. Macavity's henchcats pulled him back against the chainlink fence, his arms being practically skinned as they were pulled through the links. Quaxo let out a desperate yowl, hoping to call the attention of the Jellicles toward him and what Macavity was doing to him.

Quickly, Macavity turned back to Quaxo, grabbing the fur on his head through a chain link and pulling his head back roughly. "Shut up," he commanded, slamming the tom's head against the links and hissing at him. Quaxo almost let out another scream, but he knew what Macavity was capable of if he didn't obey.

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Munkustrap looked around, taking in the scene and coming up with a few quick ideas. "You four, get Quaxo and get out of here. I'll do what I can to distract Macavity." With a shake of his head to knock some of the dust off, he stepped forward, boldly leaving the shadows. "I am the Jellicle Protector, Munkustrap, and I do not fear your name," he announced, holding his head high. "You can try to kill me, but you will not succeed." Munkustrap had faced down Macavity many times before, and had survived every one. That experience gave him the confidence to keep any tremor from his voice or body as he stood out in the open, facing down the Monniks alone. "I have come to demand the release of my fellow Jellicle, Quaxo. Free him, Macavity, or each drop of his blood you have spilled will be on your head." Negotiations rarely, if ever, worked, but it couldn't hurt to try and be civil at the outset.

[Arya]

(BRB AGAIN!)

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Macavity spotted the grey tabby across the yard and sneered, stealing a glance toward the cat on the other side of the fence. The second Pollicle had suddenly taken a liking to Quaxo's foot and tail, and was nipping at them, causing the young magician to cry out in pain repeatedly. Macavity sneered, gesturing for the henchcats to pull him back to this side of the fence. They did so obediently, dragging Quaxo over to where Macavity stood.

Quaxo spotted Munkustrap and his eyes lit up a little, a tiny, relieved smile appearing on his face. "Don't risk yourself," he mouthed, staring at the older tom with a frightened look in his eyes. "I can handle myself." Quaxo coughed softly as Macavity grabbed his head exactly where his injuries were once more, lifting it up so he could look at Munkustrap in defeat.

Macavity let out a long cackle and looked toward Munkustrap as well. "Quaxo?" he hissed. "Quaxo has been dead for a year. This is Mirza, my son."