Winter's Coming

[Arya]

(By the way you would think they would be dead by now.)

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Macavity was being doubly attacked by his son and the Jellicle Protector - needless to say, it was rather painful. He did not say anything; instead, he scratched at the head of the Protector, dragging his claws deeply down the back of his head and neck. The tom reached back with his second paw, dragging those claws against Quaxo's side.

Quaxo growled, his injuries causing him to scratch harder at his father's back. He practically ripped out a slice of the older tom's skin. Macavity let out a loud roar and fell to his knees, holding onto the gaping hole in his shoulder. Quaxo's eyes widened, and he backed away a little - he hadn't meant to do this to his father. He felt sick.

Cattivo reached down to Plato, laughing evilly and resting a paw on the smaller tom's head. "You look so pathetic, Jellicle." he hissed, shoving Plato back and attacking him, pushing him to the ground.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

With Macavity's roar, Munkustrap could hear the pain the ginger tom was feeling, and Ritzkin responded. He released Macavity and backed up a few steps, reaching out for Quaxo. "Come on... let's go. We don't have to kill him."

Tumblebrutus was a few feet away, watching this with wide eyes, panting slightly from fear of the situation. He gulped when Munkustrap turned to look at him, the silver tabby stained with blood - Macavity's and his own - almost from ear to tail.

"Tumble, come on..." Munkustrap's head whipped around when Plato howled in pain, trying desparately to fight off Cattivo. "Come on!" Munkustrap shouted, charging toward his endangered friend.

Tumble took to his heels after Munkustrap, glancing back at where Macavity was down on his knees. Was it really safe to just leave him?

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Quaxo bounded after Munkustrap, heading toward Plato and Cattivo. He grabbed Plato by the arms, pulling him away from Cattivo and looking toward Munkustrap to attack the large black tom. "Plato, come on," Quaxo said quietly, wrapping an arm around the older tom's waist and starting to lead him away.

Macavity held tightly onto the wound on his shoulder, having his henchcats drag him back to the warehouse. There, he could get his wounds healed quicker. The others could finish off the Jellicles.

Cattivo tried to decide on which cat to attack, and chose Munkustrap, jumping on the grey tabby. After all, Munkustrap was the Jellicles' Protector. Without him, they might fall apart.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

Munkustrap struck out at Cattivo, glancing back to where Tumble had grabbed Plato by the other side, helping Quaxo. "Get back to the yard!" he called to them, staggering under the weight of Cattivo suddenly on his back. "I'll be there in a minute." He twisted around, trying to throw the black cat off him.

Plato was leaning heavily on both his friends, though Tumble noticed it was a bit of a lopsided lean, more on him than on Quaxo. He wasn't sure if this was because of how Plato was injured, or if it was because Plato didn't want to be leaning on Macavity's son.

[Arya]

(OMG! I could so bring Cassandra in right now! I have a perfect plot for it.)

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Cattivo turned them over so Munkustrap was pinned to the ground, much like Plato had been. He swiped at the other tom's face, hissing at him. "Not if I can help it," he growled, digging his other claws into Munkustrap's leg. "You won't be leaving here alive, Protector."

Quaxo glanced back at Munkustrap, trying to ignore the feeling of regret of leaving the older tom - his uncle with a disgusting, evil cat like Cattivo. "Tumble, let's go faster. I want to get back here and help Munkustrap."

[Munkustrap Etc.]

Unlike Plato, though, Munkustrap wasn't afraid of Cattivo. He had gone above fear, and now he was just ticked off, and frustrated, and wanted to go home. He kicked up with his hind legs when Cattivo leaned over him, digging claws into Cattivo's stomach, as he lurched up to bite at Cattivo's throat. Stupid cat, leaving his most vulnerable areas open to attack.

Granted, most Jellicles wouldn't strike at both places at once like that, but Monniks weren't known for fighting fair.

"Munkustrap told us to go back and wait for him," Tumble said.

Plato nodded his agreement. "He said that if he told us to go, we should go, and leave him behind, because he could take care of himself as long as he knew we were safe..." Plato closed his eyes. "Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer aren't safe, though... they drowned..."

[Shannon]

{Hi!

I've been gone for like, EVER. STUPID GAY Time Warner Cable was down... >.<

ANYWHO, I'll reply as soon as a whizz through the last... six pages.}

[Munkustrap Etc.]

((^___^ Etcy has a crush, Quaxo was kidnapped, and Munk lead a rescue party and is now in a fight. The rest are getting away.))

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"I don't care if he said stay!" Quaxo said desperately, leading the other two faster back toward Jellicle territory. He took the same route he'd taken when he'd run from the Monniks the last time. Quaxo wished that that time would have been his last time... but no, when was his father known to make things simple? "I'm going back there once I know you two are safe."

Cattivo cried out and lashed at Munkustrap's stomach. "Two of yours are dead, Protector," he spat, pressing Munkustrap harder into the ground and standing. He set his foot on Munkustrap's chest and looked down to him, spitting by his face. "The traitors."

[Arya]

(And everyone thinks Mungo and Rumple drowned when Macavity had them thrown into the lake.)

[Munkustrap Etc.]

"No, you aren't," Tumble said firmly, looking over at Quaxo. "You're hurt! Munkustrap would have our tails if we let you go back and get yourself killed! I'd have my tail if I let you go back and get yourself killed!" Macavity's son or not, Quaxo was Tumble's friend.

Munkustrap didn't want to believe Cattivo's words, but, thinking back, he hadn't seen Mungojerrie or Rumpleteazer since the splash of earlier, and Teazer's shrieks. Narrowing his eyes in anger, Munkustrap roared and grabbed Cattivo's foot, twisting with all his strength to throw the cat off him and follow on top.

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Quaxo glared at his friend for a moment, but spotted Jellicle territory and hurried even more. "Come on. We can get Plato to Jelly." he said, leading Plato and Tumble past the border and into their tribe's land. He turned to Tumble, gently letting go of Plato. "Tumble, you bring Plato. I'll go tell Jelly you're on the way." he said, running quickly toward the nursery dresser.

Cattivo fell onto the ground, holding his foot and crying out. "What are you thinking?!" he screamed, attempting to get up but not able to because of his foot. This hurt worse than almost any other punishment or beating he'd received; he'd never had a twisted ankle before. "They're dead! You can't do anything about it anyway!" he cackled.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

With Plato's full weight to support, Tumble couldn't really do much except follow Quaxo more slowly. He hoped that Quaxo wouldn't go running off, though. He really didn't want to have to explain to Munkustrap what happened.

Etcetera and Jellylorum both looked up as Quaxo entered. Jelly was lying off to the side, looking like she was trying to rest, while Etcetera was still curled up on the cushion next to Zalika, still humming, but now lightly stroking the top of his head as he slept, her paw just barely brushing his fur. Etcetera touched a paw to her lips. "Shh, Mistokitty! We has an ouchied kitty here!"

Jelly got to her feet, her eyes wide as she took in the blood covering Quaxo. "Quaxo! What on earth happened to you!? Mungojerrie said he couldn't find you..."

"I can avenge them," Munkustrap said coldly, getting to his feet and standing over Cattivo. "One life for two is hardly a fair trade, but I'm sure it's the thought that counts." He slashed out with his claws. "Good-bye, Monnik."