Post by Munkustrap Etc. on May 5, 2007 12:27:23 GMT -5
((During the week between Deuteronomy's death/rebirth and Macavity's invasion, Munkustrap and Bomba manage to find some time when they're both awake.))
Munkustrap woke up early the next day, lying beside Bomba. He didn't move, just laid peacefully, watching Bomba sleep. She was so beautiful. He smiled and then looked around. Most of the cats were still asleep. Etcy was twitching, a big grin on her face - must be a good dream. Burelle's eyes were cracked open just a bit - she looked to be resting, but keeping a close eye on her kittens. Speaking of kittens... Deuteronomy was curled up near Burelle. Munkustrap's smile grew. Deuteronomy wasn't dead!
Of course, Deuteronomy was still a kitten, which meant Munkustrap was still the Leader, but that could be dealt with.
Bombalurina yawned and stretched. "Good morning," she whispered softly, kissing Munkustrap lightly. She rubbed her eyes, and blinked a few times. "How was your night?"
Munkustrap turned his attention back to his mate, kissing her and stroking his paw over her ear. "I slept well. Yesterday left me exhausted." He nuzzled her cheek. "What about you? You've been sleeping so much lately, I barely see you awake."
Bombalurina laughed softly. "It's so tiring being pregnant. I feel tired all the time. Jelly says that's normal, though," she said. "Soo... what've I missed while I've been dreaming of springtime and catnip?"
"Did you sleep through the events of yesterday?" Munkustrap asked, wrapping his paws around her.
"Sadly, yes." Bombalurina leaned on his shoulder and sighed. "I heard something about Deutoronomy becoming a rabbit or something, but Etcetera talked so fast I couldn't understand a word she said."
Munkustrap pointed over to the tan kitten near Burelle. "That's Deuteronomy. He died, yesterday, but then he was reborn."
Bombalurina was silent for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Wha... what?" she said through her laughs.
"Deuteronomy died," Munkustrap repeated, letting Bomba laugh - he had reacted that way too. Sort of. "And he was reborn as a kitten."
Bombalurina looked at Munkustrap, puzzled. "Wha... what? You... you're serious?" She looked over at the tan kitten, who was supposedly Dueteronomy. "Wow," she breathed.
Munkustrap kissed Bomba's cheek. "We didn't know he was the kitten at first. We all thought he was truly dead. Etcetera was the one who figured it out, though."
"No wonder she was talking so fast," Bombalurina said. She sighed. "I can't wait until these kittens come; I'm getting so bored sleeping all the time. I remember when my feet could touch the ground... and when I could see my toes."
Munkustrap laughed lightly, pulling Bomba closer and resting one paw on her stomach. "Do you realize that our kittens will be almost the same age as Old Deuteronomy?"
"That's... scary," Bomba told him. "So... is he still the same? Only... miniature? Or did he forget everything." She paused. "How, exactly, did he become a kitten?" she asked.
Munkustrap shook his head. "I don't know. He seems to remember everything - he knew who we were, and he apologized for something, but his voice is very weak. He was outside in the cold, nearly frozen to death - again - when I found him. We're letting him recover before we ask him any questions. In the meantime, I'm taking over as Leader, and Alonzo is our Protector."
"Poor baby," Bomba cooed, then noticed how funny that sounded, calling the Leader a little baby. "Mmm..." she said, nestling into Munk's chest. "So now I'm carrying the Leader's kittens, hmm?" She winked.
Munkustrap smiled, running his paws down Bomba's back. "You're carrying the temporary Leader's kittens," he corrected. "Deuteronomy's still the official Leader... but until he's old enough to do the job, I'm being his voice."
"Oh, same difference," Bomba said, waving her hand. "Either way, I'm here with you." She kissed his nose, then giggled. Yep. It was the catnip starting to kick in.
Munkustrap smiled and licked her cheek. "Yes, you're here with me. That's all that matters."
Bombalurina yawned and covered her mouth. "Yoooooooooouuuuuuuu are right," she said, tapping his forehead. "Beecause I am yerrr mate," she told Munkustrap, her words just a bit slurred. She cleared her throat and smiled.
Munkustrap frowned, nuzzling Bomba's shoulder. "Are you all right?" The slur to her words reminded him of something. He kissed her and took a deep breath - yes. Catnip. "Did Jelly give you catnip?"
"Mmhmm," Bomba said. "Well, not exactly. She was telling me about it, saying how it relieved pain, so I had a little." She showed him how much with her fingers and squinted. "I just sound funny beecause of the 'nip. It's helping, though."
"That's all right, then," Munkustrap said, kissing her forehead. "I hope you're not in too much pain." He didn't mind catnip being used medicinally, though he preferred the pain over the drugged stupor.
"Eehhh... I'm noooot. Anymore. I was though. But it's helping." Bombalurina poked her stomach and hiccuped. "See? Nooopaain."
Munkustrap caught Bomba's paw and kissed it. "Maybe you had a bit too much catnip, Bomba. Take it easy, okay?" Munkustrap wasn't sure if catnip affected unborn kittens, and was suddenly a bit worried.
"I will, Munk," Bomba promised. "Don't worrryyyy!"
Munkustrap couldn't help but chuckle a little at Bomba's actions. It seemed she got veeery happy under the influence of catnip, while he himself got veeery affectionate. Different cats reacted different ways, he supposed.
"Sooooooooooo..." Bombalurina said, gazing off into space. She giggled. "Guess what?" she whispered, a smile curving her lips.
"What?" Munkustrap asked, propping himself up on one arm as he watched Bomba. Even high on catnip, she was beautiful. And she was his. He smiled. Quaxo might not be happy... but he felt like he made the right choice.
"I'm yooooooourrrrrrrrrrr maaaaate!" She burst into giggles, coughed, then giggled some more. "Get it? Mate... get it?" She snorted in laughter.
Munkustrap laughed and caught Bomba's chin to give her a kiss. "Oh, Bomba..."
Munkustrap woke up early the next day, lying beside Bomba. He didn't move, just laid peacefully, watching Bomba sleep. She was so beautiful. He smiled and then looked around. Most of the cats were still asleep. Etcy was twitching, a big grin on her face - must be a good dream. Burelle's eyes were cracked open just a bit - she looked to be resting, but keeping a close eye on her kittens. Speaking of kittens... Deuteronomy was curled up near Burelle. Munkustrap's smile grew. Deuteronomy wasn't dead!
Of course, Deuteronomy was still a kitten, which meant Munkustrap was still the Leader, but that could be dealt with.
Bombalurina yawned and stretched. "Good morning," she whispered softly, kissing Munkustrap lightly. She rubbed her eyes, and blinked a few times. "How was your night?"
Munkustrap turned his attention back to his mate, kissing her and stroking his paw over her ear. "I slept well. Yesterday left me exhausted." He nuzzled her cheek. "What about you? You've been sleeping so much lately, I barely see you awake."
Bombalurina laughed softly. "It's so tiring being pregnant. I feel tired all the time. Jelly says that's normal, though," she said. "Soo... what've I missed while I've been dreaming of springtime and catnip?"
"Did you sleep through the events of yesterday?" Munkustrap asked, wrapping his paws around her.
"Sadly, yes." Bombalurina leaned on his shoulder and sighed. "I heard something about Deutoronomy becoming a rabbit or something, but Etcetera talked so fast I couldn't understand a word she said."
Munkustrap pointed over to the tan kitten near Burelle. "That's Deuteronomy. He died, yesterday, but then he was reborn."
Bombalurina was silent for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Wha... what?" she said through her laughs.
"Deuteronomy died," Munkustrap repeated, letting Bomba laugh - he had reacted that way too. Sort of. "And he was reborn as a kitten."
Bombalurina looked at Munkustrap, puzzled. "Wha... what? You... you're serious?" She looked over at the tan kitten, who was supposedly Dueteronomy. "Wow," she breathed.
Munkustrap kissed Bomba's cheek. "We didn't know he was the kitten at first. We all thought he was truly dead. Etcetera was the one who figured it out, though."
"No wonder she was talking so fast," Bombalurina said. She sighed. "I can't wait until these kittens come; I'm getting so bored sleeping all the time. I remember when my feet could touch the ground... and when I could see my toes."
Munkustrap laughed lightly, pulling Bomba closer and resting one paw on her stomach. "Do you realize that our kittens will be almost the same age as Old Deuteronomy?"
"That's... scary," Bomba told him. "So... is he still the same? Only... miniature? Or did he forget everything." She paused. "How, exactly, did he become a kitten?" she asked.
Munkustrap shook his head. "I don't know. He seems to remember everything - he knew who we were, and he apologized for something, but his voice is very weak. He was outside in the cold, nearly frozen to death - again - when I found him. We're letting him recover before we ask him any questions. In the meantime, I'm taking over as Leader, and Alonzo is our Protector."
"Poor baby," Bomba cooed, then noticed how funny that sounded, calling the Leader a little baby. "Mmm..." she said, nestling into Munk's chest. "So now I'm carrying the Leader's kittens, hmm?" She winked.
Munkustrap smiled, running his paws down Bomba's back. "You're carrying the temporary Leader's kittens," he corrected. "Deuteronomy's still the official Leader... but until he's old enough to do the job, I'm being his voice."
"Oh, same difference," Bomba said, waving her hand. "Either way, I'm here with you." She kissed his nose, then giggled. Yep. It was the catnip starting to kick in.
Munkustrap smiled and licked her cheek. "Yes, you're here with me. That's all that matters."
Bombalurina yawned and covered her mouth. "Yoooooooooouuuuuuuu are right," she said, tapping his forehead. "Beecause I am yerrr mate," she told Munkustrap, her words just a bit slurred. She cleared her throat and smiled.
Munkustrap frowned, nuzzling Bomba's shoulder. "Are you all right?" The slur to her words reminded him of something. He kissed her and took a deep breath - yes. Catnip. "Did Jelly give you catnip?"
"Mmhmm," Bomba said. "Well, not exactly. She was telling me about it, saying how it relieved pain, so I had a little." She showed him how much with her fingers and squinted. "I just sound funny beecause of the 'nip. It's helping, though."
"That's all right, then," Munkustrap said, kissing her forehead. "I hope you're not in too much pain." He didn't mind catnip being used medicinally, though he preferred the pain over the drugged stupor.
"Eehhh... I'm noooot. Anymore. I was though. But it's helping." Bombalurina poked her stomach and hiccuped. "See? Nooopaain."
Munkustrap caught Bomba's paw and kissed it. "Maybe you had a bit too much catnip, Bomba. Take it easy, okay?" Munkustrap wasn't sure if catnip affected unborn kittens, and was suddenly a bit worried.
"I will, Munk," Bomba promised. "Don't worrryyyy!"
Munkustrap couldn't help but chuckle a little at Bomba's actions. It seemed she got veeery happy under the influence of catnip, while he himself got veeery affectionate. Different cats reacted different ways, he supposed.
"Sooooooooooo..." Bombalurina said, gazing off into space. She giggled. "Guess what?" she whispered, a smile curving her lips.
"What?" Munkustrap asked, propping himself up on one arm as he watched Bomba. Even high on catnip, she was beautiful. And she was his. He smiled. Quaxo might not be happy... but he felt like he made the right choice.
"I'm yooooooourrrrrrrrrrr maaaaate!" She burst into giggles, coughed, then giggled some more. "Get it? Mate... get it?" She snorted in laughter.
Munkustrap laughed and caught Bomba's chin to give her a kiss. "Oh, Bomba..."