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Post by [scean] on Apr 2, 2007 1:17:40 GMT -5
The rain fell down over the tin garbage can. It was loud, but it did not drown the screams of a young queen birthing her first and only child. Her mate stood there beside her, his paw resting on her swollen stomach as he helped her with the birthing.
It took a good half-hour, but finally the single kitten was alive and mewing quietly. It was a young tomkitten, and he matched his mother's pattern perfectly. The newborn kitten was completely black save for a white face, two white front paws and one white back paw, his stomach and the tip of his tail white. Later, he would open his eyes to reveal deep blue kitten eyes.
"Look at him... he's so precious."
"Yes, he is, Lillie."
"What will his name be, Cav?"
"Mirza."
Quaxo has no role in the lives of the Jellicle tribe. He is a magical cat, completely black save the markings on his face, paws, tail, and chest. His eyes changed from his kittenhood to a dark brown. The young tom is only a year out of kittenhood, three years old, though he hasn't truly acted like a kitten for a long time [ save during the Ball when Munkustrap sings ].
Young Quaxo joined the tribe at age one and a half. Everyone knows that he didn't originate from the Jellicles, but most don't ask. If they do, he'll give them a vague description of his past tribe, nothing really specific, as he didn't really want to remember his past. In fact, though his mother is unknown to most people in the tribe, save probably one, his father is the one cat the entire Jellicle tribe hates, Macavity. Quaxo is not ashamed of his father; in fact, it is quite the opposite. Macavity was a good father to him.
It was the day of my first hunt. Father was taking me out in the alleys of the city to get a mouse, maybe a squirrel. I was barely one year old, but I was progressing wonderfully. By this time, I could speak well and I could run very fast. I was already an avid wrestler with Father.
Father saw a squirrel in the distance and pointed to it.
"Mirza," he said, whispering in my dark ear. "Follow my lead."
We snuck around for a while, going in a roundabout way to finally get to the squirrel. Father pounced and I followed, grabbing the squirrel's tail with my claws and hearing it screech. The sound made me grin like a madcat. Father was proud, and he pulled me into a tight hug, licking my ear affectionately.
Yes, Macavity had been a fantastic father, though he taught Quaxo horrible things. He taught Quaxo to hate the Jellicles, and that his magic was to be used to hurt them.
Currently, Quaxo has no rank in the tribe, though his bringing back Old Deuteronomy may have raised his popularity a little. Though, the young tom really didn't care about rank. He had always been a quiet, mysterious cat in the tribe, spending much time in his little den in the back of the Junkyard.
His den is actually a rather large over-turned car roof covered by trash. A short green tunnel leads to the den, and it could be quite cozy for Quaxo and maybe one other cat. A mate? About the den are a few scattered pillows, ragged from being thrown into the old dump. There was also a shallow puddle of water that came from rain in the back of his den
Speaking of mates, young Quaxo didn't have one. Many would have expected him to be with Victoria, but Quaxo insists that they're just good friends, which they are. Quaxo had never been interested in the queens. In fact, he was interested, instead, in the second-in-command of the tribe, Munkustrap. He's already revealed this secret to the older cat, and hopes that Munkustrap will return his feelings.
Quaxo found a family of humans after leaving his father's tribe. They loved him, and let him roam the city on his own, knowing he'd return every once in a while.
My eyes widened as I watched my father and mother argue from my tiny den in the back of their larger one.
Father was angry again, but this time it was at Mother instead of, as usual, the Jellicles. Apparently she'd gone out and had an affair with another tom and Father had found out. I watched in fear as his anger grew.
When he hit her, I couldn't watch anymore. The blood streaked down Mother's dark face and I whined quietly, crawling back into my tiny cove and curling up, wrapping my tail around myself. I heard my mother's screams and they finally died down; instead, my father's maniacal cackles rang out through the large den. I opened my deep blue eyes and looked out, seeing the black form of my mother on the ground. "DADDY!" I screamed, bounding out of the den and running to my mother's side. She was dead. Father - no, Macavity; he was no longer my father - had killed her. "I HATE YOU!"
And I turned, running as fast as I could from the scene.
When Quaxo had come to the tribe, he lied about his name. Instead of using Mirza, which many people might know as the son of Macavity, he used the name Quaxo. Quaxo had been the name of one of the cats Macavity killed; a nobody cat, unknown to the world. It took him a while to get used to it, which explains the reason he was seemingly distracted all the time when he first arrived.
The only thing Quaxo fears is his father. He knows that he could easily overpower Macavity in a magic fight if he wanted to do it, but Quaxo never has been able to work up the courage to actually fight his father. He leaves the scene whenever there is a battle between the tribe and his father; Macavity would immediately recognize him, since not many cats have his particular magical power.
Although, bringing Deuteronomy back may have been a dead giveaway.
It took a good half-hour, but finally the single kitten was alive and mewing quietly. It was a young tomkitten, and he matched his mother's pattern perfectly. The newborn kitten was completely black save for a white face, two white front paws and one white back paw, his stomach and the tip of his tail white. Later, he would open his eyes to reveal deep blue kitten eyes.
"Look at him... he's so precious."
"Yes, he is, Lillie."
"What will his name be, Cav?"
"Mirza."
Quaxo has no role in the lives of the Jellicle tribe. He is a magical cat, completely black save the markings on his face, paws, tail, and chest. His eyes changed from his kittenhood to a dark brown. The young tom is only a year out of kittenhood, three years old, though he hasn't truly acted like a kitten for a long time [ save during the Ball when Munkustrap sings ].
Young Quaxo joined the tribe at age one and a half. Everyone knows that he didn't originate from the Jellicles, but most don't ask. If they do, he'll give them a vague description of his past tribe, nothing really specific, as he didn't really want to remember his past. In fact, though his mother is unknown to most people in the tribe, save probably one, his father is the one cat the entire Jellicle tribe hates, Macavity. Quaxo is not ashamed of his father; in fact, it is quite the opposite. Macavity was a good father to him.
It was the day of my first hunt. Father was taking me out in the alleys of the city to get a mouse, maybe a squirrel. I was barely one year old, but I was progressing wonderfully. By this time, I could speak well and I could run very fast. I was already an avid wrestler with Father.
Father saw a squirrel in the distance and pointed to it.
"Mirza," he said, whispering in my dark ear. "Follow my lead."
We snuck around for a while, going in a roundabout way to finally get to the squirrel. Father pounced and I followed, grabbing the squirrel's tail with my claws and hearing it screech. The sound made me grin like a madcat. Father was proud, and he pulled me into a tight hug, licking my ear affectionately.
Yes, Macavity had been a fantastic father, though he taught Quaxo horrible things. He taught Quaxo to hate the Jellicles, and that his magic was to be used to hurt them.
Currently, Quaxo has no rank in the tribe, though his bringing back Old Deuteronomy may have raised his popularity a little. Though, the young tom really didn't care about rank. He had always been a quiet, mysterious cat in the tribe, spending much time in his little den in the back of the Junkyard.
His den is actually a rather large over-turned car roof covered by trash. A short green tunnel leads to the den, and it could be quite cozy for Quaxo and maybe one other cat. A mate? About the den are a few scattered pillows, ragged from being thrown into the old dump. There was also a shallow puddle of water that came from rain in the back of his den
Speaking of mates, young Quaxo didn't have one. Many would have expected him to be with Victoria, but Quaxo insists that they're just good friends, which they are. Quaxo had never been interested in the queens. In fact, he was interested, instead, in the second-in-command of the tribe, Munkustrap. He's already revealed this secret to the older cat, and hopes that Munkustrap will return his feelings.
Quaxo found a family of humans after leaving his father's tribe. They loved him, and let him roam the city on his own, knowing he'd return every once in a while.
My eyes widened as I watched my father and mother argue from my tiny den in the back of their larger one.
Father was angry again, but this time it was at Mother instead of, as usual, the Jellicles. Apparently she'd gone out and had an affair with another tom and Father had found out. I watched in fear as his anger grew.
When he hit her, I couldn't watch anymore. The blood streaked down Mother's dark face and I whined quietly, crawling back into my tiny cove and curling up, wrapping my tail around myself. I heard my mother's screams and they finally died down; instead, my father's maniacal cackles rang out through the large den. I opened my deep blue eyes and looked out, seeing the black form of my mother on the ground. "DADDY!" I screamed, bounding out of the den and running to my mother's side. She was dead. Father - no, Macavity; he was no longer my father - had killed her. "I HATE YOU!"
And I turned, running as fast as I could from the scene.
When Quaxo had come to the tribe, he lied about his name. Instead of using Mirza, which many people might know as the son of Macavity, he used the name Quaxo. Quaxo had been the name of one of the cats Macavity killed; a nobody cat, unknown to the world. It took him a while to get used to it, which explains the reason he was seemingly distracted all the time when he first arrived.
The only thing Quaxo fears is his father. He knows that he could easily overpower Macavity in a magic fight if he wanted to do it, but Quaxo never has been able to work up the courage to actually fight his father. He leaves the scene whenever there is a battle between the tribe and his father; Macavity would immediately recognize him, since not many cats have his particular magical power.
Although, bringing Deuteronomy back may have been a dead giveaway.
