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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 22, 2007 22:58:06 GMT -5
Munkustrap had his head cocked to the side, staring quizzically at the white queen. "You've never heard of the Jellicles? How old are you?" He stalked closer, beginning to circle around the queen. "You look like you're an adult, but you act like an immature kitten. Still, I suppose it's entirely possibly you're just large for your age."
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Post by Arya on Apr 22, 2007 23:37:49 GMT -5
Selina frowned as she started being circled, she hated that. She let out a warning growl. "No I havn't watcha' gonna do about it?" She said her tail fliskering madly at the moment. Until she sadly put the tail underneath Munkstraps paw. She let out a loud yelp and quickly pulled out her long tail holding it in her fron paws. "I'm only two." She growled stroking her tail with a deep frown on her face.
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Post by Shannon on Apr 22, 2007 23:42:13 GMT -5
Bombalurina couldn't take it anymore. "I don't care if you're two or if your twelve! Who gave you the right to be absolutely rude? Now that he's gained the upper hand, you retreat behind your age? How typical." She paused, glaring. And thinking. She had to continue, but couldn't think of the words to use. "Why don't you leave?" Bomba hissed, spitting on the ground next to the other cat's foot.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 22, 2007 23:47:21 GMT -5
"That explains your manners," Munkustrap said, lifting his paw so she could free her tail. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to step on your tail." He looked over at Bomba. "Be nice. It's not her fault if no one taught her how to be polite. She's obviously a street cat." Street cats were rare in this part of town. Most of the felines belonged to one of the three cat tribes, and each tribe knew about the other two. Even Etcetera could recite both of the other tribes and their key leaders - the equivalents of Deuteronomy, Munkustrap, and Jellylorum. The street cats, tribeless cats, operated by their own sets of rules. You became a street cat in one of two ways, you were either born one, or you were ousted from a tribe. To not know of the Jellicles at all, and at such a young age, Munkustrap suspected Selina had been born street. "We don't mean you any harm, Selina." To prove his point, he let his claws retract and straightened up, though he still watched her very carefully. "Where are you staying, this winter?"
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Post by Shannon on Apr 22, 2007 23:58:16 GMT -5
Bombalurina held back a hiss. "You're being compassionate?" she whispered into Munkustrap's ear. "To her?!"
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 22, 2007 23:59:46 GMT -5
"She's hardly more than a kitten, Bomba," Munkustrap whispered back. "She may be a rude little queen, but she's obviously starving, and the winter is only going to get worse."
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Post by Arya on Apr 23, 2007 0:01:28 GMT -5
Selina smiled at Bomba. "Awww, your trying to stick up for your mate, how cute." She said tilting her head to the side. She frowned deeply at Munkstrap. "Not my fault that no one tought me how to be polite? Obviously a street cat." She said in an insulted voice. She was very touchy on were she grew up, everyone always judged her for it. She hated it very much. And just because she didn't know the name of their stupid little tribe. "I'll have you know that I came from a line of pure bread Siamese cats." She said not mentioning the fcat that she broke the line. She still had an insulted frown on her face but she replied. "No where. I just travel around to what ever is warm at the moment." She let out a angry huff.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 23, 2007 0:05:35 GMT -5
She didn't need to mention that she broke the line - Munkustrap could tell just by looking at her. "You are welcome to join the Jellicle tribe, Selina, if you wish... however, you will be held to the same rules that every other Jellicle is. No exceptions will be made for your heritage, or your age. In return, you will be guaranteed a safe and warm place to sleep, and a share of all our food, as well as the protection of myself and the rest of the Jellicle Guardians." He held out a paw. "What do you say?"
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Post by Shannon on Apr 23, 2007 0:07:31 GMT -5
"Then keep on going." Bomba fought off an urge to push the queen out of the den and out of the junkyard. Instead, she moved closer to Munkustrap. His scent comforted her.
She did like how the newcomer called the two mates. She rather enjoyed being mistaken for that. She also, secretly, hoped it wouldn't be a common mistake anymore. It would be the truth.
After she heard Munk's offer, she almost screamed. "What are you doing?!" she hissed, staring at Munkustrap. Was he crazy? Letting some random cat into the tribe? Bombalurina was about to say something when she felt a hard kick in her stomach and wrapped her arms around her belly.
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Post by Arya on Apr 23, 2007 0:18:12 GMT -5
Selina frowned for a moment. Should she join theese cats after she made such an impression? She had survived a winter on her own before hadn't she. She looked back at that winter, it wasn't as bad as this one was turning out to be, and she barely made it through that winter. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she lifted her head, biting her lip. "Okay." She said as she picked up the rat. "But whatever I catch I eat, and I ain't takin' food that is offered to me, I'll be fine catching , my own." She said a cartain amount of pride in her voice. This was pretty much a street cat law, and she wished to keep it that way.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 23, 2007 0:22:05 GMT -5
"No," Munkustrap told Selina. "That is not how it works in this tribe. Everything caught in the winter is to be shared with all, with kittens and pregnant queens getting the first share. If you are going hungry, that means the entire tribe is going hungry. We must all work together for us all to survive the winter. No one fights alone among the Jellicles."
When Bomba hugged her stomach, Munkustrap took a step closer to Bomba, wrapping an arm around her waist and looking at her in concern. "Are you all right?" he asked her quietly.
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Post by Shannon on Apr 23, 2007 0:24:55 GMT -5
"I... I'm fine," Bomba told Munk, "It's just a little kick. Through me off guard, though." She coughed and sneezed twice. "Ugh. This is not a good sign..."
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Post by Arya on Apr 23, 2007 0:29:05 GMT -5
Selina frowned. "But can I keep this rat?" She said wraping her paws around the large rat and sinking her claws into it. She was never fond of the whole group thing and it would take her a wile to get used to it. A loooooong wile. She sheathed her claws when she felt the rat blood trickling down her paws. Then she looked up at Bomba. "Oh so your pregnant? I just thought that you were super fat." She said smiling and tilting her head to the side.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 23, 2007 0:30:32 GMT -5
"You can have that rat," Munkustrap said with a nod. Selina certainly needed the food. "Come on, we should get back inside. You never should have left," he told Bomba, rubbing her back lightly.
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Post by Shannon on Apr 23, 2007 0:48:10 GMT -5
Bombalurina was about to scream at the unruly queen, but fell into a coughing spell. "I should get back to the piano..." Without another word to the insufferable feline, she stalked out of the den, raced through the cold, and curled up in the piano. She decided to sleep; afterall, it would be a good excuse not to talk to that little... demon cat.
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