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Post by Sonja [Alonzo] on Apr 27, 2007 23:02:36 GMT -5
[<33333 Goodnight darlings!]
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Post by Arya on Apr 27, 2007 23:03:57 GMT -5
(You go to sleep at midnight? On friday night?-pouts-)
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Post by rustystarlight on Apr 28, 2007 4:28:01 GMT -5
(and Rusty is up on a roof waiting....)
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Post by xxelectraxx on Apr 28, 2007 9:48:42 GMT -5
Electra backed up and tried to do another flip and got it 2/3 of the way, then fell on her back. " Owwwie..That hurt..." She muttered as she got back up.
Mali refused to eat, much like her sister did. She mewed some, but refused to eat. Aprilli ate some, but ate very little.
Belle slept in the stove. At one point she woke up and looked around, looking for Tumble. Not seeing him, she whined. ' He no wanna be friends..........' she thought, whinning.
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Post by [scean] on Apr 28, 2007 10:27:42 GMT -5
[ Yeah, uh, Rusty.
The cats don't typically venture onto rooftops, except perhaps Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. If you could bring Rusty actually into playing area, that'd be great. ]
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Post by rustystarlight on Apr 28, 2007 12:30:50 GMT -5
[yey fun post]
Rusty sttod up and stretched, giving a big yawn. She gave up trying to sleep, with all the noise coming from the junkyard, she was surprised no humans had awoken. She kep her ears pricked and decided to try and find out what it was that was down there. She walked over to the edge of the roof where she crouched down and looked. Cats! Lots of cats! She'd never seen so many. They all seemed to be generally crowded around something, which s couldn't make out, so she leant further over to see and she.....BANG! She fell off of the roof and into a ple of junk lying on the floor. Luckily it was a large pile so she was unhurt. She tried to scramble out but the more she struggled the more tangled she got.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 14:15:05 GMT -5
Burelle kissed Aprilli and Mali. Deuteronomy had worked his magic and said they'd be fine. She then looked over at where her sons were. Etcetera was holding one of them, and Alonzo had the other. "Alonzo," she called softly. "Alonzo, can I have my baby back?" With the queens recovering, it was safe to bring the tomkits back into contact with them, and she missed her boys.
Munkustrap lay on his cushion, eyes half closed, his face turned in the general direction of where Tumble and Quaxo were whispering to each other, but he didn't seem to be paying much attention to anything in particular.
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Post by Sonja [Alonzo] on Apr 28, 2007 14:21:33 GMT -5
Alonzo gently moved away from Cassandra towards Burelle, letting the kitten down into its mother's arms. "Etcy," He said softly, not wanting to wake the cats who were sleeping. "You can bring him over here, now."
He then heard a crash from somewhere outside, his ears flicking in the direction of the sound. Suspicious, his body tensed. "Tumble," He called, hoping the cat hadn't fallen asleep. "Watch things here, will you? I'm going to make sure everything's alright outside." He slipped out of the exit and look around for the source of the noises. The wind was quieter than usual, and he could follow rustling sounds to a large pile of junk. They seemed to be coming from somewhere in it, but he couldn't see - ah! A flash of fur.
"Hello?" He called. "Who's in there?"
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Post by xxelectraxx on Apr 28, 2007 15:14:16 GMT -5
Electra wanted to see what was out there too... She snuck outside, following alonzo, being quiet so that he wouldn't know that she was out there... Mali let out a sneeze before falling asleep. Her breathing was still getting worse, and so was her eating habits.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 15:40:45 GMT -5
Quaxo and Tumble continued to cuddle and do... ah... interesting things while hidden from the view of the other cats, but they eventually stopped.
Quaxo sighed and pulled away from the kiss, away from Tumble's paw, and shook his head, turning over. "Alright, then we won't do this," he sighed, curling up and wrapping his tail around himself. "Sorry for making you uncomfortable." The young tom closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around himself.
"Quaxo..." Tumble looked hurt as Quaxo pulled away and rolled over. He wrapped his arms around Quaxo's waist and nuzzled the back of his head. "I'm sorry..." he whispered, biting his lip. He hoped Quaxo wasn't mad at him...
"It's okay, Tumble," Quaxo lied, pressing back against Tumble and closing his eyes tighter. "I'll be fine." He leaned up, licking the other tom's cheek softly. He reached a hand up and stroked the other's cheek, kissing him on the lips softly. "Don't be sad... I love you."
Tumble smiled and kissed Quaxo back, relaxing now that they had stopped and Quaxo wasn't upset. "I love you too," he said, brushing a kiss against Quaxo's cheek.
Quaxo smiled and wrapped his arms around Tumble, hugging him loosely. "Thanks, sweetie." he said quietly, sitting up slowly and pulling Tumble up as well, curling into his side. He glanced over to Munkustrap and frowned a little, sighing.
"Are you okay?" Tumble asked, noticing Quaxo's frown and sigh, but not the object of his attention. He held the little black cat close and kissed Quaxo's temple.
Munkustrap had relaxed as Tumble relaxed, but he was still keeping an eye on the pair.
"I'm okay, Tumble," Quaxo said quietly, leaning up to peck his lips softly. And it was true; he was okay. Just barely. "It's just... it still kinda hurts, you know? But I don't care anymore... I have you." Quaxo gave a little smile and hugged him tightly.
Tumble nodded and hugged Quaxo back. "You do have me. And you'll always have me... as long as you want me. I promise." He smiled at Quaxo and stroked his cheek. "Maybe you should get some sleep..."
Just then, Alonzo called out, telling Tumble to keep an eye on things while he went out. Tumble turned to nod his acknowledgement to the other patched tom.
Quaxo's ears perked up when he heard Alonzo's voice and he frowned, looking over to Tumble. "Are you going to leave me?" he asked quietly, holding tightly to the other tom and nestling his face into his neck. "I want you to stay here and hold me while I sleep, Tumble..."
"No," Tumble said, stroking the back of Quaxo's head. "I just have to keep an eye on things in the piano. I can do that from here." He smiled down at Quaxo. "You sleep. I'll stay."
Quaxo grinned and nodded, nuzzling him gently and closing his eyes. "Thanks, sweetie," he whispered, yawning a little and starting to drift off. He forced his eyes open for a second to stare over at Munkustrap for a moment before yawning again and drifting off completely.
Munkustrap met Quaxo's stare for that moment before he turned his face away, curling up against Bomba and closing his eyes fully to sleep himself.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 15:42:20 GMT -5
Munkustrap was being chased by kittens. Six kittens, in fact. Four of them were calling out to him as he ran, Ritzy, Ritzy, Ritzy!, all bleeding freely from near-identical gashes that cut across their throats and gaped like grins. The other two were small and black and silent, a queen and a tom, little Pussine and her brother.
He wasn't sure what the kittens wanted, but Munkustrap had a feeling that if they caught him, things would turn out badly. He feinted left and dove right, rolling into his den and back onto his feet before the kittens could figure out what had happened. Good. He was sa-
Turning around, Munkustrap nearly ran into Quaxo. The little tuxedo tom was drenched, water still dripping from his fur, and he had his back to Munkustrap. He was murmuring something that the silver tabby couldn't make out, and was bending over... Bomba!? The red queen was tied down and struggling beneath Quaxo's paws.
Bomba screamed as Quaxo struck out at her with his claws, and Munkustrap shouted. He tried to get to Bomba to pull Quaxo away, to set her free, but he was suddenly restrained by a dozen tiny paws. The kittens had found him, had caught him, and were now pressing against his back, whispering, Ritzy, Ritzy, Ritzy, into his ears. Munkustrap struggled and fought the kittens, but their deadness left them supernaturally strong, and he couldn't free himself.
Bomba screamed again, and Munkustrap called out to Quaxo, "Please, Quaxo, stop it... stop hurting her!"
Quaxo turned around, and Munkustrap pulled away from him, pressing himself back against his kitten captors. Not only was Quaxo dripping wet, but he looked... well... dead. His white fur was matted and stained with blood and mud, his nose was dry, and his eyes were glazed over and filmy. In his paws, Quaxo was holding a tiny, bloody kitten, smaller even than a newborn. "Congratulations," Quaxo told Munkustrap, holding the kitten out as if to pass it off to him. "It's a boy." He dropped the kitten, just letting his paws fall back to his sides as if he forgot he was even holding something, and turned back to Bomba. Her screams were fading now, as Quaxo continued to extract the kittens, leaving her stomach a bloody mess. "Quaxo..."
"Stop it!" Munkustrap jerked awake, panting, his claws digging into the cushion beneath him. "Stop it..." he whispered, running his paws over his face. "A dream. Just a dream." Beside him, Bomba was still curled up. Munkustrap nuzzled her ear and pressed a kiss to her cheek, running a paw down her side and checking surreptitiously for any large gashes or cuts in her stomach. It was still whole, entire, swollen somewhat with the kittens within. Munkustrap put a paw on the bulge and relaxed minutely when he felt the warmth of Bomba and the presence of his children.
Once satisfied that Bomba was alive and well, Munkustrap looked around for the other unusually dead cat in his dreams. Quaxo. He couldn't see the little tuxedo, but with the way Tumblebrutus was lying, it was entirely possibly (and most likely) that Quaxo was curled into his chest and hidden from Munkustrap's gaze. Munkustrap silently weighed the pros and cons of going to check on him. After making up his mind, Munkustrap brushed another kiss against Bomba's fur and pulled himself free, padding across the piano to where Tumblebrutus and Quaxo made their bed.
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Post by [scean] on Apr 28, 2007 15:45:32 GMT -5
Quaxo was not asleep. He'd woken from the scream emitted from Munkustrap's lips and he lay awake in Tumble's arms, a deep frown on his face. It hadn't been that long since they'd fallen asleep together, and he was rather angry that he'd been jerked from a pleasant dream he'd been having.
Footsteps?
Quaxo lifted his head and looked over Tumble's sleeping form, frowning deeper as he saw Munkustrap approaching. The tuxedo cat turned back around and forced back tears as he buried himself deeper into Tumble's arms, closing his eyes.
"What do you want," the young tom asked blandly, letting out a sigh to calm his shaking voice.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 15:50:07 GMT -5
Munkustrap stopped a suitable distance away, curling his tail in an inquisitive fashion but not asking what he wanted to. Instead, he simply answered Quaxo's question. "I'm just checking on you." He was the Protector, he was allowed to do that. He wouldn't pry into Quaxo and Tumble's business - that wasn't his. All he was allowed to do was make sure Quaxo was still alive, and unharmed.
Munkustrap frowned slightly, though. Quaxo had been dead but not in his dream, and Quaxo had killed Bomba and the kittens. Was that simply in his mind because Quaxo had been upset, or was it an ominous foreshadowing? No, it couldn't be. Quaxo was upset, but he wasn't murderous. Macavity was far more likely to kill Bomba than Quaxo was.
Tumble stroked Quaxo's fur reassuringly and looked up at Munkustrap. "Are you all right?" he asked. "You shouted..."
"Bad dream," Munkustrap explained shortly.
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Post by [scean] on Apr 28, 2007 15:53:47 GMT -5
"Bad dream," Quaxo snorted, shaking his head a little and staring at the wall. "Thought you were the high and mighty Protector, Munkustrap. You shouldn't be scared of a simple bad dream, fighting Macavity and all that." He closed his eyes and turned over, burying his face in Tumble's chest.
Quaxo knew he was only pushing Munkustrap farther away, making him angry with the young tom, but it was instinctual to be angry with someone who broke your heart. The tom forced back tears and sighed, blinking his eyes once, twice and staring at Tumble.
"There was no need to check on us, Protector." he hissed. "We were just sleeping. Or is that something bad now?"
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 15:57:04 GMT -5
"You were dead," Munkustrap told Quaxo. "I needed to reassure myself that you weren't." He was trying not to react to Quaxo's words. Quaxo's anger was understandable and justifiable. If Munkustrap got mad and snapped back, that would only make things worse between them. So, for their relationship's sake, Munkustrap did not tell Quaxo (or Tumble) about what Quaxo had been doing while he was dead.
Tumble looked between Quaxo and Munkustrap worriedly, but Munkustrap shook his head and raised a paw with a faint smile. Tumble shouldn't have to worry - he wouldn't try to stop them... so long as they both wanted this relationship.
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