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Post by rustystarlight on Jun 8, 2007 13:07:24 GMT -5
((I added ya...I'm rustedfreedom))
Rusty jumped, another new cat? This was getting too much, she thought. She began to slwoly slink away to find a place to hide, she'd introduce herself...eventually.
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Post by Arya on Jun 8, 2007 14:05:22 GMT -5
Cassandra smiled, putting Alicia down as Tuggers eyes drifted to her. "She isn't mine, she is Munkustraps and Bombas." She said with a little laugh. "I'm not quiet ready for kittens yet." She said before turning to look at Exotica. She missed the queen over the time she had been missing even more then she had missed Tugger.
"Exotica!" She said with a bright smile. She put Alicia in Tuggers hands, trusting him not to drop the kitten. Then she walked/ran over to Exotica giving her a hug.
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Post by orangekittencream on Jun 8, 2007 14:34:47 GMT -5
Aww. . . Pounce's face fell as he was chided by his hero. He knew that Tugger liked girls but had never been able to place why. He scrunched up his nose at the idea of having kittens with a princess. And Etcy of all princesses.
"Tugger, girls are icky though!" He continued to pout until he decided that he had to get back at Etcy again. He stuck his tongue out at Etcy, his childness still in tact even after the reprimanding.
"Yeah! Well, at least I can dance better than you can!"
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Post by cookingspray on Jun 8, 2007 17:02:23 GMT -5
Tugger blinked as he was given custody of the kitten, looking at the pint-sized ball of fluff as if he wasn't quit sure what to do with it. He raised the tiny princess to his face and stared into her luminous eyes skeptically, fishing for a reaction.
"Hey there, kit," he greeted, giving Alicia a poke in the nose. "You sure do get around, don't you? I bet you're not even a couple of weeks old, and your parents are already pawning you off. . . Well, you're free to hang with the Tugger anytime, girlie." The Maine Coon scratched her behind the ears, and then deposited her on Etcy, seeing how she'd spent the better part of the last five minutes babbling on about kittens anyhow. He really did love the little tykes, though, secretly - they were so naive and uncomplicated. As a cat who thrived on muddle, he didn't get that a lot.
He snirked at Pounce, still bickering with Etcy. Ah, to be a tomkit again. . . he didn't really think he ever went through that stage, though. He was always ahead of the game where the whole cooties thing was concerned. "You've got a long way to go, Pouncey. A looong way."
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Post by rustystarlight on Jun 8, 2007 17:24:52 GMT -5
Rusty found a dark corner to hide in, unfortuanately it was only small and it left her tail poking out, the light ginger colour it was probably easy to notice, but she didn't notice.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Jun 8, 2007 17:38:02 GMT -5
"Days," Munkustrap said, correcting Tugger. "It's... two now, right Bomba?" He had been a bit out of it when they were born. Just a bit. Macavity had been distracting.
"You're pretty!" Etcetera replied to Tugger. "And you're handsome! You're the prettiest handsome tom in the whole world!" She turned to Pounce with a hiss, swiping a paw in his direction. "Can not! You fall on your tail! But Bomba picked me to dance with her in the Ball! And Rumpateaza's been teaching me LOADS!" She squeaked, though, as she found a kitten put in her arms. "Awww, Alicia!" She kissed the kitten's ears and sat down, leaning against Tugger and hugging the baby.
"There's no need to hide, Rusty," Munkustrap said, watching the shy Jellicle hide. "Tugger may be flamboyant, but he's harmless. And this newcomer is Exotica. She's also a Jellicle. Exotica, this is Rusty. She's new to the tribe."
Tumble sat in the doorway of the closet, blinking at the crew.
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Post by rustystarlight on Jun 8, 2007 17:43:25 GMT -5
Rusty jumped, startled, she thought that she had managed to hide. She figured that she should have realised that the Jellicle leader would notice her slinking off. Slowly she stepped out of the shadows, she kept her body low and her ears back. Just as she was beginning to get used to things, these strange cats come and attack them all, and as if that wasn't enough, suddenly more new cats are sprung on her. Surely they couldn't blame her for being cautious, at least if it was when she was on the streets she could run away but now, now she felt a kind of obligation to the Jellicles who had taken her in, no questions asked.
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Post by orangekittencream on Jun 9, 2007 11:25:30 GMT -5
Well, sucks to Etcy then! Pounce growled and then noticed that Tumble was up! He grinned, completely forgetting about being mean to the princess. He bounded over towards his friend, resting his elbow on his shoulder.
"Tugger's back! Did you know? It's amazing! I'd thought he'd never come back and that the Monniks had gotten him!"
He looked over at Tumble, still seeing his friend from childhood, not really noticing how much growing up he had done. How far apart they really were now. It was sad, that Pounce didn't see it, but maybe some day he would grow up too. He just hadn't had the chance yet.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Jun 9, 2007 11:28:24 GMT -5
Tumble couldn't help but smile at Pounce's enthusiasm. "I did hear something about that, yes... and I can see him." He tickled the kitten. "If the Monniks didn't get us, there's no way they'd manage to bring down Tugger!"
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Post by Arya on Jun 9, 2007 18:44:54 GMT -5
Mungojerrie rolled up to Munkustrap, Rumpleteazer did a front walkover landing right next to him. Then they both in order dropped down to their knees looking out Munkustrap. Time to start the constant questions. "Hey Munky did ya' see tha' Pirates!?" Said Rumple with a smile. "Did ya' lik' em!?" Said Mungojerrie not even giving him a second to answer. "Can they stay 'ere!?" Asked Rumpleteazer also not sparing a second either. "Didn't ya' think they wer' nice!?" Said Mungojerrie. "Wasin' Gruckugrim big?" Said Rumple. "An' nice?" Said Mungo. "An' charmin'?" Said Rumple, which made Mungojerrie frown. "So ar' they stayin'!?" They both asked in unison.
Matamore rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a loud thump. Ouch, that hurt. He let out a small cough and took in a deep breathe, letting all the sents of the ship come to him. A smile spread across his face. Someone had been killed. He quickly got up stretched out his arms and yawning widely. Then he started for the deck. Weren't they also suppose to attack the Monniks today? What day was today. He let out another wide yawn looking around for someone to talk too. He had to be filled in on a few things.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Jun 9, 2007 18:54:04 GMT -5
Munkustrap blinked, taking a moment to sort out the questions from the thieves. "Yes, not really, I suppose so, polite, huge, maybe, very, and probably." He touched his paw to his nose. "I think that's everything..." Years of dealing with the thieves and with kittens had given him the skill of a quick ear.
Flattpot leapt back up onto the ship, a dead rat in his jaws. He grinned menacingly at the Weevil, causing the tongueless cat to scamper away. Breakfast time! Wharf rats were usually tough and stringy, but they were a damn sight better than fish. Flattpot was very sick of fish. It was pretty much the entire diet once they were out at sea.
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Post by cookingspray on Jun 9, 2007 19:20:20 GMT -5
Days, weeks, hours, minutes. . . whatever. They were still younger than him. The Tugger could afford to be figurative with time, as he had a theory that it did not apply to him. Fortunately for his ego, he had not yet reached a place where he had been proven otherwise, but it was safe to say that he (and possibly the entire tribe) would dread the day of its coming.
Tugger winced at the mention of the word "pretty", again, but still found Etcy's babbling to be cathartic, as long as it continued to work in his favor. He was glad that she deigned to fight his petty squabbles for him, because with a schedule as full as his (usually) was, he often didn't have the time to debate things like the usefulness of female companionship with hotheaded tomkits. Actually enjoying the companionship itself was much preferable.
He watched with mild interest as Rusty was coaxed from the shadows by Munkus, Pounce sung his praises once more to the newly-awakened Tumble, and as Mungo and Rumple both began to babble rapid-fire in the silver tabby's direction. The Maine Coon snorted lightly when he parsed their gibbering into concise responses, too, midly impressed.
"That's talent you've got there, Munk," he praised, while looking upon the Notorious Duo in mischievious good humor. "In all of my years, I still can't understand a word - the best I can do is nod."
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Post by rustystarlight on Jun 9, 2007 19:25:27 GMT -5
Rusty's ears slowly returned to their upright position. There was nothing to be scared of here. Apart from stampeding kittens. She sat down and washed one paw, her tail now swaying slightly. She smiled as she looked around the Jellicles.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Jun 9, 2007 19:30:24 GMT -5
Munkustrap glanced up at Tugger with a smile. "Not talent, just experience. When you have incoherent, panicked kittens running up to you all the time, you learn how to sort out words from the babble." As Protector, Munkustrap had been forced into that situation a lot.
Looking around the closet, Munkustrap frowned. A lot of cats were beginning to gather. This wasn't a good thing. "Hey, everyone, keep in mind that we're not at home. Humans are everywhere here, and we're trying not to draw attention to ourselves. They may be slow and thick-witted, but if they see us, they will try to catch us. We don't have a safe place to move the kittens yet, so we can't afford them finding us."
Tumble stopped tickling Pounce and nodded, understanding what Munkustrap was trying to not say. "C'mon, Pounce, let's go out and let the kittens get some sleep, all right?"
Etcetera, however, did not get that Munkstrap was trying to kick the extra cats out of the closet, and continued to lean against Tugger's legs as she played with the baby kitten in her arms.
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Post by rustystarlight on Jun 9, 2007 19:32:33 GMT -5
Rusty inclined her head slightly and walked outside, looking to see who she who talk to.
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