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Post by cookingspray on Jul 19, 2007 18:16:26 GMT -5
Tugger greeted the injury with an angered hiss and a sharp intake of breath. Reflexively, he struck back at her, scoring across the side of her cheek with his own claws, trying to disengage the meddlesome queen from him. She was really beginning to piss him off.
He felt the blood dripping, and wiped it away with a paw and a wince (there was a vague hope in the back of his mind that it wouldn't scar, as well, but he had more important things than his own vanity to attend to at the moment).
"How does that count for trying?" he asked with a snide snarl, claws flexed. His hot-headedness may've been overriding his good reason, at this point, but he was going to attempt to make damn sure that she finished what she'd started, and not as the victor.
It sounded very nice in his head. The crazed look in Deme's eye didn't make him so sure.
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Post by orangekittencream on Jul 22, 2007 18:43:36 GMT -5
Demeter hissed, quelling her howl and not letting her hold on Tugger waiver. She jumped on his back then, both paws wrapping around his neck and slowly squeezing. If he wasn't going to cooperate he was just going to have to die.
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Post by cookingspray on Jul 23, 2007 13:24:44 GMT -5
Gagging under the vice (and not expecting her to tackle him, although he should've taken notes at the last Ball when she pulled that trick on Macavity), his paws fumbled for the black and gold queen's, but failed to loosen them. He tried his hardest to dislodge her, but unfortunately, Deme really was stronger than she looked.
As this wore on for the better part of a minute, Tugger was forced to stop thrashing, as his vision was slowly growing fuzzy and his eyed hooded from lack of oxygen. If he had to go, he really didn't want it to be like this, at the paws of a queen who was lustful in all the wrong ways. He really didn't want to assist her in carrying out her scheme, either, but with the way things were progressing, it was that or his life. . . And while a righteous death sounded very noble, it did no one any good, and Tugger bet that Deme would just step over his dead body and do the dirty work with or without him.
"Fine," he choked out at the last moment, gritting his teeth against the detestable words he was being forced to say. "I'll. . . I'll do it. . . I won't like it, but I have no choice."
Cat, he felt like such a pansy.
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Post by orangekittencream on Jul 29, 2007 20:57:27 GMT -5
Demeter smirked and slowly let her hands loosen, but she did not completely let her grip go. She was a smarter Queen than that. She jumped down from his back, but still kept a hold on his neck. It was important that he didn't try to get away again.
"Good boy, Tugger. Now, we're going into the closet and you are going to get Apollo for me."
It was simple enough. She headed in that direction, knowing exactly who she was going to get. That nice little Princess, Alicia.
"If you make a noise, I'll slit your throat," she hissed into his ear before she opened the door.
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Post by cookingspray on Jul 29, 2007 21:12:04 GMT -5
Tugger stopped a moment to regain lost breath, wheezing as his own paws went to his throat. The fur there was matted with the blood from Deme's earlier infliction, and that, on top of nearly having his larynx crushed, did not put him in a good state.
He growled at her ineffectually as she led him to the queenkit, knowing that it would do no good, but not being able to resist vocalizing his unhappiness in having to comply with her plan.
The door creaked upon their entrance, and Tugger, feeling like a marionette, followed Deme inside (literally, by the scruff of his neck). He could see the kittens, an indistinct mass of small furry bodies in the semi-darkness. He could also see their parents, sleeping obliviously - and Bella, off to the side of everyone, her stubby paws and slip of a tail tucked under her slumbering body. It became an act of will not to call out then, and the Maine Coon advanced with a firmly clenched jaw.
Deme may've already gotten her way tonight, but she didn't know the half of what she was getting herself into - he'd make sure of that.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Jul 30, 2007 3:58:46 GMT -5
((And now Alicia and Apollo can come into play))
Etcetera continued to sleep obliviously as Tugger was led away.
Apollinax had tucked himself in by the mother-cat's tail. Whenever the bad-cat was in, he was usually curled up near her head. This meant that there was maximum distance between the two toms. He was trying to sleep, but it wasn't a very pleasant rest. Had he had a voice, his dreams would have been punctuated by whimpers and whines. As it was, his little claws dug into the ground in a not-so-nice way.
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Post by Arya on Jul 30, 2007 4:27:08 GMT -5
Alicia would have been grumping at her brother for moving. She was so comfortable! She adjusted herself again, though her nose smelled the nice queen near by. She ignored it though, she was tired. She put her head on Apollinax's paw and wrapped her long tail around herself.
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Post by orangekittencream on Jul 30, 2007 20:27:49 GMT -5
Good, the two of them were sleeping next to each other. By the other kittens, but that would be no problem. Her targets were curled up tightly next to each other that it wouldn't matter anyway. She crept forward, glaring at the growling Tugger.
Demeter carefully released one of her paws from the Tom's neck to reach out for Alicia. She kept a good eye on Bomba too. She seemed sound asleep, but any false move and it could all come tumbling down. Gently, slowly, she cradled the Princess in her arm, pulling Tugger forward to grab Apollo.
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Post by Shannon on Jul 31, 2007 12:26:59 GMT -5
Bombalurina moved in her sleep, finding a more comfortable position next to her kittens. She licked her own lips, then was silent. Her dream was getting interesting.
A small bundle of brown was disturbed by his surrogate mother's move. Simeon lifted his head and yawned. His eyes were filled with morning crust, so he rubbed them. Slowly, he opened eyes and looked around. He cocked his head and looked straight at the Tugger with his brilliant blue eyes.
{Edited because Munkustrap can't be in two places at once.}
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Jul 31, 2007 13:51:06 GMT -5
((Munkustrap's not there, guys. He's out waiting for the pirates' return.))
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Mange
Kitten
Kissing the Darkness
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Post by Mange on Aug 2, 2007 19:52:55 GMT -5
Sore. That was one of the best ways to describe just how he felt in this moment of attempted sleep. It came in waves, some longer and deeper then others. Yet no matter how he tried to push everything from his mind, that one damned cat kept dancing about merrily within his mind. How -dare- he even show his face? How could he be that...careless? That gracefully cruel? A wave of heat crossed over the tom as he growled within his dreams, turning violently within his bitter sleep. Alonzo. Protector. What a joke. He couldn't even help his little brother. Tear filled eyes haunted his sleep as the white and black tom struggled in his own failure.
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Electra (Nia)
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TOO COOL! I MADE AN ICON! Apparently, I'm not so dumb....
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Post by Electra (Nia) on Aug 4, 2007 8:32:15 GMT -5
((Munkustrap's not there, guys. He's out waiting for the pirates' return.)) ________________________________ (( I think that's what Shannon meant... But that's just me......* lurks silently again*))
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Post by cookingspray on Aug 6, 2007 16:06:16 GMT -5
Just as Tugger's paws closed around Apollinax's sleeping form at Deme's shove, he found himself staring into the eyes of a kitten - a kitten who was not supposed to be awake. Tugger froze, unsure of what to do. If the kitten panicked and tried to wake his mother, Deme's plan might fall through, but in his current position, things didn't look very favorable for him, what with his hold on Bomba's tomkit in the dead of night whilst she slept. But, because Deme still had her hold on him, he couldn't encourage this. In short, he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He hated this more and more. ((Sorrrrrrrrry. And Mange, I adore your banner. ))
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Aug 6, 2007 16:22:40 GMT -5
Apollinax jerked awake when he felt paws close around him. He would have cried out, if he had a voice to. However, this wasn't bad-cat. He twitched his nose, sniffing very hard, and eventually managed to identify his captor - yummy-cat! With a happy purr, he twisted around, locking his little paws around yummy-cat's big one, and beginning to lick and slurp his fur.
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Post by Arya on Aug 7, 2007 2:41:11 GMT -5
Alicia yerked awake also then sniffed around NICE CAT! She cuddled against Demeters arms wraping her tiny paws around her. She purred and nuzzled Demeter happily before going back to sleep.
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