Munkustrap perched at the top of one of the junk piles, forcing himself to concentrate as he watched over his tribe, nose twitching as he tried to detect any strange scents on the breeze.
Alonzo leapt up beside him, and Munkustrap relaxed slightly, greeting him with a smile as he nuzzled him quickly.
“Anything new?” Alonzo asked, sinking into a crouch as he glanced curiously out at the horizon.
Munkustrap shook his head, taking one last glance out at the Junkyard.
“Nothing unusual. It’s been quiet today.” Munkustrap informed him. “Come find me if anything changes.”
Alonzo nodded, his ears flickin
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"Rumpus?"
He shook his head, his memory cut short as his eager queen was a few paces ahead of him.
"Coming" he purred and started to walk in step with Jemima along the streets.
"You alright? You seemed to get a little lost back there" she purred, her tail curling with curiosity and her head tilting, making the great hunter smirk devilishly. "I'm fine luv, just thinking of all the amazing sights I can show you" he winked, rolling his shoulder, it still hurt every now and again. The bullet ripped some tendons and they healed back quite right.
Jemima pouted her lower lip and gave Rumpus a disapproving look. "Well th
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Electric blue eyes stared up blazingly through blackened lids and swollen cheeks. The figure above him drove the last of his anger into the injured but defiant tom with a rage driven foot. The foot connected with the slim abdomen and the body lurched upwards from the force of the blow.
"You can't leave me, son. You won't leave the only person that actually cares about you, or perhaps you aren't as smart as I thought." He watched the tux intently as he spat blood off to the side; immediately blending into the dark stones of the dungeon floor, probably not a stranger to blood and pain. That sick bastard's prob
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Quaxo had been moved back to Jenny's den. She had told the two toms that he had had a seizure. They didn't really understand exactly what that meant but, from the looks of it, it wasn't good. Munkustrap stood before Old Deuteronomy at the tire in the clearing; he'd just finished explaining what had happened to the tux the night before, Deuteronomy looked distressed.
"What do you suggest we do, father?" Munkustrap looked up questioningly. Old Deuteronomy's brow furrowed in thought, what options do they have?
"Bring him to his home and let his humans take care of him," he suggested. Munkustrap shook his head quickly.
"He doesn't have a human
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He rolled over in his soft, makeshift nest. His mind kept flashing re-runs of his and Tugger's kiss, aside from the circumstances it was perfect. He just wish that he could have seen it coming, then maybe he could have been more prepared and not make a fool of himself. He smiled, the feel of Tugger's lips on his; his deep, sweet scent, the sound of his voice! He couldn't wait for the coon's return.
"Ugh, you really need to get a grip on yourself," Mistoffelees snorted playfully in his head.
"You're just jealous because you didn't get in on the action," Quaxo teased back. Often times, the relationship between Mistoffelees and Quaxo could hav
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They walked up the small path that led from a remotely isolated, rural-esque road. They had been walking for a little over three hours and were approaching the end of their search as they approached an old, drafty barn on a desolated farm.
Tugger decided to voice his concerns when the vicinity laid silent."You sure he's here?"
"Quite," Tantomile snapped, she couldn't stand the mistrust some of the Jellicles had in her judgement.
Coricopat motioned Munkustrap over and, together, they walked up to the old beaten doors of the grayed barn. Munkustrap rapped loudly and could hear the echo as it rung through the hollow structure.
He looked to t
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It was the night, Jemima was nervous and frighten, she wasn't sure what she would do if she got caught. But she hoped to best and would play it by ear. Heading to bed a little later than normal, so it didn't look out of the ordinary, she waited for her parents to go to sleep. It was past mid night when she was sure they were out. She slowly slinked along outside the shelves and started to run along the darkness. She had to stop and hid twice when Alonzo was patrolling. He had nearly caught her as she was just about to crawl through one of the pipes that led to the roads when Alonzo popped out of it.
Jemima was
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Quaxo had been moved back to Jenny's den. She had told the two toms that he had had a seizure. They didn't really understand exactly what that meant but, from the looks of it, it wasn't good. Munkustrap stood before Old Deuteronomy at the tire in the clearing; he'd just finished explaining what had happened to the tux the night before, Deuteronomy looked distressed.
"What do you suggest we do, father?" Munkustrap looked up questioningly. Old Deuteronomy's brow furrowed in thought, what options do they have?
"Bring him to his home and let his humans take care of him," he suggested. Munkustrap shook his head quickly.
"He doesn't have a human