Yeah. It's been done. Over-used. But everybody has one and I want a go! I promise though that this one will be different to all the rest…
O.C's/Hosts
Lark: A dark brown tabby she-cat with white paws and white streaks on her face. Amber-red eyes.
Nitro: A light grey tom with lighter spots, under-belly, chin and stripe on his spine. Bright green eyes and a green cast on his right arm.
Flare: A blue-grey dappled she cat with black legs, tail-tip, ear tips, muzzle, chest, underbelly and rings around her yellow eyes.
Rowan: A reddish-brown tom with brown streaks on his shoulders, face and tail. Clear dark blue eyes
"It was a dark and stormy night…"
"No it wasn't, it was a moderately sunny Tuesday morning!"
"Hey, hey… Do you have the cool Narrating hat? No. So shut your muzzle and let me finish."
"It's a fedora. And I'm just saying that if you are going to narrate this you should at least do it accurately."
The lights came on the two bickering cats, causing them to cringe under the sudden change. A dark brown tabby she-cat walked in and cuffed them both over the head, a scowl on her face. "Seriously? This was supposed to be some sort of dramatic opening and all you two do is bicker and ruin it!" She shouted.
The reddish-brown tom snorted and pulled the hat down over his eyes again. "I was doing my part. Nitro was the one who stuffed it up."
The grey spotted tom stared at him incredulously. "You weren't even saying the right lines Rowan!" He pressed.
The she-cat put her paws in the air. "I don't need to hear this." She growled, shooting them meaningful glares. "Perhaps we should just try another opening."
It was then a Black and blue-grey cat joined them as well. "Aliens! We should use aliens, and they could be all like 'Pew, pew, pew' and Nitro can die and be all like 'AVENGE ME!' and stuff!" She cheered, waving her paws enthusiastically and grinning wildly.
Rowan tossed his hat aside. "I call dibs the hero!" He shouted, briefly pulling out a mirror and consulting his appearance. "Aren't you looking fine today?" He murmured to his reflection, stopping when the She-cat slapped him over the head again.
"Cut it out fuzz-ball. And no Flare we are not using aliens in the opening. It's a truth and dare, not some random sci-fi flick from the 70's." She stated.
Flare went to say something else when a loud ringing noise interrupted them. All four froze and locked eyes on the door just across from them.
"The phone is ringing." The dark tabby breathed.
Nitro nodded. "Yeah. It is." He replied, voice also soft.
"THE PHONE IS ACTUALLY RINGING! WE HAVE A DARE!" Flare screamed pelting towards the door and karate kicking it open into the small office. Rowan threw himself at the handset and sailed over the desk crashing into the wall. Flare leapt on top of Nitro and barrelled him out of the way, claws flashing.
"I'm answering it!" She Screeched.
"OK!" he wailed back, shielding his face.
Flare started to wrestle him. "YOU LIE, THE LEPRECHAUN TOLD ME!"
Lark raised an eye brow and walked calmly over to the phone and picked it up. "Fallingshadow962's T and D, Lark speaking." She meowed pleasantly over the clamour of hissing fighting cats that still hadn't realised the phone had been answered and that there was no point in tearing each others throats out over it.
She nodded, jotting down a few notes on the paper in front of her. "Yes, you can dare anyone from the show, Aha, anybody."
Rowan let out a fierce battle cry and jumped on Nitro who sprang away with a red face.
He lost concentration for a moment, placing one paw on his hip and furrowing his eye-brows. "Why are you blushin-" He was cut off as Flare tackled him to the ground. "THE FUR! DON'T TOUCH THE FUR!" He howled savagely.
Meanwhile Lark continued with her phone call. "Of course you can dare the hosts. Nitro, Rowan, Flare and I are up for anything." She paused. "Well Flare and me are." She mused.
"I'M ANSWERING THE PHONE!" Rowan shouted, pulling on the she-cats ears.
Flare spat out Nitro's cast witch she had been chewing on violently. "THIS IS FOR MORE THAN A PHONE CALL!" she declared, puffing her chest out and turning on the two toms. "THIS IS A FIGHT FOR HONOUR!" and brandishing an invisible sword charged at them again.
Lark shot her head up. "Hey, No, no, no, no, no, no, NO! We are NOT doing M rated dares. Keep it T or PG please." She groaned into the phone, ducking as Nitro was flung over her head.
"If it makes a difference I really don't want to answer the phone!" Nitro begged, clutching his shredded cast to his chest as his fellow hosts approached.
Rowan's dark blue eyes glittered dangerously. "Don't you lie to me, I hate- GET HER!" He suddenly screamed, changing tact and hurling himself at Flare. Nitro blinked stupidly before joining in the violet assault.
"No marriage dares. Marriage is too final, and I really can't be bothered when it comes to all the paperwork for a divorce." The tabby sighed into the phone, now rubbing her temples as she slumped into the chair just as Flare jumped on the table before leaping off again, sending papers flying.
"Come and get me pretty boy!" She howled from the lamp shade where she was swinging.
Nitro was gasping for breath when he was shoved to the ground. Rowan then used him as a step-ladder so he could grab the she-cats legs and grip on tightly. She thrashed wildly and the added weight pulled the light from the roof, sending the room into pitch darkness.
A loud moan vaulted into the darkness. "I think I broke my other arm!" Nitro wailed as the other two stood from where they had landed on him.
"Yeah. Yeah, we do allow O.C's, but only for small moments of time. Not like a whole episode or something you know? Just for a dare or something. Plus we don't pay for shipping and handling of original characters, that's on them." Lark explained to the person on the other end of the line.
"AH! THAT'S MY TAIL" Nitro shouted.
The reddish-brown tom giggled nervously. "Sorry bro. thought it was Flares."
Lark gasped. "Of course we do slash! Skans, Pripper anything! We take all pairings." She dropped her voice and clutched the phone in both paws until it started to buckle. "KICO." She whisper/screamed.
"Stop punching me, I have to stay beautiful!" Rowan moaned as Flare continued to batter him with her fists.
Nitro staggered to his paws and smacked his head on the desk. "Ow, Ah, hold on… ARGHHH!" He yelled, barrelling at where he thought the she-cat was, only to run face first into the wall.
Rowan hissed and swiped at the she-cat, slipping out of her grasp and scuttling away clutching his face. "Remind me when we ever play paint-ball. I DO NOT WANT YOU ON MY SIDE!" He shouted at Nitro.
She drummed her claws on the table. "Special things… Special things, Oh! I know, on this T and D show, we can turn the characters human. Yep. Human, it helps with things like kissing dares or if we just need them to pop down the grocery store to pick up milk." Lark exclaimed, standing and arching her back to stretch. "Yeah, it's been a pleasure, just hold on a minute." She pulled the phone away and clicked on the flashlight, shining it on where the three bruised, battered and bleeding cats were now chewing on each other's limbs and screeching. "DO YOU MIND I AM TRYING TO USE THE PHONE!"
This shut them up instantly and their eyes all turned to where she was standing, staring down on them with a look that could kill.
"You answered the phone?" Flare asked, voice small.
Lark rolled her eyes. "No duh." She put up a paw; cutting of whatever Rowan wanted to say and went back the phone. "Sorry about that. Yes. Ah huh. Okay. You're welcome. call again sometime." Hanging up she turned back to the bleeding Blue-eyed tom. "You were going to say."
Rowan paused. "Ah, hold on… give me a minute, I know I can remember it… Oh yeah. I'M THE PRETTY ONE, I SHOULD ANSWER THE PHONE!"
Lark laughed. "Diva much?"
It was then the lights came on outside the door frame, lighting the room and allowing Lark to turn off her flashlight. The penguins somersaulted into the room.
"What in the name of Davey Jones's locker is going on?" Skipper shouted, standing with hands on his hips and taking in the damage on both the three felines and the room.
Flare blinked her lamp-like yellow eyes, her face drained of her previous maniac rage and now back to the dreamy insanity she was known for. "There was a phone call." She giggled, prodding a large cut on her chest. Nitro slapped it away irritably.
"Stop it." He growled.
Skipper blinked. "A measly phone call caused this much destruction?"
Rowan was fuming. "Yes, because obviously no one heard my presentation on why I, as the handsomest host, should answer the phone!"
Nitro shrugged. "I heard it."
Kowalski raised an eye-brow. "Can I ask what was so important about this Phone-call?"
Lark folded her paws over her chest. "It was our first since starting this T and D. So you know, it was special."
Skipper sighed. "Kowalski, Rico. Sort out the casualties." He directed, glaring up at Lark who was now grinning like it was Christmas morning, watching the tactician and weapons expert heard the three hosts from the room.
"KICO!" She squealed, jumping up and down.
"Kico? What's That Skippah?" Private asked in that, Naïve and British way of his.
Lark instantly closed up, smile turning into a glower. "Classified. To both of you."
Skipper pointed a flipper. "Don't you use that on me feline!"
She yawned. "Yeah. Whatever. I'm hungry; do you guys want some pancakes?"
Priavte smiled. "Oh yes please – Ow." Rubbing the back of his head he turned to Skipper who was glaring daggers at him.
"Don't fall for it private, their probably Poison Pancakes!" He stressed, slamming a fist into his flipper.
Lark breezed past snickering. "Hardly. I still need you for later. The pancakes will be impeccably poison free Skipper, trust me."
"I don't trust you as far as I can throw you feline." He glared.
She rolled her eyes and walked towards the stairwell. "It's a T and D. You would have to be stupid to trust anybody."
So, you should know the rules. Lark explained them to that stranger on the phone… STRANGER DANGER!
Anyway, please review! I would really appreciate it!