Soooo I write tons of stories about orange things. Mikey you aren't it, bro. Even though you have a kick butt orange mask, and your personality is awesome. Nope, today it's going to be about Klunk. Yes, you heard correct folks, Klunk. Not sure what's going to apply though, cause we got a cat being the main character here. Those jerk offs don't have a character thingy for Klunk! How rude!

Disclaimer: It's probably for the best that I never own them...yeah.

Velvet orange ears twitched a few times as a three fingered hand stroked the soft fur that covered his ears. He really loved having his ears stroked, and the purr of approval rumbled enthusiastically around the whole lair.

Why was his master stopping? Didn't he know how much of a bummer it was to have a ear petting session cut off halfway through? Probably not, because master didn't have ears like him. Klunk even wondered some days if the turtle had ears at all. Though he always heard him when he was hungry, so he figured his master must hear him. Days when he was really hungry it wouldn't surprise him if the whole sewer heard his insistent mewling. Master never left him hungry for long though, and he seldom had to get loud about his meal times.

That was one thing he adored about his master.

The petting session was really over now, because his master just stood up and headed into the other room. He could hear the clanging of metal, and his instincts told him to clearly stay away from that noise. Ears flattened when he heard a harsh yell from one of his master's litter mates.

It was probably the red one, the red one yelled most of the time, and when he wasn't yelling his voice was still really gruff and harsh. Master liked to bug him a lot, and at times it was beyond Klunk as to why. The red one could go on a really bad rampage. It often ended with things breaking, and the blue one or if it got really bad the big rat scolding him. Klunk didn't mind the big rat, despite his instincts identifying him as prey, but he seldom got near anyhow.

Oh what was this? Master didn't look too pleased, Klunk had never seen his master with such an unhappy look on his face. Padding over carefully he looked up at him, mewling to get his attention. He looked down at him, and even turned his full attention to him, but it was only to shoo him away.

That didn't seem like a good sign, but Klunk padded away just as instructed. Deciding to head towards the purple one's den. He liked the purple one, not as much as he adored master, but the purple one often gave him treats, and some of the machines were warm enough to be good lounging material.

As usual the purple one was at his desk, messing with stuff Klunk really didn't know anything about. It was all made of metal, but at least he wasn't messing with chemicals today, the smell really irritated his nose.

Letting out a noise akin to a sigh in human terms the orange cat decided to head to the city. Semi-fresh air and the possibility of meeting other cats seemed appealing right now. He could use a good conversation he fully understood. Not that he didn't like hearing what master had to say, but it was frustrating when they didn't speak the same language.

To the city it was then. Klunk squeezed through the hole only he could reach, and began to scale the crevice up towards the surface. Thank goodness the humans above hadn't noticed the hole, or destroyed the building it was located in, because the orange cat had no idea how to operate the doors of the den down below. They were lucky to have opposable thumbs...and being able to talk to one another clearly. Some days Klunk kind of wished for that, just to be able to speak with the people he'd come to think of as kin.

Ah, it was night time, or very close to it. Everything was lit up.

"Haven't seen you in a dog's age, kit," He was brought out of his sight seeing by a raspy voice calling him. His eyes scanned over to a white and black cat sitting in an alleyway, pale blue eyes glowing in the dim lighting. Back before being adopted by his master he'd known the cat as Poncho. The stray was getting up in years, and as Klunk watched him stand he could tell his joints were bothering him.

"Yeah," Klunk said, trotting over to the particular alleyway. "Haven't been up here in a while, got adopted."

A raspy laugh erupted from the old stray, and his pale blue eyes glimmered with warmth. "We'll ain't that something, got ya a human did ya!"

Ears twitched slightly and green eyes looked sideways, wondering how he would explain his family to the old cat. "Not exactly."

"Hm?"

"Well, they walk like humans, and even talk like them, but they're...turtles," Klunk said a bit awkwardly. It was probably a good thing he didn't come up here often, now he wouldn't be made fun of as frequently for being a loon. Glancing up at the old stray he saw the wide eyed, jaw slackened look of surprise on his face. His ears heated up, the equivalent to a blush as he flattened them against his head for a few brief seconds.

He wouldn't be ashamed of his master or the rest of his kin, so straightening up, the orange tom puffed up his fur and green eyes glittered in a challenge of sorts.

Poncho let out a loud ragged laugh that turned into a fit of coughs within seconds. Ears perked at this and Klunk was starting to worry that if the coughs persisted the old tom was going to keel over.

"Uh..." he said, hoping that would draw the old tom's attention and get him to stop laughing. Death by laughter...didn't sound enjoyable.

"Whew! Green fire in them eyes, kit!" Poncho rasped, waving his paw in the air as if trying to sway Klunk to stop a torture he didn't even know he was inflicting. After a few more jagged coughs the stray stopped and took in a calming breath. "I believe ya, this is New York after all. Speaking of, you best be careful coming up here..."

Tilting his head to the side Klunk stared at the other tom, "Why?"

"More than usual, they've been collecting stray animals," Poncho said brow furrowing. "Just thought I'd warn ya, if you're thinking of staying out for a while."

Klunk nodded his head, "I'll be careful, thanks for the warning Poncho, see ya around!"

Pale blue eyes watched as the orange tom departed down the street. The old tom's ears twitched and he looked back into the black depths of the alley way he was currently sitting in. Icy claws of fear gripped him but he held his ground, fur bristling as he let out a low warning growl.

"Who's there?" he hissed into the darkness.

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Breathing in the city air felt good, Klunk was already quite a distance away from his personal entrance to his family's den, but he was confident it would take him no time to return. In fact his master wouldn't even know he was gone! Purring in delight at his cleverness the tom trotted down the glimmering streets, head and tail held high.

A human? Klunk's eyes blinked as he watched a human approach him. They were making a noise at him, a noise that they weren't trying to make sound threatening, but they were failing horribly at it. Ears naturally pinned themselves to his head and he let out a warning hiss.

They immediately dropped the act and lunged at him, letting out a startled mewl the young tom shot off like a rocket towards an alleyway. Why was this human chasing him? What could he possibly want with a cat? Remembering Poncho's warning brought a bile up in Klunk's throat and made him speed up. He could easily out run this clumsy human-

A second human? Klunk let out a shocked mewl, and began thrashing about claws striking at whatever they could reach. A different sounding human let out a yell of pain when his claws caught skin, tearing it easily. Jumping away he bounded towards the darkness of an alley only to have his scruff snatched in a vice like grip. Hissing and spitting the tom bristled and once more tried to dislodge his captor's hand by use of his claws. He couldn't crane his neck around enough to get in a good bite, but try he did.

Whoever had him must've grown tired of his struggling, because the next thing he felt was something pricking his skin and darkness swallowing him up.

I actually have a pretty decent point I want to get to with this, and a muse that isn't quite dead yet. We shall see where this goes! Klunk's been captured, and if you read the summary you'll know what's gonna happen, well until next chapter!