HAT: ... I honestly don't know what to say...
Summary: Victoria's been kitnapped by her eldest brother and she must do anything she can to survive. PREVIEW:
"What're you doing here? You're too pretty to be stuck in a place like this doing what we have to do," a red and orange leopard spotted tabby she-cat mutters from the cell across from me.
"I didn't ask for this," I snap.
The she-cat's eyebrows raise. "So how do you know Macavity?"
I hesitate, unsure if I should give away information like that. "Why?"
She shrugs. "Depending on how you know him depends on why you're here, how long you'll be here, and what you'll have to do to get out."
"... I'm his sister."
Her violet eyes widen in shock and she doesn't speak for a long time. "Well... you're in deep shit..."
Disclaimer: I don't own Cats or any of the characters, I do, however, own the plot and OCs within it. Enjoy!
I crack open my eyes and stretch, my dark brown eyes flashing to the side where my wonderful mate, Plato, rests his copper head and his white face is content and doesn't have any of the hard lines that come to his face when he's awake. I take time to admire him before I nuzzle him and go out of our den to hunt for the both of us. I see my brother, Tugger, entertaining some of my friends and I roll my eyes, knowing that their obsession with my brother goes too far sometimes, but I love them.
"Vicky! Do you want to see a trick?" My litter mate (and slightly older brother), Mistoffelees asks, his dark eyes sparkling.
I smile and nuzzle him tiredly. "I would accept, but right now I'm hungry. Perhaps later?"
He nods. "Okay, that works. And, get your friends before they drown us in their drool," he says, gesturing to the fan-queens of our brother's.
"I don't like that job," I inform and glance around for Jemima and Munkustrap, our other siblings.
My black and white tux brother smirks. "Munkustrap took Jemima out for a hunt."
"Oh... okay," I reply before I slip out of the clearing to hunt. I find the prey and it's a nice, plump mouse.
I quickly devour it and set off to hunt for another mouse for Plato, knowing he'll be famished when he wakes up, as he always is. The air chills considerably with the breeze, but other than that I don't mind the weather. It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining and warming my pelt when the wind stops brushing it's cool pelt against mine, the birds are singing (where there aren't any cats anyway), and the air isn't moist, but isn't dry either. Wonderful is one of many words that can describe the start of the day.
I catch the scent of railway and automatically my mind goes to a certain orange tabby with brown and dark orange stripes and glass-green eyes, but there isn't the familiar Scotch and indescribable scent so I know it's Skimbleshanks' sister, Jennyanydots', mate, Lyon. He's real nice and friendly, always seeming to get on our railway cat's nerves, but judging by how Tugger, Munkustrap, and Mistoffelees treats Plato and Pouncival (who's currently seeing Jemima), I can understand why the marmalade tabby doesn't like the black and gray calico.
I give a brief greeting to the friendly cat of a different railway and then a scent wafts over me, the wind's paw seeming to slam it in my direction. The breeze carries a scent that always seems to be alluring, fire, electricity, and death. I know this scent anywhere and the fur along my spine stands on end as fear courses through my body.
Macavity! I think in horror as my dark eyes look this way and that, looking for tall ginger, black, and white tomcat whose yellow eyes could make even the hardest warrior freeze in fear.
"Well, hello, little sister," a smooth, deep voice says, his baritone voice sounding almost genuine. Almost.
"What do you want?" I hiss, my ears flattening on my head.
He chuckles. "Nothing, I just wanted to see you... how's Plato treating you?" I don't reply and at this he sighs. "I see... not going to answer."
My fur stands on end at the rise in his magic and I jump out of the way just in time to avoid his magic being hurled in my direction. I move to run deeper into the junkyard and warn everyone that the Napoleon of Crime is in the junkyard and my voice as climbed to the very top of my throat only to be yanked back down, as his magic hits my back and my vision goes dark...
HAT: Well... hope you liked it!
Victoria: ... what're you gonna do with me?
HAT: That's a secret. SEE YA! *flees*
Victoria: Review. *chases HAT* I'm not letting you go until you tell me!