Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this bit of fanfiction nor do I receive any sort of monetary value from writing this. Cats belongs to both the wonderful T.S. Eliot and the amazing Andrew Lloyd Webber in conjunction with the Really Useful Group.
A/N: Greetings proud pussycats! Northern-Outcast here again with yet another bit of Cats fiction. I've run into a bit of a block with the last chapter of Thicker Than water, it's almost done though with upwards of 2500 words. I still want to write while I figure out where/how to end that one but I don't want to start anything big yet. So here's some 100 word drabbles.
The first four will be random words and cats with the use of Generators. After that I encourage you to suggest words and cats for future drabbles. You don't have to do both though, you can suggest a word and I'll randomizer the cat or vice-versa.
All drabbles will be K-T by default, if you want to suggest an M rated one that's fine as well.
Mungojerrie:Bacteria
Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer liked most things that began with a B. The calico twins loved both things and foods that began with the said letter. Breaking and entering, bargaining, burglarizing, bacon, especially bacon.
And that's why after scouring Victoria's grove for a night of fun and debauchery, the twins found themselves in the alley way behind the Wellington's arm.
However, no matter how much she begged, and pleaded, Rumpleteazer just could not get Mungojerrie into the bar's freshly stocked dumpster. For although bacon was his most favorite B word there was simply one B word he couldn't hang with. Bacteria.
Tantomile:Pillow
She didn't like the way that calico witch hung off her brother like she was ragdoll perched on a shelf. She hated the small lust filled glances that the notorious queen shared with the psychic tom and the sexually heated whispers that the strange pair exchanged. And it absolutely drove her crazy hearing her cockney voice draw out .syllable. of her twin's name.
So Tantomile hadn't warned Rumpleteazer of the coming projectile when she saw it in her mind's eye, and instead the slender Jellicle queen smirked and stepped over the calico and the pillow that laid across her face.
Plato:Creeper
No one loved the Jellicles more than Plato, at least from Plato's point of view. He only had love for their close knit tribe of relative cats and abandoned strays. He had been a stray once, as a young kitten, the Junkyard leader had taken him in and the queens raised him as if he were their own kitten.
So it hurt him dearly when they spoke ill of him, he didn't see himself as a creeper when he knelt hidden outside Tugger's den. He wasn't creepy, no, he was just making Munkustrap's and Alonzo's job just a bit easier.
Pouncival:Gossip
"If only they knew."
Pouncival muttered then snorted just out of earshot of the chattering kittens. After Rum Tum Tugger their favorite tom to gossip and swoon over was the young Tumblebrutus. Pouncival knew he'd never be able to compete with Tugger, that cat had enough swagger and style for ten toms. But he could be just as, if not more appealing than his older brother. The queens would giggle and blush at his name, if only they knew what he knew.
But because he loved and respected his eldest sibling he kept that bit of gossip to himself.
A/N: Whew, first four done! They're a lot harder then I actually thought they would be!
As always, feel free to suggest future drabbles/projects and please read and review!