HAT: Well, as promised, here's the sequel... FML, this is a lot of friggin OCs. *storms off of stage*
Disclaimer (for the whole frigging story): I own absolutely nothing besides the plot and all the lktalhetagnreoging OCS!
Seven Special Days Sequel:
SEVERAL SPECIAL DAYS
Family Trees:
Key:
+ is mate
= is kits of
, is siblings
[] is litter
Old Deuteronomy+Grizabella=Macavity, Rum Tum Tugger, Munkustrap
Old Deuteronomy+Unknown,Bustopher Jones= [Mistoffelees, Victoria], Jemima
(Aspara)Gus+Unknown= Asparagus+Jellylorum= [Plato, Admetus]
Skimbleshanks+Jennyanydots=[Tumblebrutus, Etcetera],[Electra, Pouncival]
Cassandra, Exotica
[Mungojerrie, Rumpelteazer]
[Coricopat, Tantomile]
Bombalurina, Demeter
Alonzo
Next Generation!
Coricopat+Exotica=[Llyir, Streak, Castalia]
Bombalurina+Rum Tum Tugger= Ray, Jasmire, [Onyx, Ivory]
Munkustrap+Demeter=Wyresta, Jistre
Cassandra+Alonzo=[Djandi, Hyster]
Tumblebrutus+Tantomile= [Tic, Tak, Tō]
Jemima+Pouncival= Raquer, Jinger
Etcetera+Admetus= Resatera
Electra+ Mungojerrie= Jre, Traqur
Mistoffelees+Rumpelteazer= Olraitithan, Siria
Victoria+Plato= Wrata Tat Tat, Questyr
There is no such thing as all of these kits getting together. Most of them are related... SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-
I just bumped up... You know know what, it's too late!
Llyir(10)- Dark brown tom-kit save for a black muzzle paws and tux.
Streak(10)- White tom-kit with black tabby stripes and a brown streak along the back.
Castalia(10)- Light brown queen with dark brown eyes.
Ray(9)- Red and silver spotted Maine Coon tom-kit with amber eyes.
Jasmire(7)- Brown and white patched she-kit with dark hazel eyes.
Onyx(5)- Red queen with dark brown stripes and spots with yellow eyes.
Ivory(5)- Maine Coon with silver mane, black and silver patches, and a few spread out red stripes with amber eyes.
Wyresta(9)- Gold queen-kit with silver stripes and silvery-blue eyes.
Jistre(5)- Pale orange tom-kit with dark brown stripes and silver eyes.
Djandi(6)- Dark brown tom-kit with white and gold patches and lift orange eyes.
Hyster(6)- Copper tom-kit with dark brown stripes, one patch on his back and another on his right hip while his eyes are hazel.
Tic(3)- Light gray with black stripes, and a few orange stripes with chocolate brown eyes.
Tak(3)- Light with black stripes, and a few gray stripes with chocolate brown eyes.
Tō(3)- Light gray with orange stripes, and a few black stripes with glass-green eyes.
Raquer(7)-Silver tom-kit with red stripes and golden eyes.
Jinger(6)- White queen-kit with ginger stripes and emerald eyes.
Resatera(4)- Orange and gray she-kit with silver eyes.
Jre(10)- Dark gray tom-kit and orange with black stripes and orange ears with dark brown eyes with a hint of green.
Traquer(7)- Mostly black tom-kit with some orange and red hatching, one ear black, the other orange with dark brown eyes.
Olraitithan(6)- Copper and gold queen-kit with emerald eyes.
Siria(4)- Gray stripped calico she-kit with bright emerald eyes.
Wrata Tat Tat(3)- Sleek calico tux with dark eyes.
Questyr(2)- Black queen-kit with white stripes and a few brown streaks with orange eyes.
(I hated making up pelts for majority of them, but I had a little help so I wasn't TOO frustrated.)
And then a loud scream tears through the junkyard...
Panic soon ensues and the old Railway Cat shifts his granddaughter to his mate's lap and glances at Tugger and Alonzo, a silent order for them to come with him. The three go towards the scream when suddenly a small black body with orange and red hatching, one ear being black while the other is orange and his large dark brown eyes are filled with panic rams into Skimbleshanks. By the looks of it he has yet to register that he's ran into other body.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What is it?"
"Momma!"
Immediately he shares a look with the other two toms and then looks down at his grandkit. "What about Electra?"
"Sh-she... she just started screaming and fell to the floor and she screamed for Grandma Jenny," pants the tom-kit.
Skimble blinks. "Okay... you two take Traquer and go get Jenny, Jelly, and Jerrie, I'll go tend to my daughter."
The two take off with the kitten while the orange tabby streaks towards his daughter's den. He can hear the screams, but they're much quieter than the first. At the entrance he can hear her whimpering in pain. With a deep breath to calm himself he enters and looks down at his daughter and can see that her black and brown striped body is tense with pain while her teeth are clamped shut. No matter how many times this happens, he's still in shock and awe about a kitten being born.
"It's alright, Electra, I'm right here," the orange tabby calls, his voice making her cries quieter. "Jen, Jelly, and Jerrie'll be here soon, just stay calm."
"Daddy, you tol me that last time... not helping!" she hisses.
Kitting Electra is practically the same as Tired Electra... completely different from the normal Electra so he doesn't bother except to check and see if the kit's head is poking out. He's done it with both his daughters at least once, overseeing the kitting for a little while, but his daughters still find it awkward. How can he tell? Because immediately black and brown legs cross over one another to prevent him from looking for the head.
He rolls his glass-green eyes and taps her knees twice. "Come on, you know the drill. If a kit wants to come out, they'll come out! And that could hurt him. Spread 'em!"
If he were standing he'd see the embarrassed blush on her face. With a sigh at her reluctance he grabs her knees and spreads them out. His daughters act like it's not awkward for him either. Still, he's got to be composed and make sure everything goes well so he shoves those emotions aside and relives them after it's all done (basically using the river to clean himself and trying not to think of it). He prays to the Everlasting Cat that he can forget this because he sees the head.
Damn it, where's Jenny?! He thinks, glancing out the window to see that it's most likely noon. Has it been that long? What, is someone else giving birth?!
"Dad, the kit!" she cries, gripping the pillows and digging her claws into it.
Automatically his face pales as he thinks, I gotta deliver my grandkit!
"Okay, okay, okay. Keep breathing and I've got this," he assures, glad to have already delivered some kits on the train and paying attention to what his mate was saying.
He rushes and gets a lot of clean towels and sets them to the side. Electra starts pushing harder without even needing to be told and his paws are in position to catch his grandkitten. He sure is glad that his paws are clean. He gets his paws in position and resists the urge to gag at the liquid. When the kit slides out he catches the kit and after biting the umbilical cord off immediately his tongue gets to work on cleaning the kit when she lets out another shout. A second kit! He grabs a nearby basket and stuffs it with the towels, cleaning the kit as quickly and gently as he can before setting the crying kit on the fresh towels and wrapping her up. He turns back and his paws got to catch the next kit just in time. He repeats the process done with the first one, except there's not a third kitten. He checks the two queen-kit's vitals and their crying comforts him. They're both orange and brown calico kittens and as for their eyes, they'll have to wait a while.
"Two wee lassies," he murmurs, accent thick with emotion. He wraps them up better than before and walks over, to his exhausted daughter with a she-kit in each arm before carefully placing them on her chest in her arms. "Here ye are..."
She looks at her its with warm dark brown eyes and she looks up at her father with a grateful smile. "Thank you, daddy," she whispers.
He gives a warm smile and shakes his head, "No problem."
Skimble takes a blanket and drapes it over his daughter, practically tucking her in. "There ye are... Noo ah'm ginnae ge' yer ma. Ye ginnea be fine?"
After receiving a nod he leaves her to nurse her kits and walks out, glad that he doesn't have a bad feeling about his daughter being left alone, at least for the time being. His long brown tail flicks with irritation. Someone could've come to deliver the kittens and what about Mungojerrie? He was supposed to be there for the birth! He sees his mate walking toward him and he crosses his arms over his chest while his glass-green eyes are hard.
"Where were you?! I sent Tugger and Alonzo to get you and you don't show up?!"
She sighs, not looking ready for the fight that was being presented. "I wasn't able to... Jerrie was hurt and he needed as much attention as he could get."
His ears flatten. "What? What happened?"
"We don't know, he was was raving in so thick of an accent and jumbling his words together so much it didn't even sound like any words were coming out. We had to sedate him and now he's unconscious, but stable... we may have to take him to the humans."
His tail flicks with worry and he bites his bottom lip. "What about Electra? Did the kits see him?"
The Gumbie Cat shakes her head. "No."
"Can Mistoffelees or Macavity or Coricopat and Tantomile do anything about it?"
"Hopefully, they're working on him now."
Skimbleshanks bites his bottom lip. If there's a new threat out there, they'll have to be prepared. This generation may have more on their paws than the previous ones with Marcus and Barron and Macavity. Those were rough times to begin with, but this time... He takes his mates paw and squeezes assuringly, but whether to reassure her or himself, he's not quite sure of at the moment.
HAT: There goes the first chapter!
Lyon: Dear, Everlasting, that's a lot of OCs other than me! How're you gonna keep up with them?
HAT: *tears up a little* I'm not... THIS IS ETESBGSIDBGLDING RIDICULOUS!
Lyon: Calm down and breathe.
HAT: *breathes* Okay, okay... I'm good!
Lyon: Review... come on, let's get you some root beer.
HAT: *perks up* And some bacon?
Lyon: *hesitates* Yes, and some bacon.
HAT: YEY! *drags Lyon to get root beer and bacon*