"Like, ohmygosh, there are /so many/ cats here!" Demeter pointed, staring until a fly landed in her mouth. Scrreaming, she spat it out (Cuz we /all/ know how picky she is 'bout luch) and sort of used this chocky gasp manuver to get the guys to look at her.
"Psst. Munk, you're /date/ is having a death attack." Mistoffles snickerd, and Munkustrap had to bite back a stinging retort. "What d'you see in 'er?" he asked, grinning like a moron.
"Um. She has a nice.. tail..?" He had no idea, but he wasn't about to tell Misto he had chickened out of being mean to her. That would be.. really smart, actually. Maybe she would leave him alone after the ball. "I just need to get through old D telling everyone she's royalty, and I'm home free from that.. Uh, interesting cat." Munkustrap muttered, and whirled around to find one of the gigglish kittens staring at him, wide-eyed.
"Looks like you're fan club just got reduced, bud. Oh well. I have to go hunting with Vic anyway." Misto fluffed up his tail and depatred with a wave.
"If you tell anyone about this, Mac will get you!" Munkustrap sighed, trying not to turn his back and scamper to his den.
"Y- Yessir!" The kitten fled as fast as it had appeared.
"Ohmygosh, so, like, I was telling Jerems about this cat, the silver-y one, and he was like, 'ohmygosh, I'm so /jealous/." Demeter was telling an excuited Cassandra. They were airheads, Munk decided, trying to shake off the looming doom of those weirdos.
"Boss. We got some Pollices n' Pekes sniffin' 'round here. Can you check it out?" Munkustrap turned to find a shy Alonzo staring at him, and he nodded. Anything to clear his head at this point.
"Where?" Munk asked, even though he could smell a faint trace towards the east. Time to get moving. "Nevermind. I've got it." And with that, he ran off, to fight a bloody and nonchalant war with some physco doggies.
Uh... Lol?
Note; I would put this as Chap 2 in the fanfic, but that would confuse you.