All was quiet, as it should be. Most cats had returned home as the sun settled and those who remained in the confines of the junkyard had already gone to sleep. The junkyard as at peace. Mice, birds and Tugger filled the dreams of the sleeping kittens; making their dreams sweet and alluring. Mates and near-mates were cozied up to one another on their makeshift beds, their purrs lulling one another to sleep. The stars twinkled and decorated the velvety night sky while the sickle moon provided enough light for the lone tom to keep the watch.
Munkustrap glanced about the area once more, absolutely nothing was disturbed. There was no breeze, there was no noise, and there was nothing amuck in his yard. The best thing for him to do would be to return to his den and to catch up on some sleep so he may be alert in the morning. His ear twitched as he decided to leave; he could hear a noise in the distance. A soft thumping sound, someone was coming his way. They were quick, light footsteps but his ears were trained to hear even a pin dropping in the night. They were quick indeed. The infiltrator would be here momentarily and gone again in the time it took him to identify him. There was not much to do; the safety of the tribe was at stake.
Munkustrap crouched down, waiting as the impeding footsteps grew closer and closer. He had to wait for the exact right moment. He had one shot. He jumped down form his perch on the car and onto a toy box, throwing himself at the figure that emerged from around the bend. He heard the wind being knocked out of the other as they went tumbling, fighting to keep himself on top and eventually pinning him to the ground. Or her. As it turned out. He looked down, seeing two terrified brown eyes staring up at him before they narrowed angrily.
"Everlastin' Cat! What is wrong with you," Rumpelteazer said angrily as she shoved him off roughly.
"What are you doing sneaking about so late at night, Rumpelteazer," Munkustrap asked; trying to not be accusing, but also not apologetic for the action he took. It could have been a threat. Then again, depending on the day, Rumpelteazer was a threat.
"What do you think," she disregarded as she stood up, dusting any dirt off of the torn leotard she wore. Munkustrap looked her over as he stood up; stockings, garters, leotard, pearls..
"What in Heaviside are you wearing?" She looked like she was trying to model herself after those lingerie models the humans looked at.
"Ya don't like it," she asked, pretending to be hurt as she walked back over to her bag. "I was so hopin' you would."
"I... I still don't know what it is..."
"I made it," she said proudly, riffling through her stolen goods, fishing out bits of a broken mug. His fault, he assumed. "Well, Jenny helped. I thought it'd make me sleeker."
Munkustrap watches as she tied her bag back up, shouldering it. "Sleeker?"
"Yeah, sleeker. You know... slinky," she teased as she waltz up to him; stopping incredibly close to him. Munkustrap swallowed; her eyes glinting mischievously in the moonlight.
"Where is Mungojerrie tonight, Rumpelteazer?"
"Asleep in his den," she told him, taking a step back to give Munkustrap some breathing room; which he was glad to obtain.
"You went thieving without him?" Well that was odd. Peculiar behavior for the both. "I thought that the two of you never went on a run alone."
"The heist ended long ago. He went to his bed after."
"Then why are you out so late," he asked again. Getting a straight answer from her was like trying to open a can of tuna. Impossible.
"What are you, me mum," she scoffed, pushing her fur out of her face. "I stayed out. Star gazin'."
"You... You were watching the stars," Munkustrap repeated. She could not be serious. The Rumpelteazer was a star lover? "Well I never would have... You don't see the type who'd... Star gazing seems more the thing for.. Romantical Cats," he placed gently. Well, as gently as he could with all the stalling.
"And... I'm not a Romantical Cat like you," she teased once again. "Then how do you see me, Munkustrap?"
"As a Parasitical Cat," he thought out loud. Oh that was not good. He was not supposed to judge the other cats; he was to have decorum. He was to act in a certain way.
Rumpelteazer giggled, shaking her head. "I never would have thought that you had it in ya. Sayin' what'cha wanna say..." She gave him an approving nod; adjusting her hold on her loot bag. "Well, if it's alright with you, I'm gonna claim the car as my den tonight. Providing that I don't get tackled once again."
"Of course, of course," he nodded as she walked by him slowly. "And I'm sorry for attacking you. You should announce your presence next time."
"Don't worry, Tiger Stripes, you'll know it's me."
A/N: Hey there fellow fanatics. 'That Horrible Cat' will be continued. Writer's Block and all. This is how I'm trying to break that hump. This one may also go on, we shall see what the jury thinks.
I just wanted to try out a little flirtation… We'll see how this goes.