Yeah....just decided I wanted to write a little fluffy fic where two certain tom-kits get themselves into trouble. Ah, I love those two.
"Tumble....I'm bored," Pouncival groaned.
"It's your fault that we're stuck in here!" his brother rebuked, sounding slightly annoyed.
"What? I wasn't the one who whacked the cockroach!"
"It tried to stab me with it's fork. And, anyway, you're the one that wanted the mouse cake!"
"I never said you had to help me get one."
"You begged for me to come with you!"
"That's not the same as saying you had to come."
"Pounce!"
"What?"
"You're really getting on my nerves," Tumblebrutus said.
"So? Isn't that what a little brother's for?"
"You're not that much littler."
"So? I'm still younger, so that means that-"
"You two can come out now," the Gumbie Cat's voice called from outside. "But, mind you, if you ever try to steal a mousecake again, you'll be in there for more than fifteen minutes!" And, just like that, the door to Jennyanydot's den, where the two had been imprisoned, opened.
"Finally!" Tumble said, jumping up and rocketing out, turning a handspring once he got out the door. Pouncival rushed out and tried to mimic his brother's perfect execution of the stunt, but ended up landing wobbly and almost falling down.
"Almost had it," he muttered, annoyed with himself.
"Cum'on, Pounce! They're getting ready to start a game of Cat and Mouse!" Tumble said, rushing out towards the other kits, who were standing in the clearing and arguing over who was going to be the cat first.
"But I don't wanna!" Victoria whined. Plato and Admetus both gave her looks.
"You were the last one to get here! You gotta be Cat!" Admie reasoned. Victoria pouted and continued saying, 'I don't wanna'.
"Cum'on, Sis! Ya gotta!" Quaxo said. Vicky glared at him. "I'll go tell Misto you're being a meanie!"
"No! Then he'll get mad! Please don't!" Victoria pleaded. She and Quaxo were twins, Mistoffelees being their older brother. Suddenly, Electra let out a yell.
"Hey! Pounce! Tumble! Last one here is cat!" she cried. The brothers had already been rushing towards them, but now each put forward a new burst of speed. Pounce was in front- No, then it was Tumble- And then Pouncival- and as they drew nearer, neck and neck, Tumblebrutus lunged forward into another front handspring, projecting himself a few more feet towards the others and barreling into the group seconds before his brother. The other kittens squealed in the delight of the race.
"Close one!" Plato commented, looking mildly impressed. He was the eldest of the kittens, followed closely behind by Admetus and Alonzo.
"Pounce's the Cat!" Etcetera squealed, then giggling and rocketing off. She was perky and bubbly, athletic, and giggly. Electra laughed and ran off in another direction. She was tom-boyish and loved roughing it with the other tom-kits, but also very intelligent. Jemima followed quickly after her, her melodic giggle ringing in the toms' ears. She was the youngest of them all, but the most mature of all of them at the same time. Victoria flounced away, pleased with not having to be the Cat. She may have been slightly demanding, but she had a good heart and was an amazing secret-keeper. Pounce ran after her, thinking she might be easiest to catch.
After the queens had run away, the toms tried to hurry away, tripping over one another and stepping on someone else's tail. Plato managed to get away without damaging anything. He had a quick wit and a long memory, which could either hold a good one to you or keep a grudge for a long time. He jumped over Alonzo and Tumblebrutus, who had gotten themselves tangled up pretty badly. Alonzo was strong and had one of the best hearts a cat could have, but he also had a sharp tongue with a comeback ready for anything. But, more often than not, he ended up laughing instead of snapping. Admetus, who also had managed to get away with only accidentally tripping on Quaxo's tail, was a permanently hyperactive tom-kit. He always had the energy to keep going, and never wanted to stop. Unless, of course, it was to eat. He was also the bottomless pit of the group. Quaxo, with his now throbbing tail, was the youngest tom, only a few days younger than Pouncival. He was a telekinetic, but rarely used the power unless instructed to or in battle. He was very sarcastic and liked to look at things literally, but that was one of the things that made so many cats laugh with him.
Soon, if you looked at the junkyard clearing, you would say it was quiet and peaceful. For a moment. Soon there were kittens running back and forth through the clearing, leaving a very Scooby-Doo like scene behind them. They jumped through groups of chatting queens, upset baskets of yarn that was being used for needle point, made loud metallic clangs jumping on the TSE 1 and the oven. Soon Mungojerrie, who was just slightly older than Plato, and Rumpleteazer, who was the same age as Electra, were playing as well, which only brought more noise to the already loud kittens. At some point, Exotica, who was the eldest princess, but very quiet and shy, joined in, after much encouragement from her older sister, Cassandra.
Eventually, the noise became too much for the older matrons of the junkyard. Thankfully, time was on their side. The sun was now gone, leaving only the scarlet sky that faded into yellow and then the deep blue of night.
"Alright, all you kits, get to your respective dens, NOW!" Jenny yelled. The kittens groaned and protested, but after a look from the two old queens, quietly said their goodnights and parted away. Mungo and Teazer went off to their den, Quaxo and Victoria shuffled off to the pipe where they stayed with their brother. Jemima was whisked away by Demeter, and Cassandra gathered up her younger sister. Alonzo and Admetus went off to their den that they bunked in, and Plato, Electra, and Etcetera were taken to Jelly's den. Pouncival and Tumblebrutus trotted behind their mother as they made their way towards home, discussing the day's events happily.
"You kits need to learn to keep the noise down," their mother commented as they entered their home. "Now off to bed with you."
"But- but Mum," Pounce protested, stifling a yawn. The Gumbie Cat smiled at the sight of her son.
"Goodnight, Pounce," she said, licking his cheek and sending him off to the basket he and Tumble shared. She did the same to Tumblebrutus, who fulfilled his mother's wishes without complaint. His eyelids were heavy, and he walked slightly unsteadily before collapsing into the basket. Believe it or not, but running around attempting to to get caught by the 'cat' was tiring.
"Night, Mum," the brothers murmured in unison before dozing off. Jennyanydots smiled at the sight of her sleeping kittens, then went and curled up on her bed of an old pillow, falling asleep herself not long after.
A/N:
Cool. I'm happy with it. Slightly cheesy at the end, I know. Anyway, stay tuned for the next chapter. Already got the ideas in my head. (Taps finger to forehead with a slight grin) I kinda just wanted a break from all my other stuff with its emotional roller coasters. I mean, even my one-shots are kinda deep. Ugh. So now I've got myself some nice, fluffy little stuffs that'll be good for light summer writing. But tomorrow/today, wether you're reading this tonight or May 21, is the last day of school for me! YAY for freedom!