A/N: Thankies to all of mah fans! I decided to try a 100 Themes Challenge cos it seemed like fun even though I am TERRIBLE at drabbles, but hey, it's all practise. It is going to be 5 drabbles to a chapter. Enjoy!

100 Themes Challenge!

23. Cat

Alyss stared at the dark alleyway, feeling an evil presence. She had always had this 'ability' to sense danger, and right now, it was off the scales. She pulled out her standard Courier knife and slowly and cautiously made her way into the alley. She didn't know why she was walking there, for all she cared, she could have just walked past it. She tensed up, suddenly, as there was a rattle from a pile of junk.

She approached it, slowly, carefully, taking note of everything around her. The pile rattled again and a strange noise, almost like a yawn, but almost like a hiss as well, came from behind it. Behind her, in the streets, life was bustling and exciting. The markets were on, and no one would have noticed her leaving. She jumped around the pile and saw, to her amusement, a mother cat and six kittens, lying on a makeshift nest, made from a piece of old foam.

She looked around and spied an old cardboard box. It was as long as her arm, and about as deep as the length of her hand. She picked up the box, and gently, picked up the mother cat. It wasn't going to give up its babies without a fight though, and she got a number of cuts and grazes from the feisty cat. But she got it in the box. Then she loaded the kittens in too. The mother calmed down straight away.

It looked like Lady Pauline and Alyss would soon have their hands full... Of cats...

64. Multitasking

Will looked at the list that Halt had given him. Halt seemed to have left his cabin in the worst of possible state just so that his apprentice could clean it all up again. He looked at the list again, looked back at Halt, again, and had an inner sense of demise, again.

"Finish it all by nightfall, and you won't have to cook dinner, also, I won't tan your backside off," Will heard Halt say. Oh, how Halt was having fun with this. He even had to hide a smile, even if it was only a little one. "Come on, Will, time is running out."

For the next 3 hours, Will was constantly looking at the sun and working. He was beating the rug, chopping wood, getting water, scrubbing pots and pans about six times over, scrubbing them AGAIN because Halt made him make lunch, sweep the floor, mop the floor, clean the bed sheets, do the laundry, get the fire going, treat the leather that the horse gear was made of (so that it didn't perish), go to the meadow to get more flowers for the house, and many more. By the end, he had to multitask. Light was falling quickly, and if he didn't get everything done in time, he would make dinner, then collapse, and then wake up the find his dinner had gone cold, then have his backside tanned off.

He wasn't about to let THAT happen any time soon, so he wound up washing the bucket and collecting water in the pots and pans, chopping the rug and beating up a block of wood... Ok, maybe not like that, but he was multitasking a lot. And then the jobs wouldn't be as good, so Halt would make him do it again.

At last he scrambled into bed, his last thought being 'Perhaps I should leave multitasking to women...'

18. Rainbow

It was a strange sight, the grass wet with recent rain, the sun shining, the Wargals growling and grunting as they fought with all of their fury, the metallic clanging of steel on steel from the brave knights of Araluen, the soft thwack of a speedy arrow in the furry flesh of an enemy. It was all in all, like a war scene, but the only thing that made it any different or special, was the brilliant rainbow, vibrant and colourful, just above the hill, in all its glory. Though the Wargals had no thought to it, Halt smiled rarely, to himself, as he looked at it with grim humour. 'How can anything so beautiful be at a scene so terrible...?'

15. Silence

The one sound Halt enjoyed was no sound. He liked it nice and quiet, devoid of any distractions. But this time, it meant that he was – as much as is possible with Halt – scared out of his pants. He crawled to another point in the dead tees, and looked out cautiously. He saw a flash of purple, but again, heard no sound, not a rustle of bushes, not a groan of the trees, no animals darting away in fright, nothing. That was, in itself, unnerving. He looked at the scrap of cloth left on the ground in front of him. He picked it up, pretending to inspect it closer, but actually looking out from under his cowl, scanning, scanning for any movement at all.

But the most terrifying thing that he had ever been faced with in his life, was the silence.

95. Advertisement

Horace sat on his chair, just in time for a lecture, about the knightly coat of arms. He learnt about the blue fist, which he liked the most, because he thought it symbolised power. But, to his disappointment, it meant that whoever bore it was a knight looking for work. He also noted some other ones, like the different symbols for different fiefs, but something didn't quite seem right. He looked at Sir Rodney, who was teaching them, and eagerly stuck his arm up. Sir Rodney looked puzzled, because he didn't think that he had left anything open for questioning in his explanations.

"Sir! Though it isn't actually called that, and it may be misunderstood as something-"

"Get on with it, Horace," Sir Rodney interrupted.

"Sorry, Sir, but isn't essentially advertisement? A marketing scam?"

"How do you figure that?"

"Well, when we get famous, as knights, won't they make little toys about us? And books? So our symbol will be like a marketing scam. Advertising."

Sir Rodney had to fight not to roll his eyes. "Sure, Horace, sure..."

Wah! Finished! I'm so happeh! And hopefully I can update soon, too. It didn't take me long, either, just an entire Pendulum album... Ok, maybe it took a while, but that is because I am TERRIBLE at drabbles. But please review, it is very reassuring to know that people are reading what I go through the effort to write. So click that little review button, don't be afraid now, there ya go.

Frogata, over and out!