Title: The Magnificent Seven Cats AU: "Harvest Time"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary: Buck laments over his big mouth.
Challenge: MyBrothersByChoice list's and Ficcers Unite's Magnificent Seven Challenge of the Week to write a TM7 drabble with "sorting" and "cleaning"
Warnings: TM7 Cats AU, Drabble
Word Count: 100
Timeline: Takes place while Buck, Chris, Josiah, and Nathan are staying with the native micepeople
Date Written: 12 August, 2010
Disclaimer: Buck Wilmington, Josiah Sanchez, Chris Larabee, JD Dunne, Vin Tanner, Nathan Jackson, Ezra Standish, and The Magnificent Seven are & TM CBS, The Mirisch Group, MGM, and Trilogy Entertainment, not the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Any one who wants to play in this universe may do so with two exceptions: We ask that you give Queen Cindy and ourselves, Pirates Turner and Sparrow, proper credit for the creation of this AU and we require that you absolutely do not kill or greatly injure any of these characters, the latter being due to the fact that we do not want such a thing to come back and bite our sweet children. Yes, the beings who are mixed with the Seven to make this new breed of heroes, as well as the other characters, are very real and dear to our hearts. :-) They have all already been rescued from various dangers and perils in the world, and we do not wish to have to do so again nor would we ever wish such tragedy upon our loved ones. We have pictures of the kids used herein if any one would like to see.

Buck stretched, his tail uncurling, as he stepped out into the fresh Fall air. "One thing I can say about teepees is at least there ain't nothing to clean."

"That's true," Nathan agreed, a smile playing over his dark, furry face.

Josiah wrapped a friendly arm around Buck, his gray plume twitching. He turned him to face the busy natives. "No, but there is plenty of work to go around, brother. Today starts the harvesting season for the natives. As we eat with them, we must also help them gather and sort their food."

Buck pouted. "Me an' my big mouth!"

The End