Disclaimer: I don't own Cats ect
Authors note: Sorry I took so long on updating, I had no inspiration. Now I actually have a plot line, so there will be less random segments and more of a timeline. I'm going to try and include as many characters as possible, and can someone please tell me if I've spelt 'heavyside' wrong!
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As the harvest moon rose through the gossamer clouds Demeter lent back against Munkustrap as he twiddled his fingers through her head fur.
"You sure it was a good idea to put Alonzo on duty tonight?" Queried the round Demeter, her large eyes staring up at him. He shrugged.
"Hes trained well enough, why do you ask?" Demeter turned to face the moon again.
"Him and Cassy are having, difficulties." She said awkwardly.
"Really?" murmured Munkustrap. "Like what?"
"Cassy's vague-"
"When is she not?" chuckled Munkustrap. Demeter sighed.
"All I know is that she and Alonzo are now distant, and he isn't interested in her anymore."
"Your saying hes got another queen?"
"Maybe, I don't- hey Bomba!"
"Hello there my golden little sister." Purred Bombalurina as she bent down and planted a kiss on her sisters forehead, and a similar yet chaste kiss on Munkustrap's cheek.
"How is the precious couple doing then this fine festive eve?"
"Very well." Said Munkustrap smiling, tightening his arms around Demeter. Bombalurina smiled and flicked her gaze across the clearing as she settled down on Munkustrap's left, leaning slightly on him.
"The kittens dance is tonight." She murmured, placing one hand on top of Demeter's, marking the difference in colours.
The beautifully coloured three sat bathing in the moonlight as the celestial orb rose above them. As it got higher more of the tribe began to emerge, in couples or singly and would sit down on the scrap and draw their eyes to the moon. As it stopped above them they began to hear the music of the moon, a slow overture that grew louder as they tuned their ears to it. The overture told of the dances that would bring tonight, and the stars glittered to urge the dance to begin. The overture ended, and as one the tribe moved their eyes to the clearing. A pure white cat, sleek in appearance and petite in size lay crouched on the ground, and as the music began, she began to dance. The purity and beauty on each delicate limb invited the other kittens to join in until the moon-music reached the crescendo and they all fell down panting. Then they laughed, and the laughter spread to the watching tribe. The moon smiled and the stars shone, and one cat captured the moonlight in her eyes and turned its music to magic, and stepped forwards to weave a spell.
"What in heavyside in Cassandra doing?" Said Bombalurina quietly to Demeter and Munkustrap. Munkustrap shrugged and Demeter shook her head, and the murmurs quietened as Cassandra began to dance. It was slow and stately, and did not hold Bombalurina's attention. She noticed something, and tapped her sisters hand.
"Deme, look at the P-twins." Demeter looked over to the eerily psychic twins Corricopat and Tantomile, who were kneeling together. They were silently hissing from the shadows, and kept scratching the air as if trying to break something.
"What does that mean?" Muttered Demeter, Bombalurina shrugged.
"Bomba…." Said Munkustrap.
"What?" Said Bombalurina, as she followed Munkustrap's nod towards the clearing. What was once a solo was now becoming a duet, as a tall, muscular maned male joined Cassandra. Bombalurina gave a sharp intake of breath as Tugger's hands clasped around Cassandra's waist.
"He'd better not." She muttered, her fingers digging painfully into Demeter's hand. Tugger lifted Cassandra above his head, her legs in upside-down splits as he ran a gloved hand down one leg. Bombalurina hissed, and leaping to her feet spun round and ran off, furious at her mates impertinence. Munkustrap and Demeter sat speechless, both couldn't believe that Tugger had so publicly declared his affection for another female in front of Bombalurina. Demeter shook her head, trying to clear it of all the thoughts she didn't want. Something wasn't right, only earlier Tugger and Bombalurina had been sunbathing together in the midday sun, curled around each other, and being a cosmetic couple, had rotated to warm both sides every hour or so. Demeter narrowed her eyes at Cassandra, on whose lips played a confident smile that she'd won as the dance ended and she gently took Tugger's hand and began to lead him away into the shadows and towards her shared den. Everyone sat stunned, until hushed talking broke out amongst the tribe members as the kittens forgot the tradition of the dance and ran up to join the older tribe members, demanding explanations.
"I've got to find Bomba." Said Demeter, struggling to her feet. Munkustrap silently helped her up and nodded, and she fled with the grace of a cheetah into the shadows. Munkustrap turned to face the confused tribe, what was expected of him now?
Tugger followed in a daze as the Burmese's hips swayed into the depths of the den. She stopped, and her figure just stood there, slightly framed by the moonlight. Tugger fell on it with ravishing kisses along her shoulder and up her neck. He got no response, and offended he looked at her face. It was stony, her moonlit eyes wide. Tugger followed her line of sight to the nest. A mess of black and white fur, four eyes staring at them in terror.
"Its not what it looks like!" Cried Alonzo.
I'll update before February with the next chapter