Chapter 6

Damn Pollicles

Turning around, Jemima was face to face with three huge Pollicles. Their dark fur bristled as they snarled at her with those dark eyes. "Mmmm looks like we've got ourselves a snack, boys!" snarled the largest of the three. Jemima's fur stood up as she hissed at them. "Back off!" She spit, swiping at the nose of one of them, who yelped out.

"You little bitch!" He roared and lunged Jem, pinning her on her back and snapping his jaw at her. Jem was able to hold his face back from nipping at her and dug her claws deep into the dog's flesh. He yelped again, backing off and allowing her to run.

"Idiot!" growled their Pollicle leader who ran ahead and pinned off Jemima's exit. The dog barked viciously, chasing Jemima back who skidded to a stop and dodge the snap of the beat up dog's jaws. The third began to chase her but ended up chasing Jemima up on a stack of crates. It kept her away from those beast's jaws, but it wasn't tall enough to climb up to the roof of the neighbor's house. What was worse was that the dogs were knocking against the crates to knock her down.

Claws slammed into a brick chimney, cutting and chipping the hard surface but leaving the black cat's claws untouched. Rumpus was still pissed off, still fuming at Macavity for bringing her into this.

He wanted to rip and tear and kill all over again. . . Where was that damn tom kit?

He knew he shouldn't of, but his wanderings brought him back near where the celebration had been. It was now long since dead but Rumpus could still smell the smoke from fireworks and sweet food they were serving and . . . and catnip?

The Queen! Was she still around?

Rumpus began to search, he couldn't smell the male anymore, which he smirked to but as he got closer he smelled something worse . . . dogs and . . .

Blood

He ran. His eyes slowing turning from their light green to a sickening orange yellow as he thought of what those bastard had done to his Queen. Ever Lasting cat help them if they hurt her. He'd fucking kill them, rip them to pieces and spit on their corpses. He heard snarling and growling, looking down, Rumpus came upon this.

Jemima was holding on to the crates, scared shitless and wanting to be home. She was in tears as the dogs knocked against the crate, barked and growling. Finally the lead dog gave it one final blow and Jemima was sent flying, she hit the fence, which was fine but the crate that she was holding on to for dear life came with her and crashed into her.

The dogs started to surround her, teeth glistening with drool as they licked their lips . . . until a vicious roar stopped them into their tracks.

Looking up, there stood 'The Great Rumpus Cat', his eyes were bright, sickly orange red. With a great hiss, his long sharp fangs bared at the Pollicles, and his claws gleamed in the moonlight. "Who da fuck is that?" snarled the clawed up dog. The youngest one shivered and started to back away, "I don't like how he's starring at us" he whimpered.

"Touch her and your dead!" roared the Rumpus Cat, his voice sounded like a millions hissing cats, echoing into the alleys. He jumped down into the alley, his fur spiked up as he stood between his queen and the Pollicles. In seconds the dogs were lunging at Rumpus, who slashed and clawed at the beasts. He slashed the youngest across the back and the little one went running, yelping.

The cut up dog attacked next, making the mistake of pinning Rumpus down for only a moment, which gave the great cat the ability to slash rip at the dog's face, cutting his ear and nose. The dog tried to back off but Rumpus saw him attack the queen first and didn't let him go. He climbed onto the pollicle's back and clawed and bit his fur. Rumpus smirked when he had slashed the dog on the ass as it escaped, because he left four deep cuts on the pollicles ass.

He turned to face the leader, who was staring at Jemma's unconscious form, licking his lips. It made Rumpus's blood boil. With a running jump and a vicious roar, Rumpus pounced on top of the dog. Biting and clawing as he turned in circles to get the devil cat off him.

"You little bastard!" barked the pollicle who flung Rumpus off and against the wall. He stood up shakily, but was knocked down again by the dog leader, who pinned and grabbed Rumpus down, biting and snapping. He cut open Rumpus' left ear, then had him by his neck fur. Tossing and shaking him about before flinging him into a trash can.

The dog panted, staring at the trash but seeing no movement. He gave himself a minute. He licked his wounds before walking up to the trash. "Little bastard" he growled, wanting to take care of whatever was left of the devil cat. "Where are you?" He growled, digging through it.

WHAM!

In a split sec Rumpus, whose eyes had turned to a blazing red, had sunk his fangs deep into the Pollicle's neck, his claws digging deep into the dog's flesh. The Pollicle howled and yowled in pain, trying to shake the cat off. Blood dripped from the dog's neck as Rumpus chewed his fangs deeper into him. He was finally able to knock rumpus off by slamming Rumpus between himself and the building wall. He staggered away, choking out "You'll . . . you'll pay for that you bastard!"

Rumpus panted heavily, licking the blood from his lips and spitting it to the ground.

Filthy creatures.

Dog's blood never tasted well to him, mostly due to all the processed crap they eat, but they didn't matter now. Rumpus' eyes started to turn back to a yellow when he saw that the queen was still unconscious and needed help. He checked, she was still breathing but he couldn't wake her. So he began checking her body for any wounds. She'd have bruises for sure but there was no cuts, or bites. He was glad, and proud to be honest. He watched her fight off the dogs while she could and she didn't do too bad a job.

Drip . . . drip . . .

It was starting to rain.

Rumpus snorted and picked her up, bridal style since there was not a human in sight, a started to take her someplace safe. No way in hell he'd leave her alone and home wouldn't be a good idea either, his owner would take her to the vet and then most likely the pound since he could only have one pet.

Rooftops would be better, no one would see him standing on two feet and carrying the queen to safety. He'd have to be careful of slipping though. Feeling her move, he looked down to see nuzzling against his chest, making him smirk and holding her closer to shield her from the rain. It wasn't long before they came upon an old abandon house, it was a little two story house that was dusty and the grass was over grown from neglect, but it made ideal hunting grounds. It was near the outskirts of the city so no one really care about it and it was bit away from Rumpus's owner and very far from the junkyard. But it was his safe heaven.

The second story window had a busted out panel and Rumpus climb in, still holding Jemima, and began to climb up to the attic. There was where he lived, well when he didn't want to be bothered by any one, or when he didn't want to listen to his owner and his current mate fighting.

In the attic, it was warm and cozy, the roof was still intact and so was the one circle window. Right below the window was a large 'bed' which was made up of a large old mattress, with several huge pillows circling around to make a sort of nest, while many kinds of blankets that Rumpus had collected over the years covered it all. Hanging down above the bed was something that one of his owner's pervious mates had made. Many different shaped and colored glasses hung down in front of the window on stings and hold hangers. While the rest of the attic was fill with old antique things and trunks, boxes and such.

Setting her down in the bed, Rumpus began to dry her off with a towel that was in the pile. She murred softly and purred when she was near dry and he was drying off her tail. Making him smile before moving to go and dry himself off. He began cleaning his ear which had thankfully stopped bleeding, but Jemima began to shiver at the lost of his warmth. Rumpus noticed, I mean he wasn't against snuggling with a queen to keep her warm. . .