HAT: Man... this is the end
Disclaimer: I own nothing besides the plot and OCs because if I did own CATS, someone would've gotten me bacon.
Day 7: TSE-1
Two cats sit on the TSE-1 car trunk, watching the kits roughhouse to make sure that they don't get hurt too badly, but otherwise they just sit there, cuddling with one another. These two have been mates for a while and have been parents long enough to know what to do when faced with repetitive problems. They've been through plenty together, and are still going through things due to being quite invested in the tribe still, as they should, and being there to give advise.
"Everlasting, I feel old," mutters the queen. Her pelt is a pale orange covered in tiger stripes and leopard spots and her eyes are chocolate brown and focused on the kits below them. "Where did the time go?"
Her mate, an orange tabby with brown stripes, a long brown tail, and white stripes on his face, glances at his mate with glass-green eyes and a small smile. "I don't know... why do you say we're old?"
She shakes her head. "We're watching our grandkits."
He nuzzles her gently. "You're only as old as you feel."
"Then I'm ancient."
"Seems like just yesterday we were kits," he murmurs. "Now we've got apprentices and getting ready to retire... time flies."
"Come on, Siria! Oh, Everlasting, someone, help!"
The two turn to see a black and white tux chasing a black, white, and gray stripped calico kitten with bright emerald eyes. A black, orange, and white calico duo jump from behind a junk pile, their dark brown eyes sparkling with a green tint while they cut off the path of the kit.
"Uncle Jerrie!" cries the kit, jumping into her uncle's arms.
The orange cats on the trunk of the car chuckle/giggle about the sight before them.
"Uncle Skimble, Aunt Jelly, have Jinger and Raquer been good?" asks a petite black queen with a white vest and with red dotting her head fur and paws, her large dark brown eyes curious about her kits.
Skimble chuckles. "They've been good," he assures. "Tired so they'll be going to sleep soon anyway."
The queen smiles. "Thank you," she says before nuzzling them. "Love you guys."
"Love you, too, Jemima," they reply.
Jenny smiles after the queen as she gathers her kits and goes to a white tom with black patches and brown stripes, especially the one that does over his left eye and ends in a point on his right cheek. His emerald eyes sparkle as he sees his mate and kits. They're a rather happy family, even after all the crap they've gone through. The old couple is used to all the drama, but luckily they're having a relative peace.
"Djandhi, quit hitting your brother!" Jenny calls.
A sleek brown queen with a white stomach and chest walks over, her bright blue eyes narrowed at the kit that's scolded. "What have I told you about that?"
"Sorry momma," the kit mutters.
"Ancient..." mutters the Gumbie Cat.
"You're still young and beautiful in my eyes," he replies, kissing her cheek.
"And you're an old tom in my eyes," she jokes.
He growls playfully and nuzzles her, causing her to giggle.
"Grandpa Skimble!"
He turns and looks at Risatera, one of his granddaughters. "Risa! How's my grandkitten?!" he asks, picking up the orange and gray kitten.
"Good," she answers. "I wanted to see you!"
"Well, that's good, but I'm the tickle monster!" She squeals as he tickles her sides and brings her neck near his mouth as he pretends to eat her. "Nom, nom, nom, nom, nom! Give up?"
"I give up, I give up!" cries the kitten.
He stops tickling her and sets the breathless kit in his lap to allow her to get her breath back. "Oh, you look tired."
She yawns. "I'm not tired... Grandma Jen, do you have anything to eat?"
"You know I won't have anything for a few hours," lightly scolds the plump queen.
The queen-kit curls up and falls asleep. The grandparents look down at one of many grandkits with soft smiles. With seven grandkits and one on the way, they're going to have a lot of great-grandkits if they live as long as Gus had (having just past away last year).
"Hey mom, dad!" the silvery-white queen with brown stripes and dark brown eyes says, an energetic smile on her face. "I see you have my daughter."
"Do you want her back?" Jenny asks.
A nod. "Thanks. You're amazing."
"We try," Skimble shrugs.
She takes her daughter and walks over to her mate, a gray-brown tom with gray-brown eyes. Skimble leans back against the windshield and Jenny lies back and curls against him. They quietly reminisce about their life together and about their kits. Finally, it seems that life's settled down.
And then a loud scream tears through the junkyard...
To be continued...
HAT: *cackles evilly*
Lyon: Seriously? You're doing that?
HAT: ... yeah... sequel or not? let me know in the reviews!
Lyon: Well, if you want it, review... Hey! Where'd my vest...
HAT: *looks at a fan-queen that has his vest then holds up hands* Hey, I don't know, Munkus was supposed to keep them out.
Lyon: Well, I've got a thing or two to say to Munkus. *cracks knuckles and walks away*
HAT: Lyon! Don't! *runs after him to save Munkustrap*
