Grizabella= 30
Alonzo=5
Tugger=7
Munkustrap=8
Macavity=14
Demeter= 8
Bombalurina= 13
Rumpleteazer=5
Deuteronomy (Not yet 'Old')=35
Jellylorum=31
Jennyanydots=27
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the O.C's and the plot
Thought I'd clear some ages up for you guys :)
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"Rumpleteazer!" The frustrated yowl rang around the Junkyard. Jennyanydots rolled her eyes. The senior cats chuckled, the kittens scattered, and Jellylorum scoured the Junkyard once more for the mischievous kitten. Hidden inside an old wooden bureau, the calico kitten waited patiently for Jellylorum to give up her search. However, patience was not one of her virtues. Her waiting period having exceeded twenty seconds, she jumped out of the drawer. She purred to herself and she slunk quietly to the "hide-out" of her current prey.
The Rum Tum Tugger.
The black bodied, tabby maned Maine Coon was the object of her... obsession. Every day around noon, she'd meet Tugger by the TSE1 and they'd play together. She hummed as she hopped into the rusty old car's backseat to wait for Tugger. A few moments later, a set of tan paws covered her eyes. These paws were gloved in black leather, the fingers of the gloves cut, and the knuckles studded. Rumpleteazer's heart skipped a beat. She knew it was Tugger, but she didn't dare hope. Plus, if she said his name, she could be wrong! So she waited, his paws covering her warm but not at all docile brown eyes. A playfull but impatient growl sounded behind her, and Tugger jumped over the seat and landed next to her.
"You didn't even guess!" Rumpleteazer just giggled in response, and Tugger grinned.
"Lets go play!" Tugger nodded.
"Whatcha wanna play?" he asked.
Just then, it began to rain. Rumpleteazer's ears drooped, and her shoulders slouched under the downpour. Instead of dashing off to hide from the water as he was prone to do, Tugger grabbed the smaller princess and carried her to an empty box nearby. Shivering and soaked, the young kitten curled up against her older playmate for warmth. Tugger purred, and as he softly hummed a melody, Rumpleteazer's breath became slow and steady, that of a sleeper. Tugger lay awake next to her thinking, and watching her sleep. Tugger was only seven years old, Teazer being five. Tugger thought it was safe to think he had a crush on the young princess, but to admit it to his brothers and friends would be sure death. Because she-cats had cooties! But not Rumpleteazer, 'cuz, Teazer's different! She's not...exactly a she-cat, right? She didn't act girly like her sisters or some of the other princesses, right? He nodded. Right. Rumpleteazer was different. So it was safe to think he liked her. Liked her liked her. But she didn't need to know that just yet.
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Macavity sat inside the den he shared with his parents, Deuteronomy and Grizabella, along with his three younger brothers, Munkustrap, Alonzo and Tugger. He stalked to his room with a glass of hot chocolate in his paws. The stunning red queen sat on his bed, watching rain stream down the window pane. He handed her the steaming cup, and she cupped it gratefully in her paws. She leaned against him as she drank. Her warmth was comforting, but all the Ginger Tom could think about was her sister, the Gold and Black Queen.
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Meanwhile, the Gold and Black Queen was asleep under a ledge.
The young silver tabby walked out of the shadows, wrapping Demeter in his embrace. Demeter sighed happily, but was interrupted by a furious snarl to her left. The Ginger Tom pounced on Munkustrap, sending him to the ground. He ripped at the soft silver fur beneath him with a fiery passion. He stood up, and calmly groomed himself. He walked over to the shocked Demeter, and cradled her in his arms. She leaned up and kissed The Ginger Tom softly. But he was no longer Ginger. His fur permanently stained red with his brother's blood.
Demeter sat up abruptly, her heart pounding, sweat pouring down her fur. A silver paw massaged her shoulders gently, and she relaxed, leaning against Munkustrap. But her heart presented a problem. Did she love Macavity, or Munkustrap?
Yet another short chapter. . I apologize, but I can't keep myself from adding more to the chapter! Love you guys! Review!