A.K.: Fresh from camp and still writing. Comment: Worst experience I've ever had there! I would have had more fun watching paint dry, or reorganizing lint! For my sanity and yours I will not retell. I'll just type. Plus side to all this: Carl got so scared from camp; he's become a hermit in his own house!

Chapter 14

Luna prowled the alley in the daylight, eyes scanning for a sign of white fur. Suddenly, a chill rolled down her spine. She stopped and sat primly still as five cats surrounded her.

"Well, if it isn't the pretty kitty."

Luna narrowed her eyes at the cats that surrounded her. "I'm looking for the leader."

"He don't need to see no house cat," spat one of the Siamese she'd fought last time. She sported a slash across her eye. Luna's stance softened some. "What happened to your eye?"

"Does it matter?" the Siamese's twin snapped. Her ear was torn. What had happened?

"Please, I don't want any trouble; all I want is to see the leader." Luna pleaded. She could easily dispatch this bunch of tattered cats and find Silver. But to hurt them without cause? She couldn't stomach it.

"Well you found it! Your stupid collar cost us half the gang! You'll pay, house cat." The slashed Siamese leaped at her, only to be swiped down by Spitfire.

"Try it, and I cripple you." Fire hissed.

The cats raised their hackles. Snow and Razz stepped out of the shadows and hissed back. Thunder and Octave joined in too. Soon it was six against five battered cats.

"So," a bitter voice hissed. "You brought back up this time."

Luna recognized Silver's low timbre. She tensed once again. "I need to talk to you."

Silver stepped from the shadows. He limped slightly. Luna almost rushed to his side. "What, house cat? Come to eradicate the rest of us?" he sneered.

Luna gave him a bewildered look. "What do you mean?"

Silver gave a snide snort and swished his tail, which was scarred as well. "Your humans showed up nine days ago and decimated us. They took Snowball and your collar, and killed off the weakest of my gang. You come back to finish the job?"

Luna shuddered. "Silver, I'd never-"

"How do you know that name?" Silver demanded. His hackles dropped. "I haven't been 'Silver' since…" He peered at her intently. "Cleo?"

She smiled tentatively. "I'm back, Silver, and we need to talk."

Silver turned away. "No, we don't. You left and when I offered you a place, you killed off my last gang."

Luna padded over to him, and cut him off. "That's what we need to talk about, Silver. And I have a feeling your Snowball might be in deeper than she knows."

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Brick snuggled with Blossom on his bed. Snuggling… That was one thing he thought he'd never do. But Bloss was closer to him like this, and he could let his hands roam all in the sake of snuggling.

He pressed another kiss to her neck, in the exact spot of his hickey. He stifled a chuckle as she murmured her protest about having to go soon. He traced a 'B' into her belly, just under her breasts. She wouldn't let him go that far. She'd made that exponentially clear when he'd tried to get to third base two hours ago.

"I've got to head back home, Brick…" she sighed disentangling herself with what he deemed reluctance.

"Five more minutes." Brick grumbled pulling her back, this time onto his chest. He grunted his approval at her killer curves meshed against his own frame.

"Brick…" she pushed up off his chest and looked down on him with pale rose eyes. "I'm serious; I have to go now."

Brick cupped her hips and grinned devilishly. "You know, you don't have to…" He wiggled his brows.

Bloss frowned and got off of him. Brick gave a frustrated growl. "Then, I'm coming too. I need to take Spitfire home."

"Fire can stay over, if he wants. But you can't." Bloss rushed to say it, like he would have invited himself. Which I would have…

"Spitface is coming home with me. I won't wear you down. He meows in his sleep." He pulled on his red base ball cap—not his old one, but one that Bloss have gifted him last week, for his belated birthday.

"He's not a bother… He's really sweet, and he loves cuddling with me, and he won't moan about it."

"I cuddle with you." Brick protested. Thank God my brothers can't hear me. Boomer was out with Bubbles and Butch was playing extreme laser tag with BC at Mojo Jojo's former headquarters.

"You complain, and try to grope me. Fire's sweet, and he nuzzles so close." Lucky cat, Brick thought.

"He's not staying over. He has an appointment tomorrow for the vet; shots and vaccinations and shit." He scratched the back of his head. He was suddenly glad he'd put it off until tomorrow.

Bloss sighed, and took off through his window, leaving a pink streak in the night. Brick promptly followed, rimming her pink streak with his red streak.

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Waving goodbye to Brick, Blossom fell onto her rose-pink bed sheet and sighed. Luna padded over to her and licked her cheek. Blossom giggled. "You're so precious…" She sniffed her sheets and wrinkled her nose. "But your scent is not very therapeutic. Off the bed, Luna, I need to change the sheets."

Luna leaped off in a graceful arch and mewed. Blossom smiled and started stripping the bed. "Really, it's like you had a cat party on my sheets…" HSe gathered the feline-pheromone scented sheets and stalked off to the basement to toss them into the washing machine in the basement.

Once down in the basement, she tried to find the fabric softener. "Where did Buttercup leave it? She's so disorganized with laundry…" She found the elusive liquid behind BC's old training equipment. The broken Olympic treadmill's broken belt held onto the bottle like it was the last hope of going for the gold.

Finally, victorious from her delicate struggle so as not to disturb the Professors, she poured the exact amount of softener necessary to make her sheets fluffy again. As she recapped it, a metal clang reached her ears. She whipped around. "Who's there?"

Some more scraping hit her ears. "Buttercup? Ricky?" she demanded. "I'm not in the mood tonight."

More scraping; this time, she pinpointed the sound's source. She zoomed over to the pile of dented weights and came face to face with narrowed heterochromic eyes. She screamed in fear.

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Luna was lounging in her cat bed, and musing over the day when she heard the scream. Instantly, she was on her paws and silently cursing herself. She'd told Silver to hide in the old gym-turned-laundry room.

"Please don't hurt him… Please don't lash out at her…" she chanted under her salmon-scented breath as she scampered toward the laundry room.

What she found in the laundry room made her moan in agonized frustration. "Oh, no…"

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Late in the afternoon the next day, Brick knocked on Blossom's window, Spitfire in hand. She had her back turned to him, cooing over something—Luna, no doubt—in her lap. "I'm so sorry, sweetie… I'll never hurt you again," she cooed.

Brick raised a brow. Had she stepped on Luna's tail? He knocked again. This time, she noticed and turned her head to see him. She frowned at him, and murmured. "I'll be right back, my little white knight."

Brick raised a brow. He may not like the Egyptian Mau that monopolized his girlfriend's time, but he was sure it was mottled slate gray with black and dark brown. She set the feline on the carpet and stalked over to the window and threw it open.

He opened his mouth to ask her who her "little white knight" was, and if he could skin said knight. I'm the only knight she should have. But as soon as he entered, she laid the longest kiss she'd ever initiated on him. He was slightly dazed for a few moments before some feline foe slashed at his shin. "What the Hell?" He fell back on Blossom's bed.

Fire landed on his paws with street-smart precision. Brick met the glaring eyes of a white American shorthair cat. He seemed scraggily and about as lovable as a teddy bear made of garbage. It was the boss cat from the night they'd found Luna.

Brick felt heat rise behind his eye lids as his heat vision fired up. Just when he was going to burn a hole in the bugger, Bloss scooped him up. "No, Silverstone, he's good. He's a friend."

"I'm your boyfriend." Brick retorted, earning a double glare from Bloss and Silver-tone or whatever.

"Brick, this is Silverstone; Silver for short. He's a new friend of Luna's." She smiled at the bundle of matted white fur in her arms. The cat's dual eyes were trained on Bloss's face in adoration. Great, not only does she have a male human fan base, but she has a male feline one, too! Brick groaned. "You just love cat's don't you?"

Bloss pet the cat in affection. "I do; and your just in time to help me bathe them and take them to the groomer's for their fitting."

"Groomers? Fitting? Why would I-" She planted another lip-lock on Brick that had him wishing she was always holding a cat, if it got him this. Would a black panther in her possession bring about his ultimate fantasy? He was almost desperate to find out. But instead, he said, "Hand me the damn cat shampoo. If you plant another kiss like that on me after I finish, I may just let you take me to the ballet or something."

Bloss smirked. "I'm not partial to the ballet; but I love a great Broadway play."

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A.K.: So Blossom seduces Brick into helping, Silver has just won over Blossom's heart and I found my inner peace. *floating in midair*

Butch: Why do you never expand on BC's relationship with me?

A.K.: *Falling on butt* Arg! I will humiliate you in the finale, Butch Leslie Nelson Jojo-Thatcher!

Butch: *Red-faced* You promised not to tell! *Runs off to find memory eraser—see next chapter*

A.K.: So, now that I have hurt Butch's ego, let's get on to the reviewing-thing. Please review.

BC: *Consoling Butch* Only a tough guy could rock the name Leslie and still be as hot as you.

Butch: That's why I love you, babe, even if your name is Buttercup Cand—

*BC delivers a T.K.O. by upper-cutting Butch's jaw with her Green Nova Burst. And the crowd goes wild!*