(author's note) All right, I know that last chapter was pretty gruesome. That's the reason for the rating.
Anyway, thanx Phantom and Teazer Kitten for your help with the Tugger/Medica scene in this chapter! You both are brilliant! =^.".^=
The Rum Tum Tugger had just returned from one of his visits with Medica. Pictures of her still floated in his mind. He found himself taking the long way through the junkyard to the tribe's clearing, but he didn't care. He wanted to think about the lovely calico a little bit more, before he would have to turn his attention to the younger queens of the tribe.
She was so beautiful. He was lucky to have found her. They had met by accident really. He had been walking down the street when he saw something move in an alley. His hunter's instinct kicked into gear and he went to investigate. He moved as quietly as he could. He came upon a mouse that was scuttling around looking for scraps. The next thing he knew, a calico queen pounced on it, but the rodent managed to avoid her claws.
"Pollicle!" she exclaimed as she landed with a thump on the ground.
She watched the mouse run away from her. She practically jumped when a tall stranger pounced on it and killed it with a single blow of his paw. He picked it up and politely gave it to her.
"I would've caught it," she said, snatching it away.
The tom simply smiled and held up both his paws as if to say, 'of course, whatever you say.'
She had actually seen this tom a few times before. She always thought that he was handsome with his sleek black fur, his leopard spots and his long mane. But, she never got along very well with owned cats, so she kept her distance.
She gobbled up the mouse in only a few bites and then began to lick her paws clean. She glanced at the tom who was still watching her.
"Well, what do you want?" she sneered.
He smiled.
"Do you at all care what I want?"
"Is that some kind of joke?"
"Take it any way you want."
The queen wasn't sure what to say. She didn't want this tom to think that she was like all the other queens who would fall in a dead faint at his feet. She purposefully acted as though she didn't care in the least that he was there, but he was beating her at her own game.
"I want to know what the pollicle you are waiting for," she said indignantly.
The tom smiled again.
"A thank you maybe."
"Thank you," she said.
Only then did she actually look into his eyes. He was so handsome. He smiled at her.
"You're welcome."
The queen felt her face grow hot and quickly looked away.
"Not bad for a house cat," she commented.
"May I ask what a house has to do with hunting?"
"Your humans feed you don't they?"
"Of course my human feeds me, but I prefer my food scared and running."
The calico smiled. She was really beginning to like this tom.
"What's your name?" she asked.
He gave her that gorgeous smile that she was becoming very attached to.
"My human calls me Daniel. My name is Rum Tum Tugger."
"Rum Tum Tugger, I like it."
The queen bit her lip. She couldn't believe that she'd actually SAID that!
"May I have the honor of knowing your name?" he asked.
"Medica."
"Medica, only fitting that such a lovely name belong to such a lovely queen."
Medica blushed as the tom named Rum Tum Tugger took her paw in his and kissed it.
That was almost three weeks ago. He had gone to see her everyday since then. Rum Tum Tugger smiled at the thought.
Medica.
The beautiful green-eyed calico.
How he loved her!
"One of these days," he thought. "I'm gunna talk her into joining the tribe and spend the rest of my life with her."
It was strange. He always flirted with the queens of the tribe, but he was never serious about any of them. He didn't think that he'd ever be in a serious relationship with a queen. But, if this wasn't a serious relationship, the Maine coon didn't know what was. One thing he was certain about. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with this queen.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he kicked a small, but hard object in his path. He hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings and was pretty surprised by this snap back to reality.
"Whoa!" he said, jumping back.
He looked down to see a broken bottle covered with red stuff.
"What the Heavyside?" he mumbled.
He picked up the bottle and studied it.
What was the stuff that covered it? Ketchup? Why would a bottle covered with ketchup be in the junkyard? A glass bottle of that. He didn't know about other humans, but his was very big on recycling.
Curiously, he sniffed the dry liquid.
"Everlasting Cat!" he exclaimed.
The red stuff was definitely not ketchup. It actually smelled like. . .blood.
Rum Tum Tugger scanned the clearing that he was in. He saw a black figure on the ground not too far away. He ran toward it.
He was only a few feet away when he stopped short.
"Pollicle Heavyside," he whispered.
The figure was that of a cat.
Smaller than himself.
A tom.
A tuxedo.
It was his friend Mistoffelees!
He looked dead. He was covered with cruel looking cuts, most of which still bled. His white chest was now completely red, coated with blood. His whole body was coated with blood.
His eyes were closed.
Tugger couldn't tell if he was breathing or not.
There was something wrapped around his leg, just above his knee. A strip of leather. It looked like a collar.
Rum Tum Tugger bent down next to the figure of his friend and began to remove it.
The minute his fingers touched him, Mistoffelees jerked his leg away.
"No," he said weakly.
He struggled to move away from the Maine coon, but it was obvious that he did not have the strength to do so.
"Get away from me!" he rasped. "You've killed me, what more do you want?"
"Misto, calm down. It's me, the Tugger, your buddy, your pal."
The magical cat said something that could not be understood. Tugger gently lifted his head and wiped the blood away from his eyes. Misto stopped squirming when he clearly saw his friend.
"Tugger," he managed to say.
The Maine coon laid the tuxedo back down, and again started to remove the leather strip from his leg.
"Tugger. . .I. . .they. . ." stammered Misto, but he could not finish the sentence.
Rum Tum Tugger finally managed to unbuckle the collar and slowly removed the spikes from the tuxedo's flesh. He stared at it in surprise. He recognized it.
"Misto." he said. "Who did this to you?"
Mistoffelees tried to speak, but nothing came out.
"Misto, try to tell me. Who was it?"
"Th. . .guard. . .cats," stammered Mistoffelees.
Rum Tum Tugger bit his lip. He knew that the collar looked familiar. He wrapped it twice around his wrist and fastened the buckle. He would need to show it to the others as proof.
"Don't worry Misto," he said. "You'll be fine."
The magical cat shook his head.
"No."
"Yes," answered Tugger. "I'll get you back to the tribe and you'll be fine."
"No," repeated Mistoffelees.
He lifted one of his wrists for the Maine coon to see.
"I'm. . .already. . .dead."
Tugger held Misto's paw and stared at the cut. A look of fiery determination came to his eyes.
"No," he said.
He lifted the magical cat into his arms and started toward the tribe's clearing as quickly as he could.
Anyway, thanx Phantom and Teazer Kitten for your help with the Tugger/Medica scene in this chapter! You both are brilliant! =^.".^=
The Rum Tum Tugger had just returned from one of his visits with Medica. Pictures of her still floated in his mind. He found himself taking the long way through the junkyard to the tribe's clearing, but he didn't care. He wanted to think about the lovely calico a little bit more, before he would have to turn his attention to the younger queens of the tribe.
She was so beautiful. He was lucky to have found her. They had met by accident really. He had been walking down the street when he saw something move in an alley. His hunter's instinct kicked into gear and he went to investigate. He moved as quietly as he could. He came upon a mouse that was scuttling around looking for scraps. The next thing he knew, a calico queen pounced on it, but the rodent managed to avoid her claws.
"Pollicle!" she exclaimed as she landed with a thump on the ground.
She watched the mouse run away from her. She practically jumped when a tall stranger pounced on it and killed it with a single blow of his paw. He picked it up and politely gave it to her.
"I would've caught it," she said, snatching it away.
The tom simply smiled and held up both his paws as if to say, 'of course, whatever you say.'
She had actually seen this tom a few times before. She always thought that he was handsome with his sleek black fur, his leopard spots and his long mane. But, she never got along very well with owned cats, so she kept her distance.
She gobbled up the mouse in only a few bites and then began to lick her paws clean. She glanced at the tom who was still watching her.
"Well, what do you want?" she sneered.
He smiled.
"Do you at all care what I want?"
"Is that some kind of joke?"
"Take it any way you want."
The queen wasn't sure what to say. She didn't want this tom to think that she was like all the other queens who would fall in a dead faint at his feet. She purposefully acted as though she didn't care in the least that he was there, but he was beating her at her own game.
"I want to know what the pollicle you are waiting for," she said indignantly.
The tom smiled again.
"A thank you maybe."
"Thank you," she said.
Only then did she actually look into his eyes. He was so handsome. He smiled at her.
"You're welcome."
The queen felt her face grow hot and quickly looked away.
"Not bad for a house cat," she commented.
"May I ask what a house has to do with hunting?"
"Your humans feed you don't they?"
"Of course my human feeds me, but I prefer my food scared and running."
The calico smiled. She was really beginning to like this tom.
"What's your name?" she asked.
He gave her that gorgeous smile that she was becoming very attached to.
"My human calls me Daniel. My name is Rum Tum Tugger."
"Rum Tum Tugger, I like it."
The queen bit her lip. She couldn't believe that she'd actually SAID that!
"May I have the honor of knowing your name?" he asked.
"Medica."
"Medica, only fitting that such a lovely name belong to such a lovely queen."
Medica blushed as the tom named Rum Tum Tugger took her paw in his and kissed it.
That was almost three weeks ago. He had gone to see her everyday since then. Rum Tum Tugger smiled at the thought.
Medica.
The beautiful green-eyed calico.
How he loved her!
"One of these days," he thought. "I'm gunna talk her into joining the tribe and spend the rest of my life with her."
It was strange. He always flirted with the queens of the tribe, but he was never serious about any of them. He didn't think that he'd ever be in a serious relationship with a queen. But, if this wasn't a serious relationship, the Maine coon didn't know what was. One thing he was certain about. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with this queen.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he kicked a small, but hard object in his path. He hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings and was pretty surprised by this snap back to reality.
"Whoa!" he said, jumping back.
He looked down to see a broken bottle covered with red stuff.
"What the Heavyside?" he mumbled.
He picked up the bottle and studied it.
What was the stuff that covered it? Ketchup? Why would a bottle covered with ketchup be in the junkyard? A glass bottle of that. He didn't know about other humans, but his was very big on recycling.
Curiously, he sniffed the dry liquid.
"Everlasting Cat!" he exclaimed.
The red stuff was definitely not ketchup. It actually smelled like. . .blood.
Rum Tum Tugger scanned the clearing that he was in. He saw a black figure on the ground not too far away. He ran toward it.
He was only a few feet away when he stopped short.
"Pollicle Heavyside," he whispered.
The figure was that of a cat.
Smaller than himself.
A tom.
A tuxedo.
It was his friend Mistoffelees!
He looked dead. He was covered with cruel looking cuts, most of which still bled. His white chest was now completely red, coated with blood. His whole body was coated with blood.
His eyes were closed.
Tugger couldn't tell if he was breathing or not.
There was something wrapped around his leg, just above his knee. A strip of leather. It looked like a collar.
Rum Tum Tugger bent down next to the figure of his friend and began to remove it.
The minute his fingers touched him, Mistoffelees jerked his leg away.
"No," he said weakly.
He struggled to move away from the Maine coon, but it was obvious that he did not have the strength to do so.
"Get away from me!" he rasped. "You've killed me, what more do you want?"
"Misto, calm down. It's me, the Tugger, your buddy, your pal."
The magical cat said something that could not be understood. Tugger gently lifted his head and wiped the blood away from his eyes. Misto stopped squirming when he clearly saw his friend.
"Tugger," he managed to say.
The Maine coon laid the tuxedo back down, and again started to remove the leather strip from his leg.
"Tugger. . .I. . .they. . ." stammered Misto, but he could not finish the sentence.
Rum Tum Tugger finally managed to unbuckle the collar and slowly removed the spikes from the tuxedo's flesh. He stared at it in surprise. He recognized it.
"Misto." he said. "Who did this to you?"
Mistoffelees tried to speak, but nothing came out.
"Misto, try to tell me. Who was it?"
"Th. . .guard. . .cats," stammered Mistoffelees.
Rum Tum Tugger bit his lip. He knew that the collar looked familiar. He wrapped it twice around his wrist and fastened the buckle. He would need to show it to the others as proof.
"Don't worry Misto," he said. "You'll be fine."
The magical cat shook his head.
"No."
"Yes," answered Tugger. "I'll get you back to the tribe and you'll be fine."
"No," repeated Mistoffelees.
He lifted one of his wrists for the Maine coon to see.
"I'm. . .already. . .dead."
Tugger held Misto's paw and stared at the cut. A look of fiery determination came to his eyes.
"No," he said.
He lifted the magical cat into his arms and started toward the tribe's clearing as quickly as he could.