AN: WARNING: This is a SLASH fanfiction. A close friend of mine was flamed for writing a flash, and the flasher never bothered reading the whole story. So if you are not fond of slashes, either turn around RIGHT now, or wait until the entire story is up to post a comment. If you are not a flamer, than PLEASE, R&R! Thank you!
THE JUNKYARD
Bombalurina sat alone in her small nest made of news paper, cloth, and fuzz, trying to sort out her thoughts. The surge of emotion begging to emerge was of no help what so ever. Bombalurina bit her lip, biting back the tears, and trying to concentrate on the decision ahead of her. On one side, Rum Tum Tugger. The tom all the queens wanted, and could never have. Her mate. And then there was her lover. Sleek, and beautiful. Enticing. Female. There was her problem. Well, no. Tugger was a problem, so that made two. Number one, her lover was a queen. Number two, Bomba was already mated. Bombalurina sighed heavily. She hadn't ment to fall in love with anyone, let alone her best friend. But . . . Bombalurina's eyes clouded over as the memories washed over her.
THREE MONTHS EARLIER
Bombalurina had been chatting with Cassandra, Demeter, Rumpleteazer, and Tantomile when Munkustrap had gravely asked to speak to her alone. With a smile and a promise to return soon, Bomba followed Munku into a secluded area of the yard. She quickly took note of Munkustrap's depressive air, and asked what had happened.
"Mistoffelees. Macavity. He, Mac . . . Mistoffelees met Macavity in an alley alone, and Macavity took revenge for what he called, Mistoffelees 'parlor trick' with Old D on the night of the ball. Macavity challenged him to a battle of magic, and Misto lost. The penalty was death. Bomb, your brother's dead." Munku had replied. Bomba was in complete shock. She tried to move, but darkness had quickly over taken her. She had woken in the sick bay. She had no comfort. Tugger had gone away and for the moment she was utterly alone. Bomba had started to sob wildly. She couldn't stop. She had begun to cough and was gasping for breath. The mucus had become encased in her throat and she could no longer breath. Her eyes began to cloud over.
Who would have thought I'd die from tears?, Bomba had thought sarcastically. That's when she had felt two amazingly strong yet graceful arms circle her chest, and pull hard. A glob of blood and mucus was spit onto the floor. Bombalurina started to cough. She clawed on her rescuer, sobbing into their chest. She her small comforting sounds from deep in the felines chest, and a had slowly petting her head fur and back. She turned and buried her face into the deep brown downy fur. When she had finally regained her control, she looked up and found herself captured in the ice blue depths of her best friends eyes. Slowly, Bomba released her hold on the queen and began to back away.
"I, er, I mean, tha . . . Thank you." She stuttered, still enraptured by her friends gaze.
"You're all right now?" The deep voice purred.
"Ye, Yes. I'm, I'm fine. Thank you Cassandra."
THE JUNKYARD
Bombalurina sat alone in her small nest made of news paper, cloth, and fuzz, trying to sort out her thoughts. The surge of emotion begging to emerge was of no help what so ever. Bombalurina bit her lip, biting back the tears, and trying to concentrate on the decision ahead of her. On one side, Rum Tum Tugger. The tom all the queens wanted, and could never have. Her mate. And then there was her lover. Sleek, and beautiful. Enticing. Female. There was her problem. Well, no. Tugger was a problem, so that made two. Number one, her lover was a queen. Number two, Bomba was already mated. Bombalurina sighed heavily. She hadn't ment to fall in love with anyone, let alone her best friend. But . . . Bombalurina's eyes clouded over as the memories washed over her.
THREE MONTHS EARLIER
Bombalurina had been chatting with Cassandra, Demeter, Rumpleteazer, and Tantomile when Munkustrap had gravely asked to speak to her alone. With a smile and a promise to return soon, Bomba followed Munku into a secluded area of the yard. She quickly took note of Munkustrap's depressive air, and asked what had happened.
"Mistoffelees. Macavity. He, Mac . . . Mistoffelees met Macavity in an alley alone, and Macavity took revenge for what he called, Mistoffelees 'parlor trick' with Old D on the night of the ball. Macavity challenged him to a battle of magic, and Misto lost. The penalty was death. Bomb, your brother's dead." Munku had replied. Bomba was in complete shock. She tried to move, but darkness had quickly over taken her. She had woken in the sick bay. She had no comfort. Tugger had gone away and for the moment she was utterly alone. Bomba had started to sob wildly. She couldn't stop. She had begun to cough and was gasping for breath. The mucus had become encased in her throat and she could no longer breath. Her eyes began to cloud over.
Who would have thought I'd die from tears?, Bomba had thought sarcastically. That's when she had felt two amazingly strong yet graceful arms circle her chest, and pull hard. A glob of blood and mucus was spit onto the floor. Bombalurina started to cough. She clawed on her rescuer, sobbing into their chest. She her small comforting sounds from deep in the felines chest, and a had slowly petting her head fur and back. She turned and buried her face into the deep brown downy fur. When she had finally regained her control, she looked up and found herself captured in the ice blue depths of her best friends eyes. Slowly, Bomba released her hold on the queen and began to back away.
"I, er, I mean, tha . . . Thank you." She stuttered, still enraptured by her friends gaze.
"You're all right now?" The deep voice purred.
"Ye, Yes. I'm, I'm fine. Thank you Cassandra."