I decided that I'd better try to do a serious story seeing as Cori has gone
to Venezuela for a holiday. I just thought that I'd better see if I can
still write serious fics. Um R/R.
Disclaimer: This disclaimer was found to be unsanitary and was deleted. Not really! This story belongs to me, the characters however belong to a rug... i mean RUG and Andrew Lloyd Webber (ALL HAIL ANDY!!) Um... read on!
(For want of a better title….)
The Serious Story – By Chibi Teazer
The eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Her paws pounded on the dirt. The screams of her sister making her run faster into the night. Running away from the place of terror that she had lived in as a kit. That she had been taken to by the evilest of cats. Her heart pounded in her ear as she heard one of his henchcats chasing her. His powerful, lithe body catching up to her in no time. Her skinny one, due to the lack of food that she had eaten in her so far short life, weaving away from him as quickly as she could. She could still see her sister's terrified face as she saw the evil one in front of them right in the middle of their escape route. She had screamed at her little sister to run! Run away! And she had. Like a coward, she had run. And left her big sister in his clutches. She had heard the sickening THUD as he struck her over the face. No doubt she was going to pay for the outrage of his 'favourite' queens' escape. The only place that the terrified queen knew to run to was her birthplace. And, oh how she ran. She ran so fast that she outsmarted the henchcat following her. She scarce knew where she was going until she reached her destination. As soon as she was there she collapsed. The yard seemed so familiar to her, yet, so distant and surreal that she almost believed she was dreaming. But she couldn't have been could she? She lay there. It was deserted, no one but the hooting of an overhead owl wondering if the creature below it was dead. She lay there until morning. She slipped in and out of consciousness not knowing if she was safe or not. She pulled herself into the shelter of a box that handily was nearby. And there she lay. She lay there until the squealing of kits was heard. Until one of the older cats found her crying. Tears streaming from her normally brave face. Her tear streaked fur must have been a sight at that point in time. She hadn't cared about the shock that she had given the lady cat that had found her. She was brought out to where she was met with kitten's eyes. Quite a lot of kittens. Evidently the new ones as they were still very small and 'cute'. How she loathed that word. It was what He had called her that first time he had hurt her. The kits looked up at her and she looked down at her. Her huge stature towering over them.
"Who are you?" asked one of them,
"Leave her alone," said a grey tabby about her age, perhaps older.
Her eyes scanned the crowd of onlooking, concerned cats. Concerned?! About her? Could it be possible?
"What is your name child?" asked a middle aged cat.
It was then that she remembered her sister. She suddenly collapsed in tears. Her sister! She had run, and left her in his evil clutches! She hadn't done anything about it at all! COWARD! Her head was screaming at her. Self-control did finally take over and she permitted a look at the female cat that had been cradling her for some time. She hadn't even noticed.
"Come now dear. What is your name?" she probed.
"B-bom."
The female cat gave a startled look up at one of the other cats who had looked just as startled. She quickly began,
"Is that short for anything dear?"
"Y-yes, Bombi."
The elder cat smiled at her.
"Anything longer than that?" she asked hopefully.
"Bombalurina." Came the reply.
She suddenly felt hands holding her.
"Bombi! My darling!"
Said the voice that she couldn't match up to a face.
"But?"
"Nothing! Your home, at last!"
Her eyes widened at the last comment.
"B-but Demi?"
"Demeter?"
"Yeah,"
"Is she safe?" asked the same voice that now seemed very concerned.
"N-no. He has her, no one's safe with him."
"Who?"
"Macavity."
A few of the elder cats gasped. Others eyed the younger kits who were listening intently.
"Well dear," said one cat pulling the one hugging Bombi off her. "I'm Jenny, and I am the nurse of the tribe. I think you are in need of a check up."
And with that Bombi was led away from her new found mother into a room that was obviously the 'surgery'. She poked and prodded and the little cat for quite some time until she decided that she was fit enough to be returned to the tribe. Bombi and her sister were quite different in the respect that Demeter was smaller yet older than her. She had always been the stronger one out of the two of them. Demeter looked up to her little sister both literally and metaphorically.
"Bombi? Are you alright?" asked her mother.
"I'm fine mum. But what about Demi?"
"We'll save her, I promise. We thought that we had lost you Bom. We thought we would never see you again but the everlasting Cat gave you back to us for a reason and I believe that the everlasting Cat will give me back Demeter."
"Mumma?"
"Yes dear,"
"What's your name?"
"My name is Jellylorum."
"I like that name."
"So do I dear. Now, goodnight. Tomorrow we shall devise a plan to get Demeter back."
And that is where I shall leave the first part of this very SERIOUS story.
Now little author notes:
Do not ask why they did not try to get Bombi and Demi back before. They did try except they continually had little memory lapses.
No complaints about Jelly being the mother of Demi and Bombi will be listened to.
I am not on speed, heroin, cannabis, marijuana, catnip or any other type of (il)legal drug. DO NOT ASK.
Um… I'm running out of things to say… but all of these generally have 6 things….
Coricopat IS NOT AND WILL NOT BE FOUND EVER IN ANY OF MY SERIOUS ONES, INCLUDING THIS ONE.
This shall be a three or four part saga. Please continue checking back for the next parts.
Disclaimer: This disclaimer was found to be unsanitary and was deleted. Not really! This story belongs to me, the characters however belong to a rug... i mean RUG and Andrew Lloyd Webber (ALL HAIL ANDY!!) Um... read on!
(For want of a better title….)
The Serious Story – By Chibi Teazer
The eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Her paws pounded on the dirt. The screams of her sister making her run faster into the night. Running away from the place of terror that she had lived in as a kit. That she had been taken to by the evilest of cats. Her heart pounded in her ear as she heard one of his henchcats chasing her. His powerful, lithe body catching up to her in no time. Her skinny one, due to the lack of food that she had eaten in her so far short life, weaving away from him as quickly as she could. She could still see her sister's terrified face as she saw the evil one in front of them right in the middle of their escape route. She had screamed at her little sister to run! Run away! And she had. Like a coward, she had run. And left her big sister in his clutches. She had heard the sickening THUD as he struck her over the face. No doubt she was going to pay for the outrage of his 'favourite' queens' escape. The only place that the terrified queen knew to run to was her birthplace. And, oh how she ran. She ran so fast that she outsmarted the henchcat following her. She scarce knew where she was going until she reached her destination. As soon as she was there she collapsed. The yard seemed so familiar to her, yet, so distant and surreal that she almost believed she was dreaming. But she couldn't have been could she? She lay there. It was deserted, no one but the hooting of an overhead owl wondering if the creature below it was dead. She lay there until morning. She slipped in and out of consciousness not knowing if she was safe or not. She pulled herself into the shelter of a box that handily was nearby. And there she lay. She lay there until the squealing of kits was heard. Until one of the older cats found her crying. Tears streaming from her normally brave face. Her tear streaked fur must have been a sight at that point in time. She hadn't cared about the shock that she had given the lady cat that had found her. She was brought out to where she was met with kitten's eyes. Quite a lot of kittens. Evidently the new ones as they were still very small and 'cute'. How she loathed that word. It was what He had called her that first time he had hurt her. The kits looked up at her and she looked down at her. Her huge stature towering over them.
"Who are you?" asked one of them,
"Leave her alone," said a grey tabby about her age, perhaps older.
Her eyes scanned the crowd of onlooking, concerned cats. Concerned?! About her? Could it be possible?
"What is your name child?" asked a middle aged cat.
It was then that she remembered her sister. She suddenly collapsed in tears. Her sister! She had run, and left her in his evil clutches! She hadn't done anything about it at all! COWARD! Her head was screaming at her. Self-control did finally take over and she permitted a look at the female cat that had been cradling her for some time. She hadn't even noticed.
"Come now dear. What is your name?" she probed.
"B-bom."
The female cat gave a startled look up at one of the other cats who had looked just as startled. She quickly began,
"Is that short for anything dear?"
"Y-yes, Bombi."
The elder cat smiled at her.
"Anything longer than that?" she asked hopefully.
"Bombalurina." Came the reply.
She suddenly felt hands holding her.
"Bombi! My darling!"
Said the voice that she couldn't match up to a face.
"But?"
"Nothing! Your home, at last!"
Her eyes widened at the last comment.
"B-but Demi?"
"Demeter?"
"Yeah,"
"Is she safe?" asked the same voice that now seemed very concerned.
"N-no. He has her, no one's safe with him."
"Who?"
"Macavity."
A few of the elder cats gasped. Others eyed the younger kits who were listening intently.
"Well dear," said one cat pulling the one hugging Bombi off her. "I'm Jenny, and I am the nurse of the tribe. I think you are in need of a check up."
And with that Bombi was led away from her new found mother into a room that was obviously the 'surgery'. She poked and prodded and the little cat for quite some time until she decided that she was fit enough to be returned to the tribe. Bombi and her sister were quite different in the respect that Demeter was smaller yet older than her. She had always been the stronger one out of the two of them. Demeter looked up to her little sister both literally and metaphorically.
"Bombi? Are you alright?" asked her mother.
"I'm fine mum. But what about Demi?"
"We'll save her, I promise. We thought that we had lost you Bom. We thought we would never see you again but the everlasting Cat gave you back to us for a reason and I believe that the everlasting Cat will give me back Demeter."
"Mumma?"
"Yes dear,"
"What's your name?"
"My name is Jellylorum."
"I like that name."
"So do I dear. Now, goodnight. Tomorrow we shall devise a plan to get Demeter back."
And that is where I shall leave the first part of this very SERIOUS story.
Now little author notes:
Do not ask why they did not try to get Bombi and Demi back before. They did try except they continually had little memory lapses.
No complaints about Jelly being the mother of Demi and Bombi will be listened to.
I am not on speed, heroin, cannabis, marijuana, catnip or any other type of (il)legal drug. DO NOT ASK.
Um… I'm running out of things to say… but all of these generally have 6 things….
Coricopat IS NOT AND WILL NOT BE FOUND EVER IN ANY OF MY SERIOUS ONES, INCLUDING THIS ONE.
This shall be a three or four part saga. Please continue checking back for the next parts.