(No Wilders were harmed in the making of this fan fic.)
Out Of Character
Chapter 1: To Name A Werecat
"We really need something to call you." Sin'Dera looked at the werecat in exasperation.
"I know, we can play shirades. You act out your name so we can guess it!" Nazo clapped her hands together grinning. The werecat sat frowning. "Rock...Pet Rock George!"
"How'd you get that?" Sin'Dera snorted despite herself.
"Abominable Snow Man off of Luny Toons. It was on this morning." Stray Long informed her.
The Pooka nodded. "And I had a pet rock I named after it when I was little."
"Naturally." Trent grinned.
The werecat was baring his teeth. "No? OK..." The fox swished her tail examining him. He scratched an itch on his arm. "Itches...Scratch!"
"What next Scratch and Sniff?" Trent teased.
"I think that was a growl." Dana noted. He held his head in his hands looking frustrated.
"Headache!" She guessed again. "Cyclops?!"
"No stupid, he has two eyes, Salys has one." Cinnabar shook her head, but then got a smirk. "How bout Cursive?"
"Kanji." Gander added. "Or Katakana?"
"Katatonic is more like it." Sin'Dera remarked.
"Comatose?" Dana countered.
"Lactose." Trent put in. "What? Cat's like milk right?"
"Pussy?" Salys woke with a grunt, then promptly went back to sleep after receiving several murderous looks.
"Kitty-Boy?" Nazo continued the madness.
"Oh yah, like that will go over with him." Stray Long glanced at him to see how he was taking it. He looked disgruntled.
Nazo tried again. "PUMA!
"Nike."
"No Gander, not shoes, man." Cinnabar snickered. "Stealth?"
Trent added another off handed suggestion. "Sneaky Pete."
Dana watched the werecat grow more annoyed. "Mrs. Noris, that attitude is unmistakeable."
"Cheshire Cat!" Nazo popped in before anyone commented on Dana's statement.
Stray Long shook his head in disbelief. "Like he smiles."
Nazo frowned thinking hard. "Ok, I've got it. Antisocial werecat person thingie."
"That's Mister Antisocial Werecat Person Thingie to you." Stray smiled at the idea of trying to call anyone something that long. "Mawpt for short?"
"Mopped with a southern accent...How rude." Trent cracked up. "I think we better stop before he goes into berserk mode and kills us all."
Out Of Character
Chapter 1: To Name A Werecat
"We really need something to call you." Sin'Dera looked at the werecat in exasperation.
"I know, we can play shirades. You act out your name so we can guess it!" Nazo clapped her hands together grinning. The werecat sat frowning. "Rock...Pet Rock George!"
"How'd you get that?" Sin'Dera snorted despite herself.
"Abominable Snow Man off of Luny Toons. It was on this morning." Stray Long informed her.
The Pooka nodded. "And I had a pet rock I named after it when I was little."
"Naturally." Trent grinned.
The werecat was baring his teeth. "No? OK..." The fox swished her tail examining him. He scratched an itch on his arm. "Itches...Scratch!"
"What next Scratch and Sniff?" Trent teased.
"I think that was a growl." Dana noted. He held his head in his hands looking frustrated.
"Headache!" She guessed again. "Cyclops?!"
"No stupid, he has two eyes, Salys has one." Cinnabar shook her head, but then got a smirk. "How bout Cursive?"
"Kanji." Gander added. "Or Katakana?"
"Katatonic is more like it." Sin'Dera remarked.
"Comatose?" Dana countered.
"Lactose." Trent put in. "What? Cat's like milk right?"
"Pussy?" Salys woke with a grunt, then promptly went back to sleep after receiving several murderous looks.
"Kitty-Boy?" Nazo continued the madness.
"Oh yah, like that will go over with him." Stray Long glanced at him to see how he was taking it. He looked disgruntled.
Nazo tried again. "PUMA!
"Nike."
"No Gander, not shoes, man." Cinnabar snickered. "Stealth?"
Trent added another off handed suggestion. "Sneaky Pete."
Dana watched the werecat grow more annoyed. "Mrs. Noris, that attitude is unmistakeable."
"Cheshire Cat!" Nazo popped in before anyone commented on Dana's statement.
Stray Long shook his head in disbelief. "Like he smiles."
Nazo frowned thinking hard. "Ok, I've got it. Antisocial werecat person thingie."
"That's Mister Antisocial Werecat Person Thingie to you." Stray smiled at the idea of trying to call anyone something that long. "Mawpt for short?"
"Mopped with a southern accent...How rude." Trent cracked up. "I think we better stop before he goes into berserk mode and kills us all."