Gs Note: Heeeey! How is it going everyone? I know, it's been a while,
sorry!
I had to get a part out though, today is Dooley's (one of my cats) birthday! He's turning thirteen so we've all be doing special things for him! He was in the inspiration for Neko so you can all thank him!
I have 10 more days until I found out where I'm going next year, wish me luck! I'll have a chapter out by then, just to babble about that so no worries! ^_^
The chapter system is going to change. You see, The Annual Coast-To-Coast American Cat Show is two weeks long, fourteen (14) days. As such, it'll be one chapter per day that happens. So at least fourteen more chapters. So instead of chapter they are going to be days. Today is Day Zero as the show hasn't started yet ^_^
Thanks to my peoples: Jack, Ellie, tenshiamanda and Xing ^_^ I hope this lives up to the reputation ^_~
DAY Zero
London, England
The air was fresher down the left tunnel. Smells of grass, wet from rain, and seeds of flowers not yet sprouted assaulted Herman's nose. He took a deep breath, lingering by the turn and wishing he could do nothing but run out into that yard.
He scowled as his claws clicked on the tin surface of the vents. He couldn't leave now. When he had mangled his face years ago and found this house, it had seemed like a dream come true. He knew there were several cats in it but there had never been one who went after rats like himself.
Until that one they called Heero had come along. Still, the thought of having an enemy was fun and he enjoyed playing around that that cat. Now, with his joints aging and his one eye dimmed, he knew he was going to lose that game soon. The prospect of losing to a worth adversary was acceptable to him, he had lived three and half long years. That was much longer then he had expected when he had first been injured.
He was comfortably looking towards his death when that other cat had come. Relena was what she called herself and he spat at her whenever she wasn't looking. He was too old to escape the house now and he didn't look forward to his death being by her hands.
He paused at the vent, cautiously sniffed the air and started to busy himself with loosening the grate bolt on the other side. In his one moment of carelessness, that female had caught him in more then just a deal for his life. She had him baited now and followed him constantly. If he didn't do what she wished, his life would be reduced to a humiliating stage until it finally dwindled into nothing.
He was even more disgusted when she explained her plan. She wanted to take out the mate of his enemy. He had heard the people talking about 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend.' He knew that Relena wasn't his friend. And he knew that Heero's mate wouldn't even allow him a moment to talk before wiping him out.
Still, he could grant his old hunter with one last honour and let his death have meaning. He slipped a small look over his shoulder. As long as Relena didn't found out of course.
***
New York City, USA
The excitement had faded slightly as the crowds began to diminish and then finally leave. After being checked out by the vet, watching Her have a tussle with a judge official about the colour of Heero's eyes and the validity of Mariemaia's stripes, being poked by one woman's little girl and nearly knocked over by a careless labourer, Heero was dead tired.
He was laying on the plush cat bed She always brought along. He knew it would be a long day tomorrow. From the talks he had over heard from Her, this show wasn't going to be concentrated in this city. They were going to be travelling. Tomorrow was the first classes that he was entered it. It was definitely going to be tiring.
He tucked his nose under his tail and started to drift off to sleep when he heard a voice whispering.
Heero figured it was just one of the younger cats so he ignored them. After a few minutes, though, he found the never-ending whisper was finally annoying him. He looked up and glared out into the near black room. He couldn't see who was talking so he bet they were underneath his cage.
"Hey!" before Heero could start yelling, Wufei beat him. "Some of us are trying to sleep! Shut the hell up!"
The voices immediately fell silent and Heero curled back up. He finally fell asleep to Wufei's grumbling and Quatre's soft snores.
London, England
Herman couldn't help but jump at the loud bang outside of the house. the backfire of the car reached even the inner part of the house and he shuddered. Cars had never been a good invention in his mind. He pushed the grate open, the second bolt holding it in place removed. It was far from the female wing of the house but Relena had been paranoid of detection.
Hilde had left long ago and the house was dark and silent. Herman waddled down the hall, his naked tail swaying behind him. He didn't know the halls of the house as well as he knew the ventilation system but he tried his best and soon found the door he needed. A quick glance told him that Relena was still behind him.
This step was a little childish on Relena's behalf, but Herman was forced to see it through. He was supposed to go in, cause panic, than tell this Duo that she was looking for her. It was risky in his opinion but then again, he was the rat walking into a room full of healthy cats. Risky didn't cover it. Still, since Relena wasn't coming in with him he had a chance to fulfill his own plan.
Hilde had been careful to close the door completely. Herman wasn't as agile as he had once been so he fell the first time when he tried to climb up he table cloth on the table right beside the door handle.
Once he reached the top he took a couple steadying breaths. He could feel Relena's stare raise the fur on this back. He paused for a only a minute. With a mighty leap, he managed to snag the handle and use his weight to turn it. The door swung open much faster then he anticipated. He was knocked off as the door slammed into the wall inside the room.
Painfully, he pulled himself to his feet. The room was practically empty. Limping, he hurried off to where he knew the kittens were. Duo was sure to be in there too. That door was open and he crept in as quietly as he could.
While it was in Relena's plan to scare every living beast in the wing, it wasn't in Herman's.
His eye only picked out vague tall boxes arching over his head. He strained his neck but couldn't even make out the tops. He gulped nervously, his plan was suddenly looking like a very bad idea. Still, he cautiously began to walk down the aisle in the room sniffing. He was hoping to catch a scent similar to Heero's.
It was to his great relief (or fear) that he not only found a similar scent, he found the exact one. It seemed to be a day or so old but there was no mistaking Heero's own unique smell. Herman paused beside the box and sat up on his hind legs. It still looked like an unclimbable monster. He dug his claws into the wood and started to make his way up the perilous wall.
Feeling very big and uncomfortable, Dorothy stood from her spot on the couch in the group room. Several of the younger cats around her were snoring uproarishly and she finally was fed up of the noise. As quietly as she could, Dorothy picked her way along the floor to get a drink.
As she stepped into the middle room, she noticed the door was wide open. She frowned. Even Hilde wasn't that careless. And Dorothy herself had seen that it was tightly closed that night.
Her senses on alert, Dorothy scanned the room. No shadows were moving by the cages, the corners were free of objects, there wasn't a sound stirring in the room yet-
Dorothy froze as she caught the ugly smell. Her claws flexed and she snarled. There was a rat in the wing.
It was fresh and when Dorothy started to hunt for it, it was in the kitten room.
Now, Dorothy felt her heart skip a beat as she suddenly realised just how grave the situation was.
Rats were food for cats. She hunted many of them in her day. But cats were also food for rats. Horror stories about how kittens had been dragged from their litter while their mother slept on came back to her. Rats didn't always eat the carcasses, they left them where a mother could find it. Dorothy couldn't contain a growl.
She heard a scrambling noise in the kitten room. Forgetting herself, she turned and dashed into the room.
Her eyes adjusted to the darker room before she spotted it. There, hanging off the wall of one of the boxes, was one vile, ugly vermin.
Dorothy saw red as she charged, teeth and claws ready. For a brief second she had a terrifying realisation that the rat was hanging off of Duo's box.
She saw the rat's eye turn towards her right before she pounced. Her heart was pounding in her ears, the cries of the other cats awoken by her warning fell on deaf ears as she wrapped bother paws around the rats' middle and dragged him off the wood.
Herman only had half a second to prepare for the attack but he was ready. When the Persian sunk her claws in, Herman ignored the pain and latched onto her paw with his razor teeth. Cutting right through the thick fur and down to bone, her heard her yowl.
Duo woke at Dorothy's hiss. She jumped up immediately, leaving her kittens in bewilderment and looked over the side of the box. All she saw was a white blur as Dorothy whipped by the box's edge then screamed in pain and shook a grey thing from her paw. As the object fell from her paw dazing, Duo hissed herself.
A rat.
Duo launched herself off the top of the wall and leaded on the unfortunate Herman. The chocolate cat hooked the old rat with one paw and sent him flying across the wall into an ungraceful heap.
The threat out of the way, Duo turned back to where Dorothy huddled on the ground, her paw bleeding.
"Dorothy," Duo approached her cautiously. "Are you all right?"
There was a pause, the Dorothy shook her head. "No, I- I think I'm hurt bad Duo. Look."
The paw was obviously broken, blood bubbled out of the bite, both from the soft pad under her paw and the top. It was swelling quickly and was exposed to the open air. The smell of blood filled the whole room. All of the other mother cats had woken up to see the fight and where shooing the other cats who had come to see the noise out.
Duo crept closer, making sure the sight was hidden from the view of the door. The rat was out cold on the floor so Duo ignored him.
"It'll be all right, Dorothy," Duo saw shocked and scared to see the lost and vacant expression on the Persian's face.
"No!" she burst out, snarling. "No, it won't be all right, Duo! Do you know what will happen now? I have no use! They're going to kick me out! Just like Silvia!" she turned to Duo, anger, anguish and pain clouding over the once brilliant blue eyes.
Duo didn't know what to do. No one was daring to come near her or Dorothy so she came right up to the Persian. She curled up right beside Dorothy and began to groom her ears.
I had to get a part out though, today is Dooley's (one of my cats) birthday! He's turning thirteen so we've all be doing special things for him! He was in the inspiration for Neko so you can all thank him!
I have 10 more days until I found out where I'm going next year, wish me luck! I'll have a chapter out by then, just to babble about that so no worries! ^_^
The chapter system is going to change. You see, The Annual Coast-To-Coast American Cat Show is two weeks long, fourteen (14) days. As such, it'll be one chapter per day that happens. So at least fourteen more chapters. So instead of chapter they are going to be days. Today is Day Zero as the show hasn't started yet ^_^
Thanks to my peoples: Jack, Ellie, tenshiamanda and Xing ^_^ I hope this lives up to the reputation ^_~
DAY Zero
London, England
The air was fresher down the left tunnel. Smells of grass, wet from rain, and seeds of flowers not yet sprouted assaulted Herman's nose. He took a deep breath, lingering by the turn and wishing he could do nothing but run out into that yard.
He scowled as his claws clicked on the tin surface of the vents. He couldn't leave now. When he had mangled his face years ago and found this house, it had seemed like a dream come true. He knew there were several cats in it but there had never been one who went after rats like himself.
Until that one they called Heero had come along. Still, the thought of having an enemy was fun and he enjoyed playing around that that cat. Now, with his joints aging and his one eye dimmed, he knew he was going to lose that game soon. The prospect of losing to a worth adversary was acceptable to him, he had lived three and half long years. That was much longer then he had expected when he had first been injured.
He was comfortably looking towards his death when that other cat had come. Relena was what she called herself and he spat at her whenever she wasn't looking. He was too old to escape the house now and he didn't look forward to his death being by her hands.
He paused at the vent, cautiously sniffed the air and started to busy himself with loosening the grate bolt on the other side. In his one moment of carelessness, that female had caught him in more then just a deal for his life. She had him baited now and followed him constantly. If he didn't do what she wished, his life would be reduced to a humiliating stage until it finally dwindled into nothing.
He was even more disgusted when she explained her plan. She wanted to take out the mate of his enemy. He had heard the people talking about 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend.' He knew that Relena wasn't his friend. And he knew that Heero's mate wouldn't even allow him a moment to talk before wiping him out.
Still, he could grant his old hunter with one last honour and let his death have meaning. He slipped a small look over his shoulder. As long as Relena didn't found out of course.
***
New York City, USA
The excitement had faded slightly as the crowds began to diminish and then finally leave. After being checked out by the vet, watching Her have a tussle with a judge official about the colour of Heero's eyes and the validity of Mariemaia's stripes, being poked by one woman's little girl and nearly knocked over by a careless labourer, Heero was dead tired.
He was laying on the plush cat bed She always brought along. He knew it would be a long day tomorrow. From the talks he had over heard from Her, this show wasn't going to be concentrated in this city. They were going to be travelling. Tomorrow was the first classes that he was entered it. It was definitely going to be tiring.
He tucked his nose under his tail and started to drift off to sleep when he heard a voice whispering.
Heero figured it was just one of the younger cats so he ignored them. After a few minutes, though, he found the never-ending whisper was finally annoying him. He looked up and glared out into the near black room. He couldn't see who was talking so he bet they were underneath his cage.
"Hey!" before Heero could start yelling, Wufei beat him. "Some of us are trying to sleep! Shut the hell up!"
The voices immediately fell silent and Heero curled back up. He finally fell asleep to Wufei's grumbling and Quatre's soft snores.
London, England
Herman couldn't help but jump at the loud bang outside of the house. the backfire of the car reached even the inner part of the house and he shuddered. Cars had never been a good invention in his mind. He pushed the grate open, the second bolt holding it in place removed. It was far from the female wing of the house but Relena had been paranoid of detection.
Hilde had left long ago and the house was dark and silent. Herman waddled down the hall, his naked tail swaying behind him. He didn't know the halls of the house as well as he knew the ventilation system but he tried his best and soon found the door he needed. A quick glance told him that Relena was still behind him.
This step was a little childish on Relena's behalf, but Herman was forced to see it through. He was supposed to go in, cause panic, than tell this Duo that she was looking for her. It was risky in his opinion but then again, he was the rat walking into a room full of healthy cats. Risky didn't cover it. Still, since Relena wasn't coming in with him he had a chance to fulfill his own plan.
Hilde had been careful to close the door completely. Herman wasn't as agile as he had once been so he fell the first time when he tried to climb up he table cloth on the table right beside the door handle.
Once he reached the top he took a couple steadying breaths. He could feel Relena's stare raise the fur on this back. He paused for a only a minute. With a mighty leap, he managed to snag the handle and use his weight to turn it. The door swung open much faster then he anticipated. He was knocked off as the door slammed into the wall inside the room.
Painfully, he pulled himself to his feet. The room was practically empty. Limping, he hurried off to where he knew the kittens were. Duo was sure to be in there too. That door was open and he crept in as quietly as he could.
While it was in Relena's plan to scare every living beast in the wing, it wasn't in Herman's.
His eye only picked out vague tall boxes arching over his head. He strained his neck but couldn't even make out the tops. He gulped nervously, his plan was suddenly looking like a very bad idea. Still, he cautiously began to walk down the aisle in the room sniffing. He was hoping to catch a scent similar to Heero's.
It was to his great relief (or fear) that he not only found a similar scent, he found the exact one. It seemed to be a day or so old but there was no mistaking Heero's own unique smell. Herman paused beside the box and sat up on his hind legs. It still looked like an unclimbable monster. He dug his claws into the wood and started to make his way up the perilous wall.
Feeling very big and uncomfortable, Dorothy stood from her spot on the couch in the group room. Several of the younger cats around her were snoring uproarishly and she finally was fed up of the noise. As quietly as she could, Dorothy picked her way along the floor to get a drink.
As she stepped into the middle room, she noticed the door was wide open. She frowned. Even Hilde wasn't that careless. And Dorothy herself had seen that it was tightly closed that night.
Her senses on alert, Dorothy scanned the room. No shadows were moving by the cages, the corners were free of objects, there wasn't a sound stirring in the room yet-
Dorothy froze as she caught the ugly smell. Her claws flexed and she snarled. There was a rat in the wing.
It was fresh and when Dorothy started to hunt for it, it was in the kitten room.
Now, Dorothy felt her heart skip a beat as she suddenly realised just how grave the situation was.
Rats were food for cats. She hunted many of them in her day. But cats were also food for rats. Horror stories about how kittens had been dragged from their litter while their mother slept on came back to her. Rats didn't always eat the carcasses, they left them where a mother could find it. Dorothy couldn't contain a growl.
She heard a scrambling noise in the kitten room. Forgetting herself, she turned and dashed into the room.
Her eyes adjusted to the darker room before she spotted it. There, hanging off the wall of one of the boxes, was one vile, ugly vermin.
Dorothy saw red as she charged, teeth and claws ready. For a brief second she had a terrifying realisation that the rat was hanging off of Duo's box.
She saw the rat's eye turn towards her right before she pounced. Her heart was pounding in her ears, the cries of the other cats awoken by her warning fell on deaf ears as she wrapped bother paws around the rats' middle and dragged him off the wood.
Herman only had half a second to prepare for the attack but he was ready. When the Persian sunk her claws in, Herman ignored the pain and latched onto her paw with his razor teeth. Cutting right through the thick fur and down to bone, her heard her yowl.
Duo woke at Dorothy's hiss. She jumped up immediately, leaving her kittens in bewilderment and looked over the side of the box. All she saw was a white blur as Dorothy whipped by the box's edge then screamed in pain and shook a grey thing from her paw. As the object fell from her paw dazing, Duo hissed herself.
A rat.
Duo launched herself off the top of the wall and leaded on the unfortunate Herman. The chocolate cat hooked the old rat with one paw and sent him flying across the wall into an ungraceful heap.
The threat out of the way, Duo turned back to where Dorothy huddled on the ground, her paw bleeding.
"Dorothy," Duo approached her cautiously. "Are you all right?"
There was a pause, the Dorothy shook her head. "No, I- I think I'm hurt bad Duo. Look."
The paw was obviously broken, blood bubbled out of the bite, both from the soft pad under her paw and the top. It was swelling quickly and was exposed to the open air. The smell of blood filled the whole room. All of the other mother cats had woken up to see the fight and where shooing the other cats who had come to see the noise out.
Duo crept closer, making sure the sight was hidden from the view of the door. The rat was out cold on the floor so Duo ignored him.
"It'll be all right, Dorothy," Duo saw shocked and scared to see the lost and vacant expression on the Persian's face.
"No!" she burst out, snarling. "No, it won't be all right, Duo! Do you know what will happen now? I have no use! They're going to kick me out! Just like Silvia!" she turned to Duo, anger, anguish and pain clouding over the once brilliant blue eyes.
Duo didn't know what to do. No one was daring to come near her or Dorothy so she came right up to the Persian. She curled up right beside Dorothy and began to groom her ears.