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A/N: Mary started this chapter.
Chapter 4: Rash Meets Tugger
He looked away to Rashkent, then back into her eyes.
"Not entirely," he said, "I can't put my paw on it, but something is up with this tom." Misto turned from Nememer and studied the desert cat, pondering on what it could be.
"It's hard to know anything…it's sort of like he has a barrier, or mask, of some sort protecting him."
"He does act a bit strange doesn't he?" Nem said, looking at the tom, "You should have seen the smirk on his face earlier…it looked…pure evil," Nem shuddered, "Like a Macavity smirk, it sort of gave me the creeps." She giggled nervously before becoming serious again, "Can you not look at his, I don't know…aura, or something? You know, to see if he is good or bad?"
"A smirk?" he mumbled, then shook his head, "Oh, sorry, Twas just a hint of curiousness, it won't happen again," Misto reassured. The black and white tome raised a brow, "Was that all? I daresay Trilly is behind on her lessons," he said, looking slightly nervous about it.
Nem wanted to ask him why he looked nervous, but decided to let him get back to his pupil instead. She said goodbye to him and walked off in the direction her friends and Rash had went in. She was trying to think of who the desert tom reminded her of, when she turned the corner and the answer was right in front of her. There stood her Uncle Tugger and Rash glaring at each other.
'Of course, he flirts around with the queens, just like Uncle Tugger does,' she thought. Etcy was standing next to the Maned Coone, as was Electra, his tow biggest fans.
"Who do you think you are?" Tugger said angrily. Nem saw Leo, Tanc, and Lena watching the budding argument.
'He's jealous,' Nem thought, 'Rash is getting queens' attentions and that means Uncle Tugger isn't the center of attention.'
Rash took a step forward, his nose only about a foot away from the shorter tom. Tugger wasn't much shorter, but that little bit reinforced the new cat's semi-dominance.
"My name is Rashkent, and who are you, my pompous friend?" he spat, erecting his ears and feeling the fur on his back bristle. Rash glanced back at the three kittens behind him, inwardly smiling at their reactions, "Come now, out with a name!"
Tugger's mouth dropped to the ground,
'How dare he talk to me like that!' He regained his composure quickly, however. Tugger flipped his mane and said,
"I am The Rum Tum Tugger!" Tugger was not going to back down from Rashkent. He had, after all, been raised with Munkustrap and Macavity. He had even fought Macavity before, he could handle this new tom if it came to a fight.
'This is my junkyard, and only I can be the playboy tom,' he thought to himself as his fur stood on end.
But would it be feasible to say that this sandy tom was stronger than Macavity? Rash wondered about this fro a few seconds, then snapped back with a blurted comment,
"Oh, sorry, The Rug Tug Tummer," he said, purposely messing with his name, just to annoy the king of queens. Electra glared at Rash,
"That's not his name!" she half-yelled at him. Being as haughty and up for a fight, seeing as he was declined one earlier, he retorted with an arrogant act,
"Oh, it's not? I could have sworn that 'twas his name."
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