Oh look, I got bored and now I'm writing another fanfiction. Even though I should be working on my other ones. But nooooo, I can't be reasonable.
WARNING, uhh, lots of blood I guess. YAOI probably. I don't really have a plan here.
Enjoy Saplings!
Bold: Author Speaking
'thoughts'
"speaking"
'Intrusive Thoughts'
Prophecies
In which Smudge becomes a plot device and a number of suspicious happenings occur around Rusty's house
Rusty yawned in annoyance. His housefolk had been shuffling around for weeks now, packing their collections and moving the soft rocks. It made it very hard to sleep.
The kitten had just found a lovely beam of sunlight and curled up when his housefolk shooed him off the box, and then had the audacity to move the box!
With a humph and a tail twitch Rusty walked out the cat flap to his garden, hoping to find a place to sleep there.
Padding up to the fence he enjoyed the unfiltered buttery light. With a leap and a bit of a scramble due to his small size, Rusty made it to the top the fence to find a napping spot there. Crouching down with a purr, he closed his eyes. Only to shoot them open again when his slightly plump neighbor Smudge made his own flying leap to the top of the fence. Though his weight made it considerably more difficult.
The ginger tom rose to greet his friend with a purr, his excitable friend practically leaping.
"Rusty, Rusty, Rusty!" the black and white cat mewed.
"Hello Smudge." Came the irritable response.
Smudge faltered at the tom cat's tone, excitement turning to concern.
"Rusty, you okay? You seem kinda down."
Rusty gave a long suffering sigh. A rather impressive feat for a kitten of his age.
"I'm fine Smudge. My housefolk keep moving everything and I haven't been able to sleep well. I shouldn't have spoken to you that way no matter how bad of a day I've been having."
Smudge was quick to reply mewing, "Don't worry about, I get cranky when I don't sleep well too"
"Thanks Smudge. Is there something you wanted?" Rusty asked his friend.
"what, of course not. Does a cat need a reason to come see their best friend?" Smudge asked.
"When that cat is you, yes" The ginger deadpanned.
The pleading eyes of the black and white cat in front of him promised nothing but pain for Rusty. He knew that look from the few times Smudge had come to him for help with something stupid. Like cheering up their cranky, fence hogging neighbor Henry. An idea quickly shot down by Rusty, but Smudge insisted. It resulted in nothing but a sulky Smudge and an extra irritable Henry. Rusty actually spent more time cheering up Smudge (A strangely difficult prospect) than trying to make Henry happy.that loooko
"This isn't going to be another Henry debacle, is it?" Rusty skeptically asked.
"What? NO! Its just, well… my housefolk are out for a couple days and I've been *awkward cough* a little lonely and was wondering if you'd bunk over 'till they came back." His friend pleaded awkwardly.
Smudge looked for his friend's response only to find Rusty staring at him, his face completely blank.
"That's a stupid idea" came the ginger's emotionless reply
Smudge immediately yowled out an indignant, "What?!"
Rusty gave another long sigh while his face became well acquainted with his paw. "Look Smudge, your housefolk hate me. Really hate me. Nothing good will come of it."
"But Ruusssttyyyyy" Smudge whined, "My housefolk aren't here! They can't get mad at you if they're not there."
Rusty's paw had a touching reunion with his face as he let loose yet another, all too frequent, sigh. At this point he might as well change his name to Sigher. Or maybe He Who Sighs.
"Fine." He reluctantly obliged. He was going to regret this, he just knew it.
The two-tone cat leaped to his feet with a horrendous amount of enthusiasm, his flame-pelted friend following at a much more sedated pace. Two sets of paws walked along the paving stone path through Smudge's garden. Smudge was practically leaping with excitement, somehow managing to trip over his own paws and face plant on the rough stone beneath him. Don't worry about him though, he was completely unphased and bounced back without hesitation.
Lets be honest, nobody was disappointed to see Smudge faceplant. He's kinda an idiot in this universe
Both kittens passed through the cat flap and entered Smudge's den before Rusty stopped.
"Wait, why are we going in right now? It's midday!"
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When the sun finally reached the horizon, it was time. At last Rusty could sleep. Smudge had refused to let him sleep, claiming that the whole reason he was having Rusty over was for a "sleep over" and that wouldn't work if he was awake. Needless to say, Rusty was suitably pissed off.
Finally able to go to sleep, the tomcat curled up on top of the largest soft rock, his friend beside him. Just as he was about to drift off Smudge spoke up,
"Hey Rusty?" he asked softly. A drowsy grunt was all he got as a reply.
"I just… thanks. For staying over."
"hmmm, ur welcome Smudge" Rusty yawned out his reply. "Now sleep. It's late."
"Night."
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(two days later)
Pale streams of light filtered through the windows of Smudge's den, shining through the kittens' eyelids. Rusty woke up first, slowly becoming aware of the golden glow bathing his fur. A soft purr escaped his throat at the feeling of sunlight warming his sleep fatigued body. He didn't stay awake long, the warmth lulling him back to sleep.
In the other side of the den a door opened.
Sooooo… chapter one! Let me know what you thought and any advice to improve it.
Okay, I may not update any stories for a little while. That, or I'll update them a lot. Basically it'll be really sporadic. Thank you for your patience with me.
