Awww, Sorry for leaving it this long :( I didn't plan on it I swear! It just happened :P
So! Who thinks Misty's going splat? That would be a very sad (pathetic?) ending on my part. No, there is more to come, I assure you.
Review happiness!:
Calanarie: Well, I admire your consistency xD I can't really tell you anything seeing as the answer is right here though ;)
Mistoffolees'girl89: Suuuuuup! Oh come on! It's only been just over two weeks! Lmao! Yes, he was cut short xP But unfortunately for all those M-preg fans this won't be one of those scenarios, I already have a plan for little Mistykins and Ii think I wouldn't be so in the grey if I continued with the storyline with a mini Misto/Maca baby. People tend to feel bad when babies are "abused" so I shouldn't. Thanks for the suggestion and the faith :)
NOW ONWARD HO!
Enjoy ;)
His mind snapped when the tiny, tuxed kitten lurched; sending him falling off the three-story high junkpile. His mind went blank and his vision became a blinding shield of light. How could this be happening? This isn't real, that's not little Quaxo... It's just a nightmare...
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Tugger stretched sleepily as he waited on the park bench; Quaxo and Munkustrap were going to meet him so that he could watch the kit for a few hours. He decided to get up and stretch his legs. He walked up to the rushing river that cut through the middle of the abandoned park, it was cold and uninteresting as usual. He walked back to his bench and decided to take a bit of a cat nap before the little kit got there. He hadn't reached a foot from his target when he could hear the soft pants of a little black kitten bouncing in the snow towards him.
"Snow!" Tugger turned back in time to be taken out by a tiny, elated wrecking ball. Well, he wasn't taken out per sey; he was slightly knocked off balance but decided to indulge the kitten with the pride of knocking the coon over.
Munkustrap walked over as Tugger and Quaxo were in a heated wrestling match in the cottony snow; Tugger had just thrown Quaxo face first into a snow bank where he quickly disappeared from sight. Loud laughing could be heard from the deflated pile.
"He reminds me of someone," Munkustrap chuckled softly as he neared his younger brother.
Tugger grinned up at the tabby, for once actually having to look up to meet his gaze. "Well, I was a pretty awesome kitten. Not saying that I'm any less now."
"I meant me; you hated snow." Tugger returned with an exasperated eye roll. "How you doing, Quax?" The silver tom peered over the lounging coon to watch the semi-collapsed snow bank.
A loud burst of giggles rang out from the snow, small bells of silver in the festive park. "Help! I can't get out," he called out happily. Munkustrap, chuckling softly, stalked over to help the kit out. The moment the tiny tux caught a glimpse of his father's white flecked fur, he pounced out of the hole and made a weak attempt at trying to knock him over too.
Munkustrap grabbed him by the scruff of the next and held him out at arms length, he turned to his brother with a wicked grin. "What do you think we should do with this little monster?" Quaxo gasped, he knew that the two would team up on him and execute some unusual form of punishment that they received when they were kittens.
"I dunno, but we should get him good," Tugger smirked just as menacingly, all in good humour of course. They both wore serious expressions as they inspected him closely for the right punishment. Quaxo stared at the two with big, blue eyes; a trick Tugger had taught him to get out of sticky messes. He doubted that it worked, he had the same eyes before and they never got him out of trouble, and he was sure that this technique held no effect on the older toms.
"He's pretty tough lookin', maybe we should soften him up first!" Before he could come up with a clever response, the tiny tux was assaulted with an ambush of extremely effective tickling. He laughed and screamed so hard that he struggled to breathe. Tugger placed his paw on his hips, gazing over the tip of his nose at the still giggling kit and the equally entertained tabby.
"Brain freeze," he said simply. Quaxo looked between the two cautiously, both cats eying him mischievously.
"I don't know, Tug," Munkustrap looked somewhat worried and hesitant. "What if father finds out?"
"Don't be a wuss, Stripes! Quaxo can handle it." Tugger marched over to where he could be seen by the dangling kitten.
"You're in for it now, Quax!" Munkustrap shook the paw that was lightly gripping the kitten's scruff in mock fear for added emphasis. Quaxo began to feel really uneasy about their plan; he honestly didn't think that Munkustrap would put him through such torture. He wasn't sure what a brain freeze was but it didn't sound pleasant.
Suddenly, Tugger walked up and lightly shoved a snowball in his face! The snow was soft and billowy, not what the other kittens played with where they were hard and packed tightly, but it was equally cold.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Gotcha!" The two older toms rooted and cheered, laughing as he frantically smacked at his face to get the clumps of snow off his fur.
"That wasn't cool, you guys!" As hard as the kitten tried, he just couldn't create the strong, disappointed tone that he'd seen the tabby use with the naughty kittens. He just burst out laughing at their silly game and wiped the snow from his whiskers. Munkustrap gently set him down on the snow covered bench, Tugger climbed up next to him.
"I won't be too long, just going to speak with a couple of alley cats about those rabbid pollicles." Quaxo looked at the tom quizzically before remembering what he had told him earlier; Tugger was going to kittensit. Quaxo liked it when Tugger watched him because he would let him do nearly whatever he wanted. He stared at him expectantly for a few moments to see if he had anything planned for the two; he didn't.
"I'm going to play!" Tugger yawned his agreement, he could squeeze in that nap while the kit was off making what those human kittens called snowmen. Little did Tugger know; the kitten was a lot more adventurous than he gave him credit for. Quaxo quickly got tired of making snowmen and decided to check out the area. A small bluebird landed on the pile of upturned snow in front of him, what a silly bird, thought the little kitten, he probably didn't know I was such a vicious, bird-eating cat!
He crouched as he'd seen so many adults do before and launched himself towards the bird. He missed when his mark decided to flutter off and landed belly first into the cold snow. They continued their little game of cat and mouse-er- bird until the sounds of the rivine came into range. He followed the bird until he was standing right on the edge of the bank, his plaything on a branch that hung over the waters from a tree that grew sideways from the steep slope of the bank.
"Well that's not fair!" the tux complained before digging his tiny claws into the soggy trunk and started to climb the ominous tree.
Tugger's nose twitched when a thick, fat snowflake landed on his nose. He rolled over on the bench to ease his way back into the lovely dream, a small chill making its way through his fur. He opened his eyes when he realized that the tux's shortfur would have made the small chill he'd caught a glimpse of into fullblown frostbite; and the coon didn't need to deal with the bother of having everyone yell at him for "neglecting" the little tom. Speaking of which, he thought suddenly. He looked over the small area that the kit had just been rolling around in but there was no sign of the never ending energy ball.
"Quaxo," he called, no response. "Hey, Kitten!" Still nothing. His stomach clenched when the area remained quiet and unmoving. "Look, if you're playing a game it's all cool but I just need to know you're here-" a small but sharp crack interrupted him briefly followed by a small sploosh.
"Tugger!" The river! The coon bolted down the slope that led to the steeper hills of the banks on the side of the river. Lo and behold, there was Quaxo clinging to the underside of a thin brach for dear life.
"What are you doing!" the older tom immediately latched on to the stronger part of the tree and reached for the little kitten. He stretched out as far as he could until he felt the loose skin of his scruff.
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Tugger opened his eyes reluctantly; ready to hear the thud of the misery ridden tux as he hit the ground, ready for the worst. The heavy, shifting weight in his paw and his position at the edge of the ironing board told him that he'd lunged... and succeeded.
"Let me go!" Quaxo protested angrily as he kicked and squirmed in a shock of fury; dangling by his thinning scruff.
Tugger looked down at him, stunned. I actually caught him? He didn't even remember jumping forward, maybe he had been closer than he thought. "No- No! I can't let you go." The backs of his eyes burned fiercely and threatened to blur his vision.
"Tugger!" Quaxo cried. "Please, just let me go." The bright blue irises of the begging tux was more than enough to force a sob from the older tom. A look of deep hurt washed over the lithe kitten when the coon started to drag him up the side of the cliff, he looked down in defeat. He had been so close.
The second the coon had dragged him a safe distance from the edge, he crushed the young tux to his chest. "You idiot! What the hell is wrong with you!" He sobbed openly with Quaxo; his tears drawn from the fear of almost losing the once life-loving kitten and the hurt of Quaxo wanting to take his own life. Quaxo, who had immediately started pounding the other tom's wide chest when he had been brutally dragged up the side of the pile, clutched the soft fur where Tugger's mane had once sat proudly as he melted into the loving contact; one of very few since the incident.
He sobbed heavily as all the pain and anger from the past month surged forth in his cracked state. The coon's fur was soon soaked; as was his shoulder from the bigger tom's own emotional outburst. There they sat in each other's arms, two sobbing toms sitting on a tower of discarded, unwanted objects.
"You can't do this, Quaxo. Think of all the cats you'd be hurting! Think of poor Munkus, your sister, me! We all love you so much, tux..." Tugger rambled, desperately trying to coax the small tom to not end his life.
"It's just so hard, Tug! I'm scared-" Quaxo breathed into the small space between their chests; he could feel both hearts beating madly in their fleshy cages.
Tugger shook his head fervently against his shoulder. "It's ok to be scared; you just have to face it head on and-"
A very faint but audible whisper cut him off softly. "I'm not that strong, Tugger,"
Tugger raised his head to look into the red rimmed, wide eyes of the blubbering tux, knowing full well that he didn't look any better. "You grow strong, Quax. No one's born with it." Quaxo nodded back, guilt started to set in; weighing heavily on his scabbing chest. They drew into another hug, this one more of a comforting gesture. The Maine coon started to rock gently with the tux leaning into his chest comfortably.
It didn't take all too long for the emotional strain to take its toll on the young tom and overwhelm him with intoxicating fatigue. Tugger soon felt his soft breathing rustling his fur and the instinctual snuggle into his warmth. The coon sat watching the bright oranges, pinks, and reds of the sunset saturate the sky in one last explosion before they would be flooded and swallowed up with the night's darkness.
Taking a deep breath, Tugger slowly picked up the tux to carry him down to the search party. Supporting his bottom and the back of his shoulders like a human mother would her kitten, he hoisted the tom so that his head rested comfortably on his shoulder and his legs dangled freely along the coon's sides. As if recognizing the position, the sleeping kitten raised his arms to wrap themselves loosely around his carrier's shoulders. Slowly, Tugger began to make his way down the junkpile, not wanting to disturb his sleeping charge.
He walked up one of the main paths until he came across Alonzo, Cassandra, and Jemima. They raced over excitedly at the sight of the safe tom in his arms. The coon raised his paw to his mouth to motion them to be quiet when they started to call out to him.
Alonzo was first of the three to reach him. "Where did you find him?" he whispered fervently, falling into step with the sombre coon.
"Where's Munkustrap?" Tugger evaded their questions alltogether, he needed to make sure that Munkus knew Quaxo was safe, relatively, before he pulled out his fur in worry.
"I might know where he is," Jemima chimed softly. "I could go get him if you like."
"Yes, thank you," Tugger gave her a thankful smiled before she ran off to find the Jellicle Protector.
It didn't take more than five minutes before the tabby came sprinting down a narrow path to their left, immediately rushing to his son's side.
"Quaxo! Where'd you find him?" Hesitantly, Tugger handed the sleeping tux over to the striped tabby who nuzzled the kit with tender care, overcome with relief and gratitude to the Everlasting Cat for keeping him safe.
Tugger rolled his shoulders nervously, suddenly becoming all too aware of the several Jellicles who had heard the exciting news and came to see the little tom for themselves. "I need to talk to you about something, it's kinda important." Munkustrap just looked at him soberly, smiling as he nodded. Aw man, the maine coon thought guiltily, Why do I have to be the one to ruin his buzz!
"Alright everyone!" Alonzo spoke out strongly for the occupied tabby. "Let's gather the others and head towards the clearing. It should be getting dark soon." Eagerly and satisfied with their results, the crowd migrated towards the heart of the junkyard. Tugger took one last glance at the ominous junkpile that stood against the darkening sky. Imagine, he thought to himself cautiously, if I had been just a few seconds too late. He shook himself free of the thought and turned to catch up with the rest of the group.
Alright! I felt that a little snow-related memory would maybe get everyone in the spirit (Preferably on of the Christmas kind as opposed to the throwing a cat into the river kind) so ya!
Also, In case there was any confusion, this isn't situated around the movie at all. And if you're all like "Quaxo's a bit too big to be carried around like that" I would understand. Just picture his size in the movie (played by a full grown actor) and take the smaller, adolescent version of that, which would also make him a very short teen :\ ... hopefully that helps with the whole size issue. I just found it really awkward for Munkustrap to be toddler toting someone a few inches shorter than himself xP
Review or I'll send tough little Quaxo after you! I swear I'll do it!
