Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this bit of fanfiction nor do I receive any sort of monetary value from writing this. Cats belongs to both the wonderful T.S. Eliot and the amazing Andrew Lloyd Webber in conjunction with the Really Useful Group.
A/N: Good day happy Heaviside worshipers! More drabbles here, I'm glad you guys like these! They're tons of fun to write!
Enjoy!
Coricopat:Backspace
Computers were not a new concept to Coricopat, he had owned a human once, and they were obsessed with the things. So when one turned up in the junkyard he hadn't flocked to it like all the other cats had.
But there was one thing about the machine he did admire, the backspace key. He sometimes wished life had a similar device, just a few taps and all your mistakes were undone.
Because when he looked at his two loves he wished he could take back those nights tangled in the arms of the queen who's features mirrored his own.
Munkustrap/Demeter: Laughter
Their days were routine, wake, eat, work, sleep. Sometimes, but not often, they would mate. But it was a mechanical heir-producing activity that bore no results, and more often than not both were left unsatisfied.
They would look at each other, friends from birth, the golden queen and her silver knight, and feel like strangers to each other. They would sit and wonder, who had replaced those young care-free lovers with these worn and weary cats?
But once in a while they would feel a familiar stirring, and a funny thing would happen. Laughter. And they would find those lovers.
Rum Tum Tugger/Bombalurina: Rejection
He feared rejection, so did she. He knew his appeal lied in his fickle and rebellious ways, and she knew his freedom meant more to him than life itself. Saying those three words could ruin it all.
So he tried to seem unfazed when she nonchalantly brushed off his excessive flirting, and she hid her tears when he left without words after his appetite had been sated for the night.
It wasn't ideal by any standards, but in their minds, this is what it took to keep them together. And for now, this level of pain was far more tolerable.
Tumblebrutus:Ocean
Tumblebrutus loved the ocean. He had never been there, but he had seen it in pictures from old magazines.
He heard that its waves crested and fell much like the leaping of a dancer, and if you stared into the blue you could get lost forever. Then, when the moon rose, its blue hue would darken to a pitch black and the moonlight would shimmer and sparkle magically across its surface.
The kitten knew he'd probably never see the ocean, but that was okay with him. He had him very own blue-eyed, black coated ocean to admire in the junkyard.
A/N: And another four! These a bit harder than the others, I think either Munk/Dem or Coricopat is my favorite. Tumbles is my least, I'm sorry Tumbles.
I'm sorry if the couple ones weren't loving, I wanted them to be but It didn't work out that way. I do want to do a lovey Munk/Dem someday though. But I can't see their relationship being mushy like that.
Tugger/Bomba was surprisingly easy for me despite the fact that I don't ship them emotionally. I do ship them physically though.
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