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Post by Caspar on Jul 31, 2011 20:03:29 GMT -5
Caspar quietly climbed over upturned bins, boxes, and furniture looking for anything that might be useful or that other cats might want. It was very late, far too late for any sane person to be about, but he walked with hushed steps nonetheless.
He spotted a couple of blankets in an old car, which he quickly grabbed, tossing them over his shoulder. Now if only he could find some food or something as well. Food always sold well on the streets not to mention that he himself was absolutely starving.
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Post by pike on Aug 2, 2011 21:35:23 GMT -5
The growl that Munkustrap gave could stop many in their tracks. Maybe it was a sense, or just good timing, but he was on guard, and was doing his perimeter sweep when he noticed the slight movement. Thievery.
"Drop them."
A stern command.
Munkustrap stood tall, his shadow elongated from the moon.
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Post by Caspar on Aug 2, 2011 21:52:38 GMT -5
Caspar froze, looking over his shoulder at the deep voice that had seemingly come out of nowhere. He did as he was told, quickly deciding that it would not be worth it for him to fight for just a couple of blankets.
He turned tail attempting to run, but got his foot caught as he attempted to jump from the car, feeling his ankle twist painfully before he fell to the ground.
Oh God, he thought, oh God...
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Post by pike on Aug 2, 2011 21:54:26 GMT -5
Munkustrap growled, ready to spring until the kit fell. So, he did the next best thing: walk slowly.
He kept cool until he stood above the other.
Young. Definitely young. He'd guess maybe around Tumble or Electra's age. Maybe younger.
"Who are you?" he asked. "And why do you feel the need to thief?"
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Post by Caspar on Aug 2, 2011 21:59:47 GMT -5
Caspar turned around, fumbling for his dagger, and holding it shakily in front of him.
"Don't you come anywhere near me," he said, trying to seem tough, "I...I didn't do nothin', I ain't nobody."
He tried to stand, but as soon as pressure was put on his foot he crumpled again with a hiss of pain.
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Post by pike on Aug 2, 2011 22:05:36 GMT -5
"... you're seriously trying to shank me?"
Munkustrap stared at the kit, not offering any sympathetic gesture when the cat fell down. "Put the weapon away. You don't know how to use it and probably would get yourself hurt more than you could even consider hurting me."
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Post by Caspar on Aug 2, 2011 22:10:12 GMT -5
Caspar of course was scared, he didn't know anything about this group of cats, and now he was injured in the middle of their territory with this guy staring him down. He dropped his dagger, the pain in his ankle getting to him and tears beginning to fall down his cheeks, "please," he said, a tone of absolute innocence in his voice, "please don't kill me."
He was convinced of it, this cat clearly had every intention of killing him; he was just going to die on the dirt, crying and injured and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
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Post by pike on Aug 6, 2011 15:16:30 GMT -5
"..."
Munkustrap stared. And stared. Then groaned as he looked to the sky.
"Everlasting Cat... why me? Why. Always. Me?"
Damn it, couldn't Alonzo have been there to take care of the sniveling brat? He wanted to be firm, but it was a kit. Some idiot kit.
"Put the weapon away. Sit up. You hurt yourself."
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Post by Caspar on Aug 6, 2011 15:29:09 GMT -5
Caspar obeyed, not really sure what was happening, but acutely aware of the fact that he was not dead. and for some reason this cat seemed not to want to kill him at all.
He sniffed, pushing himself up so that he was leaning against the wheel of the car that he had just fallen from. His dagger lay at his side where he had dropped it, and there was a throbbing pain in his ankle. He looked up at the other, wiping the tears from his eyes with the sleeve of his ragged shirt.
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Post by pike on Aug 6, 2011 15:33:06 GMT -5
"I'm not so great at medical stuff," Munkustrap said bluntly. "And it looks really twisted, or sprained, or something. Can I trust you not to run or steal from us if I get someone to take a look at this?" Truth be told, he doubted the kit even could, but he found that sometimes giving the option helped behavior.
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Post by Caspar on Aug 6, 2011 15:35:41 GMT -5
Caspar nodded, looking at his feet, his mind following the exact same train of thought that Munk was, even if he wanted to, he couldn't run away. Not like this.
What a time to injure yourself...
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Post by pike on Aug 6, 2011 16:02:52 GMT -5
Munkustrap exhaled. "Right. So. I'll be back."
He walked away from the kit, wondering who to go to. The two immediate choices were Jennyanydots and Jellylorum. He adored both, and especially Jenny, but he assumed she'd be more busy. Jelly was still lovely.
He walked toward her den before clearing his throat. "Jellylorum? It's Munkustrap. Are you around?"
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Post by Jellylorum on Aug 6, 2011 16:34:52 GMT -5
Jelly was always around. When she wasn't keeping an eye on the kits, she stayed near her den, knitting or doing other random chores. So she was still up and puttering around when she heard Munkustrap's voice. Wiping her hands off on a towel, she emerged from her den, smiling at the gray tabby. "Hello Munkustrap. What can I do for you?"
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Post by pike on Aug 6, 2011 17:09:03 GMT -5
"Get me a stiff drink," he said, groaning. "There was some kit trying to steal shit. Fell down and did something to his ankle. I'm not sure whether a twist or sprain. Regardless... he can't walk... and ethically... I don't think..." He stalled. "Would you mind helping him out a bit?"
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Post by Jellylorum on Aug 6, 2011 17:26:15 GMT -5
Jelly chuckled momentarily before her brow furrowed. "Oh, poor dear. He must be desperate to be stealing things. Of course I'll help him. Be back in a moment." Folding the towel in her hands, she ducked back inside her den to find her first aid kit and warn the kittens to behave.
Returning to Munkustrap, she patted his arm. "I'd offer you that drink, but Pounce and Olivia have some friends over and I've hidden the alcohol. I desperately hope they don't manage to find it." She shook her head. "Now, where is this injured kit?"
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Post by pike on Aug 6, 2011 17:27:44 GMT -5
"You know as well as me that'll be the first thing on Pounce's to-do list. Olivia... maybe not." He smiled as he turned. "He's right up this way. I don't know his name. Or anything about him, really. Just injured. Had a weapon, but he put it away."
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Post by Jellylorum on Aug 6, 2011 18:00:22 GMT -5
Jelly pursed her lips. "I did try to hide it well. Maybe that'll keep him out of it until I get back." She glanced over at Munkustrap. "Hmm. I'll talk to him. At least try to figure out his name." She looked ahead again, squinting in the darkness. She couldn't help but feel sorry for this kit. He was probably all alone, desperate to sneak into the junkyard to steal something. Poor dear.
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Post by pike on Aug 6, 2011 18:07:48 GMT -5
"I'm not doubting the trying. But it's Pounce. And especially if Tumble's anywhere in the near vicinity, automatic signs of trouble. I'm surprised Jenny even lets them hang out." He smiled a bit fondly, though. "Pounce is a good kid. Hopefully he grows out of ... whatever it is... soon."
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Post by Jellylorum on Aug 6, 2011 18:44:07 GMT -5
"Oh, dear. Tumble is there.... He's such a bad influence on Pounce. I swear, Pounce started this whole... rebellious phase, I suppose, when he started hanging out with Tumble. Of course, I can't say a word of this to Jenny. Tumble is her baby, she won't hear a word against him. But that boy... I swear, he's the reason Pounce is acting out so much." Obviously, this was a bit of a sore spot with Jelly. She couldn't speak about it with her closest friend, so she had a tendency to rant whenever she had the chance.
"Oh, is that him, then?" They gotten close enough that Jelly could see the kit on the ground.
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Post by pike on Aug 6, 2011 18:55:26 GMT -5
He guessed it was more Pounce acting out to look impressive in front of Tumble, but he didn't say that. Sometimes the adults needed to vent. And sometimes he thought it was good that someone could rant about a kit that wasn't Pouncival, for Pounce's sake.
"Yeah. It's him."
He walked to the kit alongside Jellylorum before looking down. "Hey. This is Jellylorum. She's going to take a look at you."
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Post by Caspar on Aug 6, 2011 18:59:37 GMT -5
Caspar glanced up as the two approached, he had been attempting to stay calm the entire time he had been left alone, but he felt his heart race as the cats approached him again.
He nodded silently to the two, acknowledging the new queen and registering that she was indeed carrying a first aid kit. Well, if nothing else, they seemed intent on helping him for now.
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Post by Jellylorum on Aug 6, 2011 19:16:13 GMT -5
Jelly smiled at the kit. "Hello, dear. I'm going to look at your ankle now, all right?" She knelt next to him, setting her first aid kit next to her and opening it. She'd dealt with enough minor injuries in all the time she'd been watching over the kits that a sprained ankle was hardly anything new. "Hmm, now which ankle is it?"
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Post by Caspar on Aug 6, 2011 19:23:00 GMT -5
Caspar pointed to his right foot, looking at Jelly with wide, slightly frightened eyes.
"Am I gonna be OK?" he whispered, glancing up at the intimidating form of the grey cat before looking back to the queen.
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Post by Jellylorum on Aug 6, 2011 19:34:15 GMT -5
"Okay. Let me know if this hurts at all." Jelly began to gently examine the ankle the kit pointed to, trying not to put too much stress on it.
"Of course you'll be okay." She glanced at the kit's face, "It seems like just a sprain. I'll wrap it up and splint it and get you some ice. You'll have to stay off it for a few days, but you'll be fine."
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Post by Caspar on Aug 6, 2011 19:43:11 GMT -5
Caspar winced slightly as his ankle was examined, "it...it hurts."
This queen was nice, but something in him was still scared and a bit distrustful, he felt like these cats must have some ulterior motive; why else would they be so kind?
He looked away - this was all his fault for being so clumsy...
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Post by pike on Aug 6, 2011 19:54:12 GMT -5
"That's what you get for stealing. It never leads to good outcomes."
Munkustrap looked at the kit curiously. "What's your name? How old are you? Where are you from?"
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Post by Jellylorum on Aug 6, 2011 20:01:37 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry, dear." Jelly bit her lip and gently set his ankle down. "It's definitely a sprain." Nodding, she turned to dig through her first aid kit to find a roll of bandages and something to use as a splint. Shifting slightly, she pulled his ankle onto her lap and began to wrap it tightly.
"This will hurt a bit more, sorry, but it has to be tight." She glanced up at Munkustrap. "Don't interrogate the poor boy. Can't you see he's terrified?"
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Post by Caspar on Aug 6, 2011 20:06:19 GMT -5
Caspar winced again as his ankle was wrapped, a couple of fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. He thought for a moment, should he tell her? She seemed trustworthy, and she was helping him after all, what harm could a name do?
"My name's Caspar," he said softly. He looked up at the tom, slightly nervously, "I'm 15...I, I'm not from nowhere really..."
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Post by Jellylorum on Aug 6, 2011 20:44:55 GMT -5
Jelly placed a splint on either side of his ankle and continued wrapping. "Hmm. You're close to my children's age." After a moment, she looked back at Casper. "Where are your parents, sweetie? Why aren't you with them?"
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Post by Caspar on Aug 6, 2011 21:02:50 GMT -5
Caspar looked away, slightly teary eyed, "they was killed, s'just me now."
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