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Post by facethemoonlight on Apr 30, 2010 5:46:25 GMT -5
It was late at night, and the full moon was shining brightly. The air was clear and crisp, and the sky looked like dark velvet, scattered with a thousand little lights.
The junkyard was quiet - most of the jellicles had either returned to their human homes, or curled up in their dens to sleep.
Jemima was lying on her back, arms behind her head, on a high pile of tires, the closest to the moon she could get. She loved moments like these, where she could just lie there, gazing at the night sky, and let her mind wander.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 3, 2010 14:09:31 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus was quiet as he stalked through the Junkyard on the hunt for his best friend, or brother, or anyone that he could somewhat play around with. The reason for being so quiet? ... he really didn't know. It just seemed entertaining to say the least, and after the failed attempts with making a skateboard anything but that hobby seemed preferable.
It was there that he slowed, paw used to readjust his jeans and boxers after they pulled a bit too snug around his ass and he felt very much in danger of a wedgie. He wasn't sure why he lifted his head, but he was thankful for it with the view. Cat in the moon. Kitten and the moon. Beauty, and the moon.
God, he had it bad.
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Post by facethemoonlight on May 4, 2010 3:23:37 GMT -5
Jemima heard the faintest of sounds, and turned to look in the direction it appeared to come from. Seeing Tumblebrutus, she smiled and gave a small wave, but said nothing, still entranced by the full moon. So beautiful.
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Post by gingertealeaf on May 4, 2010 5:02:18 GMT -5
Rumple had seen Jemima often surveying the moon from this regular spot in the junkyard so figured with the full moon that tonight would be no exception. She climbed quietly up the pile of tires hoping that she hadn't been detected yet. She paused, the top within pouncing distance, she readied herself and jumped.
"BOO!" she shrieked at the kitten at the top and landed at the edge of the most top tire.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 4, 2010 10:48:10 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus wanted to say something but he was caught off-guard. It wasn't just Jemima who was the target of attack, and even though he knew he shouldn't the tom let out a high pitched squeal, one of shock, and scrambled backward. A paw covered his mouth guiltily, a bit embarrassed.
How'd he not notice Rumpleteazer?
... stupid question.
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Post by gingertealeaf on May 4, 2010 18:08:23 GMT -5
Rumple giggle snorted "you nuff sound like a girl!" She pointed at Tumble and continued with a silent laugh.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 4, 2010 22:30:33 GMT -5
"S-SHUT UP! I DO NOT!" he yelled back, weakly in his defense as he scooted toward the duo, a little more quickly than he planned, and a little more of a shuffle. Damn girls being around and him not being able to take care of his pants. Wedgie be damned.
With ease, he climbed up so he was on the same level as Rumpleteazer, eyes moving to Jemima with a smile.
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Post by facethemoonlight on May 5, 2010 3:36:17 GMT -5
Jemima squeaked and nearly fell over, arms flailing, when Rumpleteazer surprised her. She'd already gone back to being lost in the moon, and hadn't heard her sneaking up behind her. Well, it was Rumpleteazer, so Jemima probably wouldn't have heard her anyway.
She eyed Rumpleteazer with a mock glare, then broke into a grin. "You enjoy doing that far too much!"
When Tumblebrutus let out a girly squeal, Jemima turned to look at him, and couldn't help but giggle.
"Sorry Tumble, but she's right. That was an awfully girly sound," she teased with a smile.
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Post by gingertealeaf on May 5, 2010 12:56:45 GMT -5
Rumpel stopped with her laughing, distracted by the view from this vantage point. "Its pretty quiet tonight. S'pecially concidering that its a full moon tonight and everything"
She rummaged around in her pocket and found an elastic band then slid a paw into her sockbag, pulling out a small washer. She stood looking out towards the entrance of the junkyard looking for a target, biting her tongue in thought. She lifted her paw, the elastic band over her stretched apart thumb and first finger and with her other she hooked the washer into the elastic band pulled it back and let go. Silently the washer flew into the distance, in this darkness it couldn't be seen even to the keen eyes of a cat. She waited untill she heard it meet with its target in the distance *crack* "humm" she nodded to herself, pleased with the sound it made and its distance.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 5, 2010 14:09:45 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus resigned himself to the teasing as he sighed, attention jarred again with the sound. "... dude, that was awesome. Show me how to do it. I want to nail Pounce in the arse."
The tom paused before his face lit up.
"N-n-not like that! I mean--oh Jesus. I definitely don't--I meant like assaulting his arse! ... hitting his arse! ... I'm going to shut up now."
God. Of course he had to do that in front of Jemima. NATURALLY.
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Post by gingertealeaf on May 5, 2010 15:13:41 GMT -5
Rumpel grinned at Tumble, tumbling over his words. "C'mere I'll show you" she grabbed Tumble's left paw and arranged his fingers and thumb suitable before snapping the elastic band over them. "See, then you just stick something here, pull it back and let go" to prove her point she pulled the elastic back as far as it would go and then let it go again so that it snapped at Tumble's fingers. "you can keep that one. I got loads"
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Post by facethemoonlight on May 6, 2010 5:12:02 GMT -5
Jemima giggled at Tumblebrutus' clumsy words, but said nothing, content with watching Rumpleteazer show Tumble her trick. Trouble would be guaranteed with that one!
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 6, 2010 10:10:51 GMT -5
"So... like this--?" He was quick to grab a small pebble, to take aim, and shoot. Gleefully, he watched as it ricocheted off the wall. "Niiiiice." Another was grabbed, fired again in rapid progression. "Oh man, I need to find Pouncival," he said with glee. Or Plato, he thought wistfully.
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Post by gingertealeaf on May 7, 2010 15:28:38 GMT -5
Rumpel smiled a fanged grin she knew that all potential hell could break loose if juvenile toms were given elastic bands and the correct instruction on elastic band use.
"Hey Jemima, how bout you? I've got a couple more if you want to play too?" She turned to the kitten and raised her eye brows.
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Post by Plato on May 7, 2010 22:16:55 GMT -5
"HEEEEEY LLLLAAAADDDDIIIIIIIIIES~~ COME ON DOWN AND TALK WITH THE MASTER O' LOOOOOOOOVE~!"
For a day without Plato was a day without the common stupidity that folks sometimes got accustom to. Granted, Plato was strange in his behavior--often too exuberant, too flirtatious, but too loud, though those moments in the tribe when away from the presence of his friends left him with a speculative silence.
Unfortunately, now was not one of those times.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 7, 2010 22:28:38 GMT -5
Perfect opportunity!!!! Almost even better than if he'd gone for Pounce!
Squinting, a pebble was held, face beaming as he pulled back and released the rubber band slingshot, watching as the pebble sailed bullseye... right at Plato's crotch.
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Post by facethemoonlight on May 8, 2010 10:53:37 GMT -5
Jemima nodded with a smile to Rumpleteazer and got up from her seat, but got distracted when Plato suddenly appeared. Boy, was he ever loud and obnoxious. He was handsome, though. Not quite as handsome as Tumblebrutus, but still. Glancing over at Tumble, she realized what he was doing. She covered her mouth with her hand to silence a giggle when she saw what target the pebble was fast approaching.
Uh oh, here comes trouble~.
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Post by gingertealeaf on May 8, 2010 13:36:34 GMT -5
"HaHAAAAAAAH!!!!" Rumpel loudly showed her amusement as the pebble hit its target, one hand on her knee to steady herself as she laughed the other pointed towards Plato. "Thats the way to do it Tumble! You got him square....in the COBBLERS!!!!" she sat down before she fell down and wiped a tear away from her eye. Her face still contorted as she tried to contain her laughter.
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Post by Plato on May 8, 2010 20:09:28 GMT -5
"GAH!"
Bullseye indeed.
Plato's hands immediately went to his crotch as he keeled over on his back, then curling on his side as he tried to prevent himself from vomiting, or crying.
"Brutus," he choked. "You. Are. Dead. Meat. When. I. Can. Move. Again."
Oh, understatement. He'd kick the other's ass. He'd say every bit of blackmail he had against the other since they met many a year ago. Being good friends with Tumble's older brother gave him that access.
"Not... cool... in the babymaker."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 9, 2010 8:18:32 GMT -5
"It's what you get for punching me the other day!" he yelled with glee before grinning broadly at the other two cats. "That was so... awesome. So INCREDIBLY awesome."
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Post by gingertealeaf on May 9, 2010 12:25:36 GMT -5
She stood and for dramatic effect placed a hand on Tumble's shoulder "With great power comes great responsibility"
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 9, 2010 13:16:22 GMT -5
"Indeed!" Tumblebrutus proclaimed before being unable to help himself as he burst out laughing, giggling somewhat uncontrollably.
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Post by puck on May 11, 2010 9:40:49 GMT -5
"If you really want to get someone, use some spoiled food. It won't hurt em, but the stench will last for hours."
"Bit of advice though," Puck added, coming out of her hiding place "Don't do it to someone who knows where you live or all your good hiding spots. Rotten egg, fur and anger smell awful."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 11, 2010 11:39:02 GMT -5
"GAH!!!!" Tumblebrutus just about fell on his arse. "Where'd YOU come from?!?!" A flush hit his cheeks again. Yeah. Doubtful that Miss Jemima would be impressed with him any time soon.
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Post by puck on May 11, 2010 11:55:36 GMT -5
"Aww, you're cute when you blush." Puck replied with a smirk. "As to where I came from, no where special. Just happened to be passing by and caught the fun."
She gave the startled tom a genuine smile and shrugged, offering her paw. "Names Puck."
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Post by gingertealeaf on May 11, 2010 12:34:06 GMT -5
"Rotten food, always a good one, especially fish!" Rumple jumped quickly down the tire pile, bouncing from one to another untill she could leap the last bit of distance and hit the dusty floor safely with her feet. She walked over to Plato not so much to see if he were okay but to inspect the damage done. Without a moments hesitation she bent over and unashamedly looked at the crotch area of Plato's trousers. There she saw a dusty mark where the stone had hit.
"Hey Tumblebum! You hit him good and square!" she called up at the tom trying not to break into laughter again. She quickly linked arms with Plato to try and stop him from running away and pointed to his crotch "Heeey Jemima! Why don't you come have a butchers at this. Its dead on!!"
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Post by Plato on May 11, 2010 20:25:30 GMT -5
"Don't even think about it, you conniving thief!" And Plato twisted, using his height and strength to his advantage as he straightened himself, grabbing Rumpleteazer by the waist as he tried to hoist her over his shoulder. "I could hold you raison."
Well, raison sounded a lot like ransom. Two syllables at least.
A smirk was given. "Got a whole nother arm, ladies." He wiggled his eyebrows at both Puck and Jemima in turn.
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Post by gingertealeaf on May 12, 2010 4:02:33 GMT -5
Laughing the whole time Rumple let herself be picked up, she knew if things got ugly she could wiggle her way out of most situations but this was Plato, she didn't think they would.
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Post by puck on May 12, 2010 14:12:04 GMT -5
With a raised eyebrow Puck considered the offer. She had noticed that the younger tom seemed to have a thing for the other queen. Maybe his nerves would ease with some "alone time." Or maybe they'd get worse, she was never sure. But he'd get over it eventually she thought with a shrug.
"'Raison' huh? I do not think that means what you think it means, but why not? I'm up for a laugh." Puck gave Tumble a playful kiss on the cheek and a slight shove towards the tires Jemima was sitting on before heading toward the other pair. "See ya 'Tumblebum'!"
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Post by facethemoonlight on May 12, 2010 14:58:26 GMT -5
Jemima was highly amused. Totally not the quiet alone time she had expected this late at night, but she wasn't complaining. She hadn't had this much fun for ages! She grinned at Plato. "Thanks, but I think I'll pass. You seem to have your hands full anyhow!" she called, grin still on her face. It faded to a shy, more private smile to Tumble when she realized they were being left alone, just the two of them, though.
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