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Post by Victor on Apr 26, 2010 23:23:46 GMT -5
"I can't raise a kit," Victor said. "I'm fifteen!"
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 26, 2010 23:30:38 GMT -5
"Not single-handedly. But you should be in his life." He exhaled, "And if you don't help out, Tumblebrutus, I'm certain, will try to do it single-handedly." Mistoffelees frowned, debating on the next bit, whether to speak or silent.
"... between you and me, I think he saw the body."
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Post by Victor on Apr 27, 2010 0:55:38 GMT -5
Victor's head snapped up, staring at Mistoffelees.
"What?!"
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 27, 2010 9:12:47 GMT -5
Well, the cat was let out of the bag, to use a horrible metaphor.
"How I found out... Munkustrap was going into the den, came out with some of Brutus's clothes. I thought maybe it was something else going on until I saw Brutus crying. And... well... embarrassed. Kid his age isn't going to wet himself over something not absolutely traumatizing, and he took off screaming for Mungojerrie."
A deeper sigh exhaled. "So... I don't see how he couldn't have."
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Post by Victor on Apr 27, 2010 9:17:57 GMT -5
Victor was on his feet, not even noticing when he tripped over Mistoffelees. He was running. Heading towards the entrance, looking for Tumble. Even if he was scared to hold the kitten, he'd do anything for his little brother.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 27, 2010 14:25:45 GMT -5
Munkustrap gave a slight smile, chuckling softly at Plato and shaking his head slightly. He couldn't really call it strange... this was Plato after all. But still. It was very much amusing, and Munkustrap somewhat needed that. "I was just going to take George, figure out what exactly we need to do with him." He said, holding out his arms slightly for the kitten.
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Post by Plato on Apr 27, 2010 16:23:21 GMT -5
"Oh, I can help out with him," Plato said, a little reluctant with the idea of passing the kit over. It wasn't every day that he could prance around and act like an idiot.
... actually, yeah, he really could.
He looked over his shoulder. "Won't be a problem. Hey man, 'cause if you need a babysitter, I'd be awesome at that."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 27, 2010 16:25:56 GMT -5
Almost seeming to sense another presence, Tumblebrutus looked up from where he was on his knees, by that point paws caked in dirt from where he aided in helping Mungojerrie. He looked at Victor, face stained from tears and dirt, shoulders rounded over.
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Post by Victor on Apr 27, 2010 17:47:50 GMT -5
Victor skidded to a halt on he knees, just in front of Tumblebrutus. He looked at his brother for a moment, and grabbed him tightly, hugging him as close as possible. Who was comforting who wasn't quite clear.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 27, 2010 17:57:02 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus let himself be pulled forward, body bracing at first before his hands closed on part of his brother's shirt, body sinking as hie face buried in Victor's chest. He gripped harder, a whimper sounding vocalizing a terror he'd witnessed without saying a single word. He crumbled in the other's arms. "M-Mungojerrie d-didn't know if--if she'd--do cats--can Cats go to th-the Heaviside Layer and--and be reborn if--if Old Deuteronomy d-doesn't, doesn't p-pick them?" Broken words.
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Post by Victor on Apr 28, 2010 0:12:50 GMT -5
Victor didn't say anything, just held on tight. He didn't have the answers, but he would. He'd find out. He couldn't not know what was going to happen.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 28, 2010 7:23:23 GMT -5
Mungojerrie looked between them awkwardly, ears pressed back against his skull. He didn't know what to say, what to do... so picked at his pantsleg before finally looking back to them.
"You guys want to ask first or uh... get this over with?" He asked softly, almost wincing at how harsh he felt his words might have sounded.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 28, 2010 7:31:38 GMT -5
Munkustrap smiled, gently taking George, who was wide eyed, looking around curiously. "I can see that." He said, cuddling the small kitten gently, adjusting him so he was comfortable. He rocked George slowly, looking to him for a moment before looking back to Plato.
"I'll make sure I let everyone know you'd be happy to, George seems to have enjoyed it."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 28, 2010 8:43:32 GMT -5
The fur on the back of Tumblebrutus's collar became rigid and he squirmed away from Victor, guiltily resuming his digging, head hung way low as dirt collected beneath his claws. He didn't know how deep the hole needed to be; it was exhausting. Everything seemed exhausting after what he witnessed.
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Post by Plato on Apr 28, 2010 8:58:53 GMT -5
A compliment from MUNKUSTRAP?!?!?!
Plato couldn't remember the last time he got one of those. It suddenly felt like all of his holidays rolled in one as he delighted, somewhat prancing around the pair, a pirouette offered for no reason, exactly. "Yeah, well, definitely. I mean, I always live around here, so that's no problem. Like I know some of you guys have your human homes but like, I mean, some of us don't." Plato shifted a bit. He still hadn't decided if he liked the idea of being a stray or not. He loved his freedom, that was for certain... but the Rum Tum Tugger had a human home, loved it, and maybe he needed one to if he wanted to grow up to be as cool as that cat.
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Post by Victor on Apr 28, 2010 9:08:49 GMT -5
Without a word, Victor put his arms around Tumble, pulling his way from the hole. It wasn't right to do this here.
"She needs a proper funeral," he croaked. "Not just a hole in the ground."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 5, 2010 20:51:19 GMT -5
"... how can we do that?" Tumblebrutus asked softly, weakly trying to fight the arms that were pulling him away from the hole, but soon he relaxed, letting his sibling do as such. He was too exhausted.
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Post by flashgordon on May 12, 2010 0:12:05 GMT -5
Munkustrap chuckled, giving a slight smile, rubbing George's back slowly. "I'm sure everyone will appreciate the offered help." He nodded his headto Plato before turning and slowly walking away, towards the brothers and Mungojerrie, or at least where he thought they would be. Somehow he felt he would be needed.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 12, 2010 18:53:32 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus just about sensed Munkustrap as he turned his head. He waited until the other was a bit closer before rising to his feet and padding over. A look was given to the kitten curiously behind eyes that were glossy from tears. "Is it..?"
A question. One he couldn't quite finish.
His face scrunched up a bit more, paws pressing over it as he whimpered, "Mommy, Daddy," coming off his lips several times. It'd been years since he added the affectionate -my and -dy at the end, having been embarrassed. Now... he was just at a loss. "Pounce," a last minute thought. A pathetic one.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 13, 2010 9:55:24 GMT -5
"Well, at least everyone's together." He paused. "Almost everyone."
There was the issue of telling the mother... That... was something he didn't exactly want to be present for, but like hell he thought it was a good idea to not say anything. And then there was the case of the boys' father, who wasn't Claudia's mother. Certainly he'd want to offer some sort of comfort to his sons, wouldn't he? But it was hard to tell where the bloody hell Skimble was.
Sometimes, Mistoffelees wondered why he was so prone to making friends with older cats and none around his age.
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Post by flashgordon on May 14, 2010 12:19:26 GMT -5
Munkustrap sighed softly. "Yes, this is her kitten." He said quietly, rubbing George's back slowly. The tiny kitten looked over slightly, odd-eyes wide, a little sniff given.
"We will have to find someone to properly care for him. I hate to bring it up now." Another sigh. "But he needs to be settled as soon as possible, for his sake."
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Post by Mungojerrie on May 18, 2010 22:37:39 GMT -5
Mungojerrie looked between them all, standing and rubbing the back of his head. "Er... So what are we planning here?" He asked, frowning, unsure. He really didn't know what to do with the body. They wanted something better than this, he personally didn't know what else there was. Awkward. Very awkward.
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Post by Victor on May 18, 2010 22:52:59 GMT -5
"Funeral," Victor murmured, not detaching himself from Tumblebrutus.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 19, 2010 21:19:18 GMT -5
The kit looked up as he wiped at his eyes again, swallowing harder in Victor's hold. However, his arms moved toward Munkustrap. "Can I... if he's her son... that... that means he's my... nephew? Cousin?" He wasn't entirely sure. He cleared his throat a little. "I'll... I'll take care of him."
A large statement for one so young, but something dead serious.
He wiped at his eyes again.
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Post by gumbiecat on Jun 14, 2010 23:27:37 GMT -5
There was a bit of a bustling as Jennyanydots walked into the Jellicle Yard having been gone for a few days. Well, certainly a few days more than she'd anticipated, but the cockroaches were at it again, and without some sort of job it was a recipe for disaster. But, skirts all hiked up, she marched her way through the yard, absolutely delightful as could be.
Until she noticed the gathering.
"What's this fuss about?" She inquired, her march continued until she spotted her sons. That march turned into a run at their grave expressions, an arm moving around each of their shoulders. "What's wrong? What happened? Why are you crying? Are you hurt?" There was too large of a crowd for it to be something minor, and she doubted the boys fought with each other or else they wouldn't be so desperate.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jun 15, 2010 10:05:07 GMT -5
.... great. Just what Mistoffelees didn't want to be there for, but it'd be so terribly rude to leave at a time like this. At least, selfishly, he knew he was younger, therefor wouldn't have to be theone bearing the bad news.
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