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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2011 0:51:39 GMT -5
Ryan crouched in the long grass, hiding behind the swaying stalks that made such perfect camouflage. It made not a sound as he settled onto it, just the way it had always done. His tail swished above him.
And just as sudden as a flash of lightning. He pounced, a black streak through the air and landed just in front of his prey.
The mouse looked up with huge eyes, its ears back as the looming shadow overcame him. The big brown eyes rolled back into his tiny cranium, and like that, he went stiff in faint.
“Blast.” He swatted the thing with his paw. “Took all the fun out of it.”
“Is…is it dead?” Damian asked, poking over his shoulder.
“No,” Ryan replied, still batting it back and forth between his paws. “Just fainted.”
“Are you gonna…you know…” Damian shifted uncomfortably. “Eat it?”
“Nah,” with that, he smacked it away. The mouse bonked its head as he bounced, and woke with that. He sprinted off in the next second.
“Now Damo,” the black stood and circled the kitten. “What have we learned?”
“Um…” his huge blue eyes blinked a few times. “To…charge?”
“Silently. Wait until the last possibly moment. And don’t scare them to death. That’s no fun.” He told him. “That mouse is gonna double back in a minute. Such small memories, those things,” he inspected his claws to ensure they were clean. “You take the next spin.”
Once Ryan had walked off and hidden behind a rock to not interfere, Damian settled his white underbelly into the same spot Ryan had been. “Right….last possible moment…” he whispered, licking his freckled, cream colored chops as he heard the squeak.
The brown rodent rounded the bend, and Damian leapt.
When the mouse saw him coming, he barred his teeth and found himself skipping back as fast as possible. “Not twice in one day!” it squealed.
Just as it jumped, Damian high tailed it back to the rock.
“Ryan! RYAN! It tried to eat me!!!”
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More to come...but now I need sleep!!!!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Aug 25, 2011 0:54:46 GMT -5
What...in the...world? ?? hahahahahahahahahahaha it tried to eat Damian... good!! haha update??
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Post by orinocoflow on Aug 25, 2011 1:00:42 GMT -5
i love it! esp the last line XD
update soon please!
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Post by angelmcfay on Aug 25, 2011 2:51:56 GMT -5
ryan it tried to me eat LOL update soon!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2011 17:56:37 GMT -5
aww there kittys! i love it update please
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Post by celticthunder1510 on Aug 25, 2011 21:46:23 GMT -5
This is an adorable story!
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Post by celticbear on Aug 25, 2011 23:11:50 GMT -5
Furb! this is a funny start! Love Ryan and Damo as cats and Ryan trying to teach Damo how to catch a mouse! I guess Paul is the mouse? because if the mouse was yellow then it would be Keith! or are you going to make the other lads cats also? UPDATE SOON!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2011 23:13:16 GMT -5
I'm on a roll! Let's hope this keeps up. I think it will. My inspiration is back!
The black cart rolled his eyes in response.
“Honestly,” a voice said from atop the rock. “What are you two trying to do?”
Damian’s fear was almost immediately forgotten. “Oh! Hi Paul! Ryan’s teaching me how to hunt!”
The chocolate brown and white cat continued to lick his paw and groom back his long fur. “Why would you want to do a thing like that?” he asked
“I…I’m hungry…” the kitten said dejectedly.
“Then I have a treat for you!” he cried, jumping down. “George is expecting you two.”
“Same place?” asked Ryan.
The long haired cat nodded. “As always.”
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The short haired tan cat paced back and forth on the wooden privacy fence. “Where are they?” he questioned, still stalking.
“I dunno,” a light meow came from the dumpster, followed by a bit of rummaging. A second later, a head popped up. “But I do know they already picked up the trash today.”
‘Get out of there, Keith,” the elder cat reprimanded. “You’ll miss the dishwater.”
As if on cue, the muttering teenage busboy came out with a huge tub in his hands.
Keith gasped with delight and hopped down, grabbing the old cracked plate from its hiding spot behind the trash. The busboy dumped it a minute later, sending filthy water pouring across the street.
“Woo!” Keith used his mouth to throw the plate into the wave and jumped on top of it, letting the dirty water carry and spin him all the way over to George. “What a rush.” He said, climbing off and twitching his paws to shake the water off.
“Keith, there’s something wrong with you.” Ryan told him as he and his friends approached. “How can you stand that?”
Keith looked confused, his soaked, matted yellow fur dripping all around him. “Stand what?” with that, he shook himself from head to toe, sending the gross water misting onto all of them, and leaving him looking like a cotton ball gone awry.
“Aw, cat!” Paul wiped at his ears. “You got it all over me! I JUST bathed!”
“You’ve always just bathed.” Keith pointed out, jumping straight from the asphalt ground to the top of the fence nest to George, followed by Ryan, who was still trying to shake himself dry.
Paul swished his tail irritably but followed.
“Uh…guys?” Damian asked from the middle of the puddle. “Little help?”
“You can do it Damo,” George encouraged him.
“Oh…” Damian waddles his bum a few times, like he saw the others do and tried to jump for the fens. He came short and clawed at the wood a moment before George reached over and pulled him up by the scruff of his neck. “Good try, Damo.” He said, nudging him gently.
“Now, let’s get this show on the road!”
Both Paul and Keith beat their tails on the back of the fence for a drum roll.
“Presenting,” Paul yeowed loudly. “The…ALLEY CATS!”
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Post by celticbear on Aug 25, 2011 23:19:06 GMT -5
Furb! I can't stop laughing! If the lads where cats this is exactly how I would see them! Where do you come up with these ideas! Now all you need to do is bring Sharon in has the feline producer/manager! And the rest of the CT family!
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Post by laurenne on Aug 26, 2011 0:10:25 GMT -5
Oh heavens, this is too funny.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2011 12:48:53 GMT -5
Haha, thanks everyone! Keep commenting so I know that i can post the next part!!!!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Aug 26, 2011 14:15:18 GMT -5
Oh wow, that was awesome!! update it soon! haha oh Keith...always the same, whether human or cat, eh? haha
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2011 16:39:34 GMT -5
Cute Update
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Post by celticthunder1510 on Aug 26, 2011 16:41:53 GMT -5
Even as a cat, Keith figured out a way to surf something wet!
UPDATE SOON!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2011 20:02:57 GMT -5
Let me know if I need to slow up!!!
~~~~~
Silence.
“Louder, crew.” Paul demanded.
All at once, they started meowing and cooing in time, really putting their all into it.
“Performing for scraps…so degrading…” Paul moaned as they finished one song.
“Better than hunting mice though?” Ryan smirked.
The began a new song, all meowing at once, when the busboy came out again with a huge bin of trash.
“Stupid cats…” he muttered.
Keith gasped. “Our groupie!”
With that, he bounded off the fence and started doing a dance number around his feet. “maybe I can impress him into giving up the goods! I haven’t eaten in two days!”
“Cat, move!” the boy tired to kick away the mangy beast, but it was persistent and kept circling him. “Cat!” with that, he dropped the bin of food.
“Woo!” Keith jumped out of the way of the falling thing and dove into it. “it worked! He likes us! He really likes us!”
Paul meowed once for encore before hopping down with the others and lugging out the scraps he wanted.
“Dumb animals.” The boy hit the food bin with the side of his foot before walking back inside. “Wont be able to do this much longer. Not when old Benny shuts up.”
Ryan looked up from his chicken carcass. “Benny’s shutting up?”
“Who cares!” Keith happily continued eating. “Long as we got food!”
“Keith,” George began. “If Benny shuts up the restaurant, we won’t have anywhere to get food.”
That cats jaw dropped, making a piece of beef fall out. “What!?”
“Well, the answer is simple.” Paul said, lapping at some spilled milk. “We have to find owners.”
“OWNERS!?!?!” Keith nearly fainted, but then realized he hadn’t eaten the beef and nabbed it.
“I knew it.” Ryan sneered. “You always wanted a diamond studded collar.”
“Hey, I’m just looking for a way to stay alive!” he bit. “Besides, you don’t even need an owner. You can just join a new gang.”
“Well, you don’t need an owner. That neighborhood took you in as the neighborhood pet!”
“It’s not my fault that I keep myself groomed, so people want to pet me!”
“Groomed…” Keith seethed. “Disgusting.”
“Well, when you go surfing in a vat of nasty cleaning water, of course it’d be disgusting!”
“What about me?” Damian peeped. He had since left his food alone while watching the fight. He was terrified. “What can I do?”
“Oh, we can just chuck you in the nearest box labeled ‘free kittens’. You’ll be fine.” Keith said.
Damian’s eyes, which were naturally about half the size of his head, went even wider. “What!?”
“Cats!” George growled. “Calm yourselves! Stop this bickering!”
But Damian continued to cry. “You can’t leave me! I don’t even know how to hunt!”
“Wait…” George stopped hissing long enough to be struck with an idea. “That’s it!”
“What is?” Keith asked, digging back into the tub.
“Ryan.” George turned to the panther like cat. “Can you teach them all how to hunt?”
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