Cats of Forton Square
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Miku bounced around Alice's feet. "Ooh can I come?" The kitten begged. Ever since Alice had helped her find Vine that one time, Miku had adored the motherly she cat.
Winona purred and smiled brightly at Streak. "That's great news!"
Soldier laughed heartily. "It's about time he asked her."
Luna and Kiska both smiled when Flint told them. "Congrats to them!" Kuna meowed.
Verra raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly. "Finally." -
Alice sighed, looking down at the adoring little kitten. She grinned. "Yes, Miku... you may come."
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"Yay!" The kitten exclaimed. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
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Swifttail purred in pleasure, nuzzling his mate. "Do you know when and where the wedding is, dear??"
Alice grinned. "I believe I do... the alley of Roquefort Bakery at sundown." She gently cradled Miku and looked up at Swifttail sweetly. -
Miku smiled up atAlice, the sweet and motherly queen had become the center of the Kirsten's small world.
However, in a much less happy situation, a lone cat prowled along a rickety fence. Well past the safe boundaries of the city, the traveler was nearing the outskirts of the area, a much less safe place. It was rumored that the Outskirts was filled with shady figures and dark creatures. Drops of frigid rain struck the cat like bullets, but still the cat pushed on. Lightning illuminated the dank streets for a heartbeat, revealing a pelt as black as the night itself. Thunder sounded in the distance, muted for now. But it was painfully obvious that the storm was far from over, and was approaching swiftly.
Finally the figure stopped, sitting down before a shadow-blanketed area. Two bloodred eyes stared into the soul of the cat in front of them. And then it spoke, in a ghostly, chilling voice that frightened the wanderer to their very core. "Verra. You're late..." -
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Alice purred sweetly at the adorable kitten.
Meanwhile, Another ginger lone cat was crawiling about the Outskirts. He had lived a long, pitiful life in this musty habitat, and was out on a stroll.
Suddenly the tabby froze when he noticed two dark figures talking to a cat friend of his. -
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The now-identified black she-cat trembled, half from fear, half from the icy sting of the rain. "I assume you brought me what I asked for?" The other figure asked. He was still cloaked in a veil of shadows so dark that not even the silvery light of the gleaming half moon could pierce it. The distraught non-pedigree looked down, a weak attempt to avoid her companion's penetrating stare. She hated that stare. It almost litterally seemed to glance into her mind, her very essence. No secrets could be kept from the shadowed figure. Reluctantly accepting that as a fact, Verra lifted her head to meet the two red orbs once again. They were strangely alluring, those eyes. Bloodred, but tinted through with pale gold and deep scarlet. However, the pure malice held in them drove out any hint of attraction. Swallowing slowly, amethyst eyes met glowing red ones. "I-I'm sorry, I couldn't-" "Couldn't?!" The voice cut her off and the red eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Verra flinched, her heart speeding up, but the fear passed as she realized he would not strike her. Seeing that he had her focus again, he continued in a silky voice. "Verra, you cannot expect me to wait this long, can you? It was a simple task, really..." She wrinkled her muzzle and took a shuddering breath. Suddenly serious, he spoke again. "If I don't get what I want by tomorrow, the deal is off." Verra gasped, her violet eyes welling up with horrified tears. "No, please, Blood! I need more ti-" "Tomorrow!" He hissed. The black she cat shreiked and cowered as three ragged claws and a now visible black paw came down, glinting in the moonlight. Another blood-churning cry sounded and Verra collapsed, three fresh scratches on her side flowing crimson blood. And with that last strike, the voice and eyes and claws vanished, leaving behind a soaked and scarred Verra. -
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The lone tabby silently strode up to Verra, seating himself next to her. Extending his tongue, he attempted to wash his muddy paws. "Ahh, Verra..." he sighed when finished. "I will help you with your items. What is it that you need??" -
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Verra pushed herself to her feet and shuddered. "I don't know who you are..." She took a deep breath and rasped her tongue over her fresh wounds. "Or what you want..." She huffed again. "But what it is that Blood seeks is nothing you'd be able to assist me in finding." -
"Nothing the likes of you would be able to find, either, my dear lady," replied the tabby. "I was sent here by Creek- Creek the manx?? Surely you have heard of him."
He let his barbed tongue swipe at his messy paws again. He sat up, straightening himself. "Hmm, my lady??" -
Verra sneered at the tom. "And how would you know what it is that I seek? I know exactly where to find it, it is just...difficult to lead to Blood." She sneezed a feline laugh. "And yes, I know Creek." The black she cat flicked her short tail. "He's still got my tail tip lying around." Verra was a cat involved with a lot of the big bad names in (and out) of the city. When she was a kitten she had a nasty run in with a tom named Zap, and ever since she had always known more than was safe. Unfortunately her knowledge of the black-market, mafia-like cats also left her with more scars than necessary.
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The tabby shook his head, turning away. He knew of Verra's rough past. He had always been there for her. After all, Verra's father himself had ordered the tabby to always watch over his daughter before disappearing.
But Verra had never known. And things would stay that way.
He gritted his teeth. "You'll get your tail back when you are ready," the tabby flared. "Until then, you've got no choice but to let me assist you." He calmed himself down, remembering his mission. "I'm Buck. And YOU will let me help." -
"It's not the tail I want from Blood." Verra whispered, unusual emotion in the normally-stoic non-peddie's voice. "It's my children."
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