On September 1st, during the rainiest week the city had seen in years, Sir Precious' masters were away on a holiday.
Sir Precious was a black housecat from a prestigious line of felines with the most silky fur and the most golden eyes. He, just like his mother cat and father cat had been, was long and well-behaved and elegant, and born to a privileged existence under the care of well-endowed masters.
The collar he wore right now had a red silk bowtie, adorned with a gemstone brooch and little diamonds. His name and his home address were pressed into the leather of his collar. He had his very own pillow in every room, he had a full bowl of food at all times of the day, and he had the comfiest bed near the salon window.
And now, while the rain tapped on the window next to him, there were kittens on that bed.
There was one, two, and three. All tomcats. And unlike Sir Precious, they were tiny and mostly white. Black blotches covered portions of their body, some on their legs, backs and even their round faces.
They had just appeared on his bed one day. Sir Precious didn't know how, but right away, he had been trusted with looking after them. It was a task which he took very seriously.
He bathed them and guarded them, kept them warm, taught them how to use the litter box and play gently, and keenly watched over them when his masters fed them milk through a little tube until they were big enough to lick it from a bowl.
They weren't much bigger now than they had been once they first arrived, but they looked more like proper cats. And they were sleeping. Sir Precious gave them a sniff, as if to make sure they were all still breathing. All was well, until lightning struck somewhere near their yard. The little ears of the calm kittens suddenly perked up, and one wailed with his little voice.
"Shh," Sir Precious whispered, despite having been frightened himself, and bathed the most frightened kitten's forehead until he and his brothers fell back asleep.
It was likely due to his keen concentration on the storm outside the window that he failed to hear the faint sound of a window opening in another room, and the alarm system getting swiftly disarmed. And before he could as much as register the footsteps that crept near him and the kittens, a large fabric was placed over their bodies, and swiftly scooped up like a bag of groceries. A sweet, strange scent wafted around the cats' new prison and made Sir Precious and the kittens' heads fuzzy and incapable of escaping. They were carried outside the house and tossed into the trunk of a car.
They drove for a long time. Far from the familiar scents, far from the safety of Sir Precious' calm neighbourhood. And by the time they were outside the city limits, the sky was completely dark. It felt like a dream to Sir Precious, who still felt that strange, sweet scent in his nose. He couldn't tell what was happening, where he was and whether he was even awake. The only thing he could register besides the unusual scent was the itchiness of the fabric and the soft mews of his likewise dazed kittens.
The burglar hadn't taken the weather into account. What had started as heavy rain in town had become a dangerous storm just outside it, and the road which he drove became flooded.
The burglar lost control of his vehicle, and it slid across the road as if on mirror ice. The brakes couldn't stop the car's trajectory towards a tree at the side of the road. It wasn't an impact at full speed, but the car was old and worn out. The trunk flew open at impact with a loud thump, and the bag containing the cats fell out. It rolled down the wet ground, all the way down the steep side of the road to a canopious forest, and there it lay until the crack of dawn.
Sir Precious woke up with a startle. The sweet, intoxicating scent had dissipated in the fresh, wet air, making him once again alert. He found the opening of the bag and crawled out, instantly shocked as he greeted his surroundings. Trees, bushes, roots and grass. He had never been in the middle of such vast greenery, much less one untouched by man.
Where was he? What had happened? Where were-
The kittens!
With an anxious arch of his back, he circled around his immediate position and then poked his head back into the bag. One, two- Oh no!
He retreated from the bag once more, ears anxiously flicking as he scanned the surroundings. The two kittens woken by his trashing emerged from the bag too, curious of their predicament.
"Frank!" Sir Precious meowed, too concerned for his kitten to hide his voice from any possible predators lurking about.
"Here!" came a little squeak from a bush nearby. Frank, completely covered in leaves and wet, was fortunately otherwise unscathed. He sneezed as he emerged from underneath the little branches.
"Thank goodness, Frank! Come here," Sir Precious urged, beginning to tidy the kitten up as soon as he nuzzled against his body. The rest of the kittens followed Frank's example, pressing against the warm fur of the eldest cat. They were not used to the coldness of the wild any more than Sir Precious.
"Where are we?" Frank asked.
Sir Precious searched for a proper response before he cleared his throat.
"I do not know. We seem to have found ourselves in the realm of an adventure of sorts," he said, trying his very best to not let his voice tremble. "But it is alright. We are together. And we are smart."
Sir Precious urged the kittens to crouch underneath the closest bush, though he told them not to go back into the suspicious bag.
"Stay here. I won't go far. I will just take a look to determine how to get back home."
Or so he hoped.
The black housecat sniffed at the air but couldn't latch onto anything he could recognise. Nothing but his kittens. He tiptoed the unsteady ground, ears perked for danger as he tried to make sense of their current whereabouts. Were there humans around? Were there other cats around? Or perhaps dogs?
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So listen, Lark's not having the greatest time right now, but a promise is a promise. He told Alastor he'd bring ham on sunday, and that's what the fuck he's doing.
Wearing his best snake sweater...and accompanied by Raven. Raven held onto Lark's hand, leaning on him to minimize wobbly steps as they stepped through the gate into The Cooler Hell. Lark felt like he was forgetting something, but he checked the bag again, and yup, ham dinner was still there.
The walk was...weirdly non-treacherous! Lark and Raven were scarcely even LOOKED at, and that was kind of weird! Lark usually had to be at least a little careful on the way to the hotel.
He felt like he was forgetting something.
Lark and Raven entered the hotel, Lark looking Very Lost, and Raven looking around with wide eyes. The kitten brushed his hair back so all three eyes could take in the place.
Lark checked the bag again, the smell of fresh-baked ham and a side dish of potatoes au gratin wafting up, before he closed the bag and wandered further inside to look for Alastor.
Another Day, another adventure, everyday was the same with nothing of merit to even consider it being different. Well, save for today. Instead of the normal gathering, both Gangle and Alastor were called out to the stage before anyone else. Though, that didn't become clear until they only saw one another when they got to the meeting place. That was when a portal was opened and both felt themselves being pushed.
When Gangle came to, she saw she was upon a stage. And in front her were a pile of papers upon the floor. Which upon them soon said:
Music
BAD END THEATRE
This theatre hides a tragic secret! Seek out the truth behind why this place closed down by acting out a series of plays to their true conclusions. Good luck my Amazing Applebottom Britches! I made this one specially for you two. Since you took such an interest in my office! You get to witness something astounding since you must love my adventures so much to take one! Anyway enjoy yourselves!
"Oh well this is surprising. We have to act out a bunch of plays? And looks like Caine did notice what we did. I thought for sure he didn't...since you know...we weren't punished or anything."
Gangle didn't feel surprised honestly, she thought he would be madder though considering the two basically broke into his most private place. He was basically a god in the circus, so they should have seen this coming. Still, him taking it so well felt off to Gangle somewhat.
"Not unless this is the punishment...but...Caine's too...nice for that.
Still, it was strange being with the deer again. After last time she was uncertain how to act she had tried to listen to other more at least.
Carrie gasped awake, shooting up, taking deep gulps of air. Though her sudden red skin, even longer hair than she had in life, and other "fun" features like a tail shocked her, she didn't have time to rest. Red... it had to be red. It made her want to scrub and scrub until not a hint remained. She couldn't focus on that now however. She just needed somewhere she could collect her thoughts. Anywhere was better than wherever she currently was. Bombs were going off left and right as some sort of battle was going on. This new demon needed to stop and think. Quickly, Carrie ran away from the battle. She'd be able to test her powers once she was out of firing range.
She ran until she couldn't hear the fighting, or at the very least, not large scale fighting. It seemed there was one going on pretty much everywhere. Finally she came to a building, she didn't know how she hadn't noticed it before. A giant glowing V stood on the very top of the luminescent building. The pentagram in the sky was baffling. It seemed like she was near the entrance, at least, based on the way she had been shoved out of the way.
Carrie couldn't stop the way she bristled, her new tail whipping from side to side in aggravation. The anger the fueled her before her death seeming to reignite with a vengeance. She wasn't going to be pushed around again. The amount of anger was unreasonable, deep down she knew that, yet she somehow couldn't stop herself in this moment. In a twisted and strange place. Angry at her death, angry that after all she had been through she was very likely in Hell
Carrie stumbled in a rush to get up, angrily stomping towards the figure before her. Her hand shot out, summoning the muscle the existed within her that was her powers and flex. It took a moment, as if she hadn't used it in a while. The girl turned red, a panicked look on her face, then started the smoking and her screaming, then finally she was set ablaze. Carrie, being very focused on venting her anger, didn't see the other approaching her from behind.
" I don't believe there is any need for hostility SilverStripe. This cat is clearly lost and needs our aid. Please run back to the camp and inform CrowStar of these events. " FennelPelt spoke softly through the mouthful of herbs she had been gathering while her younger littermate the warrior SilverStripe kept watch only to had been faced with the trespassing cat StagTooth. Leaving them alone SilverStripe bounded off in the direction of the FireClan camp.
" You mustn't hold against my younger brother. He has always been dog headed quick to assume the worst. But you must be confused please allow me to explain but first I believe introductions are in order. " She dipped her in greeting her tail folding over her paws before emerald eyes rested on the cat. " My name is FennelPelt I am the medcine cat for FireClan. And you are? "
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Well, he intended to just wander on by and give a small bite to Kou's shoulder. Something small and teasing, but now he's got claws touching his too-soft ear. And, while the touch is a bit of a surprise, it is by no means an unwelcome thing.
Hence why he's not in the mood to pull away now, and returns this favor by biting just a little bit harder. Like it's some sort of a reward.
