Y'all ready for this? Here's the first chapter of my new Fri Fant! I loooovveee Misto! Meg, I hope you enjoy this :).
Chapter 1
"She is mine, Macavity," a brown tomcat said to his antagonist. "I have no intentions of letting you near her!"
Macavity threw his head back in laughter. Hadn't these feebleminded creatures learned not to oppose him? Could he make the message any more clear to them that he was not to be quarreled with? "I do believe you have forgotten who I am, Greyclaw. Shall I remind you?" The tall ginger cat asked then extended his long claws and bared his pointed fangs.
Greyclaw followed suit, though, less menacing. He was a cat of wit, not brawn, whereas Macavity was inclined in both traits, and more. Greyclaw began with the first attack, leaving only a minor slice on Macavity's face.
It was amusing to Macavity, the extreme lack of strength of his opponent. He obviously had the higher advantage, being bigger, stronger, faster. He locked onto his target. Greyclaw's spinal chord. Macavity didn't really feel like a bloody battle, and if he didn't kill him then the pest would be back, like a mosquito buzzing in his ears. Macavity lunged forward and landed gracefully with Greyclaw's spine in his mouth. With a tightening of Macavity's jaws, a sickening crack sound, and a small screech of pain eminating from Greyclaw's mouth, the fight was over. If you could even call it a fight, thought Macavity as he dropped Greyclaw's limp body from his mouth.
Greyclaw's-- or, what used to be Greyclaw's mate skittered up to him and examined him, then lowered her head in mourning.
"Come now, Soprano. You musn't be sad, my beauty, for I have released you from that daft mess of a cat. You should be rejoicing." Macavity said in a deep, luring purr. "Haven't you any sense who you should mate with?" He lifted his paw under her head to raise her chin and to look into her big, blue eyes.
Soprano merely pulled her head from his paw and remained silent.
"A beautiful cat such as yourself doesn't have any use to wear that ugly face." Macavity said in a mocking pouty tone.
"It is different for you, Macavity. You have no feeling of remorse in your body for anything you inflict upon others. But I for one find what you have done unforgiveable." Soprano mewed, delicate but bold.
"Oh, darling--"
"Don't call me that, you monster!"
"Well, I do believe that I have won you fairly. You are mine now."
"I'm no object that can be owned! Especially not to you!"
"Mind your tongue, if you would like to keep it!"
"Go ahead! I would rather die than be associated with you!" Soprano shouted. "You already have more mates than you know what to do with presently, anyway."
"I don't necessarily refer to them as mates," Macavity said, giving a smile of satisfaction directed at his love life. "But to each his own. And besides, all of them pale in comparison to you, my lovely." It was true. Soprano's beautifully pure white coat was unmatched by any cat who ever lived, and her, rather large, sparkling blue eyes were remarkable.
"Macavity! I am not your anything! Now let me be to mourn for my mate in peace!"
"I think not, I'm afraid."
Macavity got his way, as always, and Soprano learned not to object him, for she would receive frequent abuse when she stepped out of line.
A year and three litters of kittens later she became somewhat more accustomed to her life with Macavity. Mostly because has was scarcely around, and without him she would not have her wonderful little kittens whom she loved so much. But ten small cats running around were sometimes more than Soprano could handle.
Of the first litter, there were three kittens. Alonzo, a large white male with large black spots; he had a bit of a temper as well. Smudge, a larger, white male with ginger spots, and got into frequent fights with Alonzo. And Poppy, a mysterious red female with small black spots.
Of the second, there were four kittens. Hazard, with a black body and red tail that seemed almost to indicate a warning. Fang, a white male with a red face that was threatening to others. Melody, a graceful and dainty white female with ginger paws and black ears, and a slight problem with keeping quiet. And the smallest of the litter, Mistoffelees, a mostly black male with a white face and a white chest and paws.
The third litter had three kittens. Victoria, a pure white female with a cute little pink nose and blue eyes almost as dazzling as her mother's. Alphie, a black male with an entirely ginger head; a sort of clown among the bunch. And Misty, little white female with tiny black spots and crippled hind legs, and cared deeply for almost everyone.
Needless to say, Soprano had had her paws full with all of them.
Alonzo was a rather cocky cat, he was chasing mice under the watchful eyes of Mistoffelees. Alonzo always prided himself in hunting down and killing more mice than any other cat in his family.
Mistoffeleess tried his hand--or paw--at mouse catching. He had one in sight. He got in position to leap. He pounced. The mouse fled right as his paw hit the ground. Alonzo chuckled at his little brother's failed attempt.
"Perhaps you should try hunting something a bit slower. Like rocks." Alonzo burst into another fit of laughter and Mistoffelees jumped on top of him and bit his ear. He threw Mistoffelees off of his back and pinned him down. "Is that it, runt?"
Mistoffelees wriggled and squirmed under Alonzo's paws. "Let--me--go!" Mistoffelees shouted, then ineffectually tried to bite Alonzo's paw. "Lonzo, let go!"
Just then, Smudge pounced into Alonzo, bringing him to the ground. "I see you are hunting Mistoffelees now. I must say, I doubt that he tastes very good. Then there is that fact that mother would throw a fit." he chuckled and got off of Alonzo.
"Smudge, must you ruin my fun? And who appointed you to be Mistofelees's body guard?" Alonzo hissed at him and pointed his ears back.
"Mother, actually. Don't think she doesn't notice your bullying."
"I'm merely playing with him! I don't see how that would be considered bullying."
"Mother sees it as bullying considering you are considerably larger than little Misto."
"And you're considerably larger than me! Yet Mother insists that it is alright for you to pound me into the ground? I certainly do not see the logic there!" Alonzo shouted at Smudge.
"Be that as it may, you needn't torture Mr. Mistoffelees constantly."
"You've got to be joking," Alonzo said as he walked away to look for more mice. "And stop with your little pet names!" he called back.
"Are you all right, Mr. Mistoffelees?" Smudge asked, paying no attention to Alonzo's last remark.
"I think, but do you have to intervene in every fight? With you around I'll never be able to put Alonzo in his place!" Mistoffelees said. Oh how he longed for the day when Alonzo wouldn't be such a bother.
"If I didn't intervene in every fight, then you would be nothing but a mauled pile of kitten."
"That's very encouraging. Thank you, Smudge." Mistoffelees said sarcastically.
"Your very welcome, little brother. I will see you later. I've got to go see if Alonzo is getting in any more trouble." Smudge gave a flick of his tail to say goodbye as he ran off in the direction Alonzo went.
"Bye," Mistoffelees called. He meandered back to their home in the alley.
"What is it with you and your affinity for the runt?" asked Alonzo to Smudge.
"Well, he is also my brother. Have you a problem with that?" Smudge said.
"He needs to take care of himself. You know as well as I do that he can."
"Indeed, he is different. I believe he has inherited some of father's abilities."
"Don't call him that! Macavity has no place in this family! That despicable cur needs to be killed!"
"If 'that despicable cur' were to hear you right now, you would be the one who was killed! Now silence!" Smudge snapped back. Macavity could've been listening in at any moment without their noticing, but luckily he wasn't. If Macavity had heard the defiance of his son, Alonzo would most likely indeed be dead.
Alonzo suddenly lept and was wrestling Smudge to the ground. "Why must you always take his side!?"
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