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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 4:42 pm
He was a cat. A p***y. Of all the jokes the cosmos could play on him, it decided today was the day Castor was going to be a cat. Lina would probably… ehh… hard to say is she would be sad, happy, (that he was now a cute little kitty), or… angry for the fact he had become a cat. His own feelings were mixed as is. Besides being stuck as a cat, he found he couldn’t use any of his magic. Which… ******** he was so dead. So ******** dead. He would have to lay low, find a way to get back to his actual body. But…
As Castor had been freaking out, he’d also…started to get urges. Cat like urges. Especially as a girl who ran by dropped a small shiny silver bell on a ribbon. It was shiny and it made the most interesting jingle jingle noises. Castor was transfixed by this. Pawing at it, the former royal senshi was becoming more and more engrossed with the bell and the noises it made. It was so fun. How come he’d never played with a bell before this was the BEST. Jingle jingle. Batting it under a bench, Castor was content to just play with the bell. It was a shiny bell. It was his shiny bell. Jingle jingle.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:13 pm
He really had been trying to you know, lay low. That had been Torbenite's entire Negaverse proposition to the Universe: if one laid low, then bad things usually did not happen to them. Bad things only happened to those who spoke out and attracted the attention worthy of meriting bad things.
So, he was wondering then, oh fickle Universe gods, why he was a cat. Sadly, this was not a metaphor for something Freudian, or even pseud-Freudian: he had gone to sleep the previous night and bam! - he was a four-legged feline with a tail and oh god wait was he naked?!
Shame. There was so much shame. His ears folded down with shame. He would have continued onwards with his life of shame as a cat if something had not attracted his attention. It jingled, it glittered in the sun and -
- Some other cat had it.
Okay, okay calm down self. It's just a bell. It's okay. Torbenite visibly reigned himself in, tail twitching. And then the bell jingled again. Twitch. And again. Twitch twitch.
The last bare twigs of restraint broke as he all but leaped into the fray, landing surprisingly on all fours - which was better than his usual two-legged form - in a blur of white and black. Oh, and green, apparently green was a common cat colour now. There might have been a hiss as he apprehended the other cat with the bell. "Hand over that bell or else-"
A pause. Or else what? He would claw the other to death with paws he did not quite know how to use? "Uh... um.. or else... I'll.... do... stuff." He finished lamely, suddenly not quite sure of himself, though it was reasonably understandable, due to certain conditions.
It didn't even occur to him at that point that he wasn't just a slightly-green cat but also a slightly-green and talking cat.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:26 pm
Hold up. Back up. Back down b***h. As the other cat jumped in and tried to absoncd with the bell, Castor reared up and hissed, little cat claws digging into the ribbon. This was his bell b***h, and like hell he was about to give it up furball. Fur puffed out as Castor got ready to use what the cosmos gave him. Little kitty claws.
Then the cat talked. And Castor noticed it was Green. And it sounded- “YOU.” That voice was familiar enough. Looked like the cosmos had humor, as usual. Fur puffed out more as Castor’s back arched and he hissed. “No, I found it, it’s mine, now leave.” More hissing. Tail flicked back and forth behind him, and his ears went back. He must have looked stupid, playing with the bell but ******** he found it.
It was his to jingle as he liked. Just to be a jerk, he bounced it around a bit more. "Mine."
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 8:03 pm
Oh no they didn't. Any sort of possible friendliness he might have had for the other feline flew straight out the window as he sized the other down. Sure they were impressive with their... puffy fur. Sure their claws were looking rather intimidating. And sure their voice sounded kind of familiar, though he couldn't quite place it yet.
The bell jingled and his tail twitched again. "Look you lousy furball-"
- and it suddenly occurred to them that the other cat was talking. It wasn't just talking, it was talking to them. While the novelty of a talking cat had pretty much worn off around two years ago, when the introduced guardian cats, it didn't make him any less wary. Slowly, Torbenite put two and two together. Cat. Talking cat. Talking cat with star forehead marking.
Holy s**t it was a guardian cat, run for his life.
Tail went back down as he considered it. Then the bell jingled again. No wait a second, that bell was his - though the remaining non-cat part of his brain was wondering why the hell a worthless bell was even remotely that important, the rest of it was lost to the simple fact that it was 'shiney' and that was really, all that mattered.
With a rather messy attempt at a flying leap, he made a swipe - a feint - for the other cat.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 8:20 pm
Cat kindness never existed for Castor. As the other talking cat seemed to back down, Castor felt a little bit of a badass cat coming to him. He was macho cat and could take on all the other cats. King cat. Prince of pussies. He was Castor and- <******** back as the other cat 'attacked' his didn't think to protect his bell. He didn't to take it with him. It was left unguarded. "ACK!" Puffed out he didn't manage to realize it was a feint. He'd been duped.
And now his bell was open to swiping.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 1:30 pm
While the first comment should have been something like "HOLY s**t DID IT ACTUALLY WORK!?", the unfortunate problem that Torbenite encounter post false-swiping was that no, not all cats landed on their feet. Or their side. Or anything other than their back.
Down he went, literally seeing buildings, blue skies, and his own paws. Sadly he was much too embarrassed to say that it really hurt. Struggling to get back on all fours was something of a predicament either, thus nullifying the all cats are graceful creatures clause, he attempted his best to half-limp towards the bell.
It was his now.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:15 am
"Don't. Touch. My. Bell." Castor's voice was dripping kitty venom. "I found that bell, and it's mine. Back of greenie, first come first serve and I came first." Hissing, he felt claws rake into the pavement. He'd fight you for it. circling around, Castor reared up and slashed out at him. "It's mine, not back off! Leave it where it is or else-"
Or else whatZ? He was a cat. the best he could do was scratch them, nothing more. "I'll claw your eyes out." Or something.
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