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Mel had spent a good day wandering the streets of Destiny city, basking in the sun as he gallivanted wherever his cotton filled brain took him. Everything from chasing squirrels and leaves to playing with kids in a park, he enjoyed the fall day to its fullest. The unseasonably warm day chilled with the falling sun but Mel’s thick fur ment he didn’t notice it overly much but he did notice the sun sinking rapidly. He needed to get back home! Siti should be back which meant he needed to be around to protect her. And even worse… his shows would be starting soon! New episodes too! During his wanderings the large guardian cat had made it quite far from his house and was looking at quite the trek to make it back in time for his firsts show to air. Poo!

That's how he ended up racing by a old church that he used as a landmark, sadly it had been seriously damaged to a fire a bit ago. The cat absently noted the strange hulking figure perched on the roof like a demented pigeon but between one thought and the next his attention was right back to hurrying his furry butt home. The church marked his halfway point but the darkness had already caused the street lights to flicker on. He was going to miss at least the first half of one of his shows, no doubt about it. He needed to go faster!

Just as he rounded the corner at the speed of sound, well Mel liked to think of it as the speed of sound since he was going all out right then, he collided with something, or more accurately someone… some cat?

“Oooof!”

Mel scrambled to his feet, shaking his head as he got situated not really understanding what he was hearing. Confused all the large guardian could do was stare at the dark kitty who was currently hissing at him. “Uhhhhhh… are we playing truth or dare? Because I’m not that good at that game but I kinda did just run you over so if you want to play I guess we can. But just for a little bit because I got to get home. My shows should be starting. I can’t wait to catch Gibbs and honestly really looking forward to Bull. It's kind of hard not to see him as Tony though.” The cat just rambled on and on not really paying much attention to the irate cat standing in front of him.

“Oh hey! Is that a hat!” And just like that Mel got distracted by the really neat tophat with the red and white candy cane stripe around it. “That's really cool! I like your bow tie too, it really goes with the stuffy, stick up the bum, vibe.” He had totally let that slip out without realizing how insulting it was, he rarely did in cases like this.

“Take what back? Knocking you down? How would I even do that? I mean I guess I could pick you up but that's not really the same as knocking down. I can't go back in time to stop me from running you over if I did I would never miss my shows-” he trailed off as he remembered his shows. “I'm late! Nooooooooo. It's a new episode of Forged in Fire!” Mel had only recently found the history show but he was already hooked. Watching blade smiths make knives and swords from scrap, what could be better?

“You made me miss my show! All because of your stupid hat! You… you… stupid head!” The cat had forgotten that he really could have caught the show later but right then all he knew was he had missed his show because he was standing here talking to a prissy cat with a stupid hat. Who ever heard of a cat wearing a hat anyway? “You heathen.” He had no idea what it meant but it sounded neat, and it definitely sounded like an insult. Not that he realized as such when used against him.

“She is much too busy to do-” Mel’s retort was cut short when a fluffy tail whacked his face. He promptly started to cough and spat out the bit of hair he seemed to inhale. “HEY! That's not cool man!” He did not appreciate a tail to the face, not one bit. Golden eyes glared at the shorter cat as he rumbled unhappily. His anger faded for a moment when he was told to watch his tongue, prompting the savannah cat to actually stick out his tongue to see if he could really ‘watch it’. It took him longer then it should have to realize that the other guardian had insulted him…. Again.

“I am too brighter then some things… not all of them because you know lightbulbs are really bright but I mean I’m brighter than these rocks or the roadway. My coat practically sparkles with all the pets and snuggles and brushes I get.” He preened for a second before lunging forward and stealing the other cat’s hat. “Got your hat!” He mumbled around the battered fabric in his mouth as he turned tail and raced through the fence around the battered church. The furball insulted him for the last time. This would totally teach him! Insulting people isn't nice!

Mel had just barely gotten his head through the broken fence keeping the populus away from the burned out shell of the old church when he got a a** full of claws and teeth. The guardian yowled in surprise and pain, although to be honest it wasn't all that painful yet since the shortstuff wasn’t sunk in yet. Sadly when he shouted the hat tumbled from his mouth, it bounced away from the dueling duo deeper into the burned out wreck. “Get off of me!” Mel didn’t care about the hat but getting the furball off of him. He didn’t appreciate being treated like a chew toy. “What are you some kind of dog!”

He squirmed and twisted under the grip of the other cat, finally able to bend enough to take a few swipes at the dark furred cat before shaking him free and ducking the rest of the way into the cordoned off area around the church. “What's so special about the stupid hat anyway? It's not like it's all that great.”

Mel faced the other guardian, the flimsy fence all that separated them, ready to scrap some more. To let the fur really fly. Use his claws to defend his honor and all that crap only to see the other guardian look so heartbroken. “Wha? But… you… how… hun?!?!” Wasn’t the cat mad? Didn’t he want to continue to scrap? What happened? “You started it! You attacked me!” He was full of indignant surprise that quickly morphed into apologetic fear. He didn’t know how to deal with someone who looked that sad.

“Awwwww! Please don’t cry! Please! Please!” He squirmed and shifted on his paws. Mel had no idea how to deal with this. “Look! I’ll get your hat! It's ok, really it is! See it's juts over…. Um, here somewhere.” The large cat raced towards where he had seen the hat head towards and started to dig through the debris for the silly little thing that the other guardian apparently adored. “I’ll find it! Don’t cry! Please!”

“I am NOT!” Now it was Mel’s turn to look over at the smaller cat in indignation. He was not a bully! How dare this snooty cat call him one! Mirroring the other guardian’s move the larger feline stomped his paw in anger and disgust… and almost immediately wincing as something soft under his paw crunched and gave way. Worried about what he just smushed under his claws his golden eyes slowly drifted to the pile of debris he had been digging through. The horror he felt quickly morphed into guilt as he saw the squashed hat resting under his weight. It was dirty and wet and totally flat. “Ooops”

“Uh…. I found your hat.” Mel glanced over at the other cat and sheepishly smiled before picking up the pancake carefully with his claws. “Pretty sure it can be fixed.” He winced as the dirty candy stripe that had decorated the hat fell off and landed with a rather depressing plop on the trash pile. “That can be glued back on…. Probably.”

Mel couldn’t blame the other cat for swatting at him. He had flattened the thing pretty good so he just let the other kitty vent his sadness… he really felt like the bully the other guardian called him. After a moment of being a willing punching bag the larger cat was getting over it but he still felt pretty bad so he didn’t want to just shove the little one away so instead he patted the other cat on the head while crooning the only soft song he knew. “Soft kitty, Warm kitty, Little ball of fur, happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr.” It was from show about geeks and a hot lady and no mystery at all. It wasn’t his favorite kind of show but that little ditty had really gotten stuck in his head when he had heard it.

“Shhhhhhh. It will be ok. It can be fixed. I know it can.” I just don’t know how he silently added as he did his best to reassure the sad guardian. The hat was pretty good and flat but Mel wasn’t about to give up. He would be pretty peeved too if someone broke his stuff. There had to be some kind of magic to fix it… or some senshi who could do it. It wasn’t like they were trying to rebuild the Titanic or anything.