Vain, Uncertain, Bravado

#ask--rumpleteazer #rumpleteazer

I’m just saying dick of the brick doesn’t make any sense in the context, Tea. Dick could work but brick isn’t another kind of walking. [He laughs.]

hey alonzo i know that you are cock of the walk but are you also...dick of the brick??-(ask--rumpleteazer ((hi it is me tea i just changed teazers url)))

@ask--rumpleteazer You know cock of the walk is a reference to roosters right?

ask--munkustrap

Alonzo was bleeding. There was no doubt about that. Perhaps going straight into Macavity's territory was a bad idea--No, scratch that. It was definitely a bad idea. And now? Alonzo might as well have been red with dark red spots. He could barely see out of his left eye as thick blood gushed into it. And possibly from it. It certainly hurt enough. But it wasn't the injuries that kept him waiting outside the Junkyard. No, it was the shame. (ask--alonzo)

At first, Munkustrap thought he could’ve passed out, had the adrenaline not immediately begun coursing through his veins. He wished he wasn’t seeing what he was seeing, hoped it was a dream. But he knew that it wasn’t. The tabby cat didn’t hesitate to immediately sprint up to the other, immediately forgetting about what he was previously doing, before he had spotted Alonzo. Everlasting, he didn’t know what to say. Well, apart from a short, “Alonzo-”, feeling his heart race. Immediately, an arm was around the other tom, just in case he couldn’t keep himself up. At the moment, Munkustrap pushed every question he had in his head away, this wasn’t the time. Apart from one. “Can you walk?” He needed help. He needed to get to Munkustrap’s den. He’d carry the other if he had to, the silver tom honestly didn’t care.

@ask–alonzo

#ask munkustrap #munkustrap

When he heard Munkustrap, Alonzo felt his ears press back and his pelt grow hot. One of his ear was bloody and torn up. He pushed himself up onto his feet, “I can.” Barely. There was an awkward twist to his left paw and all of his paw pads were bleeding. Despite the pain, he started to walk. He didn’t want Munkustrap’s help-- once what he had done was revealed, the other would only be disappointed in him. Alonzo wanted to walk this moment owning that he had done this to himself. It was the only bit of pride that he had left. He knew that he looked more like a rag doll than a cat right now. What use was he if he couldn’t even protect his tribe? Why couldn’t he face Macavity head on?

🌩️ - @ask--munkustrap

A crack of lightning flashed outside followed by rolling thunder that felt as though it was shaking Munkustrap's den. Despite orders, Alonzo had come to see him before the rain started. Once inside, the sky's floodgates had opened up. The scars he still bore from his encounter with Macavity were stinging, feeling attuned to the weather. Especially his his hair. There were two long, jagged nicks in it that had taken long to stop bleeding. He sighed and slumped onto the floor, "Well if you're still mad at me, I'm stuck here now."

@ask--munkustrap

monstersmemes

Halloween starters!

Send a symbol for a starter for our muses!

Please specify a muse if one or the other is a multimuse blog :)

tame

🎃 - your muse and mine go trick-or-treating

🔮 - your muse and mine visit a fortune-teller (outcome up to muns!)

🌩️ - your muse and mine stay in as a storm kicks up

🍿 - your muse and mine watch a scary movie together

🕸️ - your muse and mine go to a pumpkin patch

spooky

🦇 - your muse and mine are a vampire and their prey (can be real or pretend)

👻 - your muse and mine get creeped out by a ghost

🕯️ - your muse and mine tell each other scary stories

🗡️ - your muse and/or mine get chased by a monster/killer (both can be chased or one can be the chaser!)

👽 - your muse and mine see / get abducted by a UFO

smutty

🍬 - your muse and mine stay home handing out candy, getting frisky between knocks at the door

⚰️ - your muse and mine have a romantic interlude in a graveyard

🏚️ - your muse and mine go to a haunted house, and one is turned-on by how the other clings to them when they’re scared

🍭 - your muse and mine use the leftover candy for some festive food play

😈 - your muse and/or mine make a deal with a horny demon

#rp prompts

dovingmemes

random sentence starters

random sentences for any / multiple scenario(s). change around as you see fit.

“ who do you think you are? “

“ wait , did you just say you love me? “

“ please just … leave me alone. “

“ i’m so happy! “

“ is this a gift for me? “

“ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! “

“ i love you. “

“ shut up! shut the fuck up! “

“ who told you that?! i didn’t say that! “

“ w — what? “

“ … i’m sorry. “

“ what? ME have a crush on YOU? whaaaaaat?! haha! what? pfft … shut up! “

“ bitch , guess what? “

“ oh my god … “

“ fuck you to fucking hell! “

“ man … go to hell. “

“ what did you just send me? “

“ what did you just say? “

“ they’re totally checking you out right now. “

“ jealous?! i’m not jealous! “

“ are you jealous? “

“ wow … you’re hot when you’re angry. “

“ wow … your smile is breathtaking. “

“ you’re so stupid. “

“ okay! that’s it! put your dukes up! “

“ you don’t want me. “

“ question , you’re not dating anyone , are you? “

“ let me take you out on a date. “

“ i swear to god i’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “

“ no! don’t tickle me! “

“ i’m not good for you , trust me. “

“ no offense but i’m out of your league. “

“ so , how does it feel to know me? a blessing , isn’t it? “

“ … why does this card say ‘ happy 3rd birthday ‘? “

“ so what will it be tonight? “

“ please , let me listen to celine dion in the dark in peace. “

“ i don’t love you. “

“ you don’t love me. “

“ … is there something you want? “

“ you know , you’re really cute. “

“ god , just let me fucking love you , you idiot! “

“ shh … don’t cry. “

“ i just feel like everything is falling apart. “

“ DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! “

“ hello darkness my old friend … “

“ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? “

#ask meme

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any? tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with? currant: what’s something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, etc)?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

That good things are coming. Or maybe to just tell myself that I shouldn’t wait to tell Munkustrap how I feel.

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

The night sky and stars. I just think they’re neat and I have fun seeing where they move.

currant: what’s something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, etc)?

Macavity.

sphinxmemesmusings

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - Send my character a ❤ and I'll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours.

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Would my character…

#ask meme

This was probably the stupidest idea Alonzo had ever had. He knew that it was and he had had plenty of stupid ideas as a kit. Walking straight into the middle of Macavity's territory, looking for his base of operations ranked as the top stupid idea. But, still, he felt like it had to be done. And if he faced Macavity, then he would release all the anger he held for the other cat whether it killed Alonzo or not. He was prepared for anything at this point. (-ask--alonzo)

Macavity had been watching the black and white tom for quite a while before he decided to approach. Of course, he appeared behind the other, knowing that it would be harder for the other to run back the way he came from. “Strange.” He spoke, quite suddenly. “Not very often that I see Jellicles willingly being around these parts.” That wasn’t a lie. Sometimes, an oblivious cat would come wandering in here, not knowing where they were. But Macavity could feel that the other wasn’t particularly lost. “What are you looking for?” The fiery red tom asked, surpressing the urge to rip out the jellicles jugular for just a second. Because, surprisingly, he was curious.

@ask–alonzo

Alonzo turned quickly on his feet and raised his haunches, his fur standing on end. A hiss escaped him, “Macavity!” It was no surprise. In fact, his claws were already out and posed to fight the tom should he attack. Alonzo would not strike first. Not yet. Not unless he was pushed. He hissed again, “I’m not going to tell you of all cats.” Macavity could have had the jump on Alonzo, the other cat knew, but instead had apparently decided to toy with him. He was not keened to be toyed with, especially by the mystery cat. His fur bristled as his eyes narrowed at the other, fangs bared offensively. Alonzo doubted the other was afraid of him, but he wasn’t about to play it cool around the other.

Macavity barely even flinched. “So defensive.” He purred. “What? Are you afraid?” The mystery cat asked, taking a few steps closer to Alonzo. “I recognize you.” He said, his demeanor as calm as ever. But you could see in his eyes just how much he wanted to kill the other. “Why are you here?” Macavity asked, ignoring the fact that Alonzo was probably not going to answer again. “I would like to know why you willingly came here to die.” Macavity hissed.

Unafraid, even though he knew he should have been, Alonzo hissed right back. The ass didn’t even know his name, he was certain. His claws dug into the dirt, “I didn’t come looking for you.” He was already caught; there wasn’t anything that he could reveal now that would make any potential injuries worse. Except maybe that he was with Munkustrap and Demeter. Instead he hissed again, “But your headquarters. Now that I was interested in.”

“You came here for my headquarters. But not me.” He raised a brow. That was certainly not something he’d encountered before. “Now, why on earth is that? I figure with who you know, you’d love to kill me as soon as you’d got the chance.” He stopped for a second, narrowing his eyes, before smiling again. “No, wait, you do want to kill me. That makes this situation even more senseless.” Macavity laughed. Alonzo must’ve been the first cat in quite a while that Mac didn’t understand.

Alonzo hissed again, “Oh, sure, I want to kill you, but the tactical advantage to knowing your hideout?” He smirked, unable to help himself. The spotted tom knew he was caught anyway. It wasn’t like he had found the headquarters anyway. As far as the Mystery Cat was concerned, he was still safe. Still, there was no way Alonzo was going to escape unscathed, but he didn’t want Macavity to fair much better. Maybe he would get lucky. If he got angry enough, who knew what he could do?

“Oh, please. How will you ever have a tactical advantage when I’m going to kill you?” The mystery cat asked, giving a devilish smile. “And couldn’t your lover tell you where this place was anyway? She’s been here enough times. You’ve come here for nothing, Alonzo.” He laughed at the other. “Well, for nothing other than death.” The tom begun to approach, his fur rising. “I’ll admit, your plan might’ve had a hint of intellect to it. But the execution? Oh, heavens, no.”

“So, you do know who I am,” Alonzo spat. There was no escape, that much he knew. Last time he and Munkustrap had fought Macavity, they had needed the whole tribe’s help to best him. He hissed again, “And, no because unlike you, I love her. I’d never let her get hurt especially not by you. Not again. In fact, you should leave my entire tribe alone. That includes Jerrie and Teazer.” If he was going down, he was going down swinging and he’d take as much of Macavity as he could down with him. Which was why, instead of pouncing forward in a fruitless attempt to pin down the mystery cat, Alonzo quickly turned his back on him, sliding backward quickly until he could outstretch and slash with his back paws.

With a hiss, the mystery cat just slightly stumbled backwards. Sure, Alonzo had struck, but it felt like nothing to Macavity. In the blink of an eye, he’d gone from standing behind the black and white tom to being right in front of him. Macavity grabbed the sides of Alonzo’s head, claws digging into his skin as he read the other. “You don’t know a thing about me and Demeter. Neither do you know anything about me and those traitors. Where does all this confidence come from?” He spat. “You come waltzing into my territory, thinking you know anything about me, thinking you can just tell me what I cannot do, order me to leave the tribe alone and then, what? Finish me off? Kill me?” Macavity laughed. “For such an insecure cat like yourself, you’ve got your head shoved surprisingly far up your ass.” He tightened his grip on the tom. “Let me give you some advice. Stop trying to be the hero. You can’t end all of this. You can’t keep me away from Demeter or my brother. You can’t keep me away from Mungojerrie or Rumpleteazer. And you can’t prevent any of their deaths.”

Alonzo hissed, baring his fangs fiercely at Macavity, “I know enough! You’re a disgusting excuse for a cat. You take kittens for mates and you hurt them.” He knew he was playing with fire, but he knew there was only a slim chance he’d make it out of this alive. What did he care what he said. His paws clawed grabbed and releasing at Macavity’s own as they clutched the sides of his head. Another hiss escaped him, “You-you only know how to possess others. And I have something you’ll never have. Demeter’s love. And your brother’s.” Sure, it was a different kind of love, but he still had it. The talking had been a good way to focus on not giving into the pain as he dug his claws into Macavity until he had a grounding. With as much strength as he could muster, he pulled himself up and reached out once more with his back paws, digging his paws into Macavity’s chest to try and push himself away.

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colorful headcanons.

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse’s romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what’s something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don’t deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they’re thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

black: does your muse have a ‘bucket list?’ list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

#ask meme

This was probably the stupidest idea Alonzo had ever had. He knew that it was and he had had plenty of stupid ideas as a kit. Walking straight into the middle of Macavity's territory, looking for his base of operations ranked as the top stupid idea. But, still, he felt like it had to be done. And if he faced Macavity, then he would release all the anger he held for the other cat whether it killed Alonzo or not. He was prepared for anything at this point. (-ask--alonzo)

Macavity had been watching the black and white tom for quite a while before he decided to approach. Of course, he appeared behind the other, knowing that it would be harder for the other to run back the way he came from. “Strange.” He spoke, quite suddenly. “Not very often that I see Jellicles willingly being around these parts.” That wasn’t a lie. Sometimes, an oblivious cat would come wandering in here, not knowing where they were. But Macavity could feel that the other wasn’t particularly lost. “What are you looking for?” The fiery red tom asked, surpressing the urge to rip out the jellicles jugular for just a second. Because, surprisingly, he was curious.

@ask–alonzo

Alonzo turned quickly on his feet and raised his haunches, his fur standing on end. A hiss escaped him, “Macavity!” It was no surprise. In fact, his claws were already out and posed to fight the tom should he attack. Alonzo would not strike first. Not yet. Not unless he was pushed. He hissed again, “I’m not going to tell you of all cats.” Macavity could have had the jump on Alonzo, the other cat knew, but instead had apparently decided to toy with him. He was not keened to be toyed with, especially by the mystery cat. His fur bristled as his eyes narrowed at the other, fangs bared offensively. Alonzo doubted the other was afraid of him, but he wasn’t about to play it cool around the other.

Macavity barely even flinched. “So defensive.” He purred. “What? Are you afraid?” The mystery cat asked, taking a few steps closer to Alonzo. “I recognize you.” He said, his demeanor as calm as ever. But you could see in his eyes just how much he wanted to kill the other. “Why are you here?” Macavity asked, ignoring the fact that Alonzo was probably not going to answer again. “I would like to know why you willingly came here to die.” Macavity hissed.

Unafraid, even though he knew he should have been, Alonzo hissed right back. The ass didn’t even know his name, he was certain. His claws dug into the dirt, “I didn’t come looking for you.” He was already caught; there wasn’t anything that he could reveal now that would make any potential injuries worse. Except maybe that he was with Munkustrap and Demeter. Instead he hissed again, “But your headquarters. Now that I was interested in.”

“You came here for my headquarters. But not me.” He raised a brow. That was certainly not something he’d encountered before. “Now, why on earth is that? I figure with who you know, you’d love to kill me as soon as you’d got the chance.” He stopped for a second, narrowing his eyes, before smiling again. “No, wait, you do want to kill me. That makes this situation even more senseless.” Macavity laughed. Alonzo must’ve been the first cat in quite a while that Mac didn’t understand.

Alonzo hissed again, “Oh, sure, I want to kill you, but the tactical advantage to knowing your hideout?” He smirked, unable to help himself. The spotted tom knew he was caught anyway. It wasn’t like he had found the headquarters anyway. As far as the Mystery Cat was concerned, he was still safe. Still, there was no way Alonzo was going to escape unscathed, but he didn’t want Macavity to fair much better. Maybe he would get lucky. If he got angry enough, who knew what he could do?

“Oh, please. How will you ever have a tactical advantage when I’m going to kill you?” The mystery cat asked, giving a devilish smile. “And couldn’t your lover tell you where this place was anyway? She’s been here enough times. You’ve come here for nothing, Alonzo.” He laughed at the other. “Well, for nothing other than death.” The tom begun to approach, his fur rising. “I’ll admit, your plan might’ve had a hint of intellect to it. But the execution? Oh, heavens, no.”

“So, you do know who I am,” Alonzo spat. There was no escape, that much he knew. Last time he and Munkustrap had fought Macavity, they had needed the whole tribe’s help to best him. He hissed again, “And, no because unlike you, I love her. I’d never let her get hurt especially not by you. Not again. In fact, you should leave my entire tribe alone. That includes Jerrie and Teazer.” If he was going down, he was going down swinging and he’d take as much of Macavity as he could down with him. Which was why, instead of pouncing forward in a fruitless attempt to pin down the mystery cat, Alonzo quickly turned his back on him, sliding backward quickly until he could outstretch and slash with his back paws.

This was probably the stupidest idea Alonzo had ever had. He knew that it was and he had had plenty of stupid ideas as a kit. Walking straight into the middle of Macavity's territory, looking for his base of operations ranked as the top stupid idea. But, still, he felt like it had to be done. And if he faced Macavity, then he would release all the anger he held for the other cat whether it killed Alonzo or not. He was prepared for anything at this point. (-ask--alonzo)

Macavity had been watching the black and white tom for quite a while before he decided to approach. Of course, he appeared behind the other, knowing that it would be harder for the other to run back the way he came from. “Strange.” He spoke, quite suddenly. “Not very often that I see Jellicles willingly being around these parts.” That wasn’t a lie. Sometimes, an oblivious cat would come wandering in here, not knowing where they were. But Macavity could feel that the other wasn’t particularly lost. “What are you looking for?” The fiery red tom asked, surpressing the urge to rip out the jellicles jugular for just a second. Because, surprisingly, he was curious.

@ask–alonzo

Alonzo turned quickly on his feet and raised his haunches, his fur standing on end. A hiss escaped him, “Macavity!” It was no surprise. In fact, his claws were already out and posed to fight the tom should he attack. Alonzo would not strike first. Not yet. Not unless he was pushed. He hissed again, “I’m not going to tell you of all cats.” Macavity could have had the jump on Alonzo, the other cat knew, but instead had apparently decided to toy with him. He was not keened to be toyed with, especially by the mystery cat. His fur bristled as his eyes narrowed at the other, fangs bared offensively. Alonzo doubted the other was afraid of him, but he wasn’t about to play it cool around the other.

Macavity barely even flinched. “So defensive.” He purred. “What? Are you afraid?” The mystery cat asked, taking a few steps closer to Alonzo. “I recognize you.” He said, his demeanor as calm as ever. But you could see in his eyes just how much he wanted to kill the other. “Why are you here?” Macavity asked, ignoring the fact that Alonzo was probably not going to answer again. “I would like to know why you willingly came here to die.” Macavity hissed.

Unafraid, even though he knew he should have been, Alonzo hissed right back. The ass didn’t even know his name, he was certain. His claws dug into the dirt, “I didn’t come looking for you.” He was already caught; there wasn’t anything that he could reveal now that would make any potential injuries worse. Except maybe that he was with Munkustrap and Demeter. Instead he hissed again, “But your headquarters. Now that I was interested in.”

“You came here for my headquarters. But not me.” He raised a brow. That was certainly not something he’d encountered before. “Now, why on earth is that? I figure with who you know, you’d love to kill me as soon as you’d got the chance.” He stopped for a second, narrowing his eyes, before smiling again. “No, wait, you do want to kill me. That makes this situation even more senseless.” Macavity laughed. Alonzo must’ve been the first cat in quite a while that Mac didn’t understand.

Alonzo hissed again, “Oh, sure, I want to kill you, but the tactical advantage to knowing your hideout?” He smirked, unable to help himself. The spotted tom knew he was caught anyway. It wasn’t like he had found the headquarters anyway. As far as the Mystery Cat was concerned, he was still safe. Still, there was no way Alonzo was going to escape unscathed, but he didn’t want Macavity to fair much better. Maybe he would get lucky. If he got angry enough, who knew what he could do?

This was probably the stupidest idea Alonzo had ever had. He knew that it was and he had had plenty of stupid ideas as a kit. Walking straight into the middle of Macavity's territory, looking for his base of operations ranked as the top stupid idea. But, still, he felt like it had to be done. And if he faced Macavity, then he would release all the anger he held for the other cat whether it killed Alonzo or not. He was prepared for anything at this point. (-ask--alonzo)

Macavity had been watching the black and white tom for quite a while before he decided to approach. Of course, he appeared behind the other, knowing that it would be harder for the other to run back the way he came from. “Strange.” He spoke, quite suddenly. “Not very often that I see Jellicles willingly being around these parts.” That wasn’t a lie. Sometimes, an oblivious cat would come wandering in here, not knowing where they were. But Macavity could feel that the other wasn’t particularly lost. “What are you looking for?” The fiery red tom asked, surpressing the urge to rip out the jellicles jugular for just a second. Because, surprisingly, he was curious.

@ask–alonzo

Alonzo turned quickly on his feet and raised his haunches, his fur standing on end. A hiss escaped him, “Macavity!” It was no surprise. In fact, his claws were already out and posed to fight the tom should he attack. Alonzo would not strike first. Not yet. Not unless he was pushed. He hissed again, “I’m not going to tell you of all cats.” Macavity could have had the jump on Alonzo, the other cat knew, but instead had apparently decided to toy with him. He was not keened to be toyed with, especially by the mystery cat. His fur bristled as his eyes narrowed at the other, fangs bared offensively. Alonzo doubted the other was afraid of him, but he wasn’t about to play it cool around the other.

Macavity barely even flinched. “So defensive.” He purred. “What? Are you afraid?” The mystery cat asked, taking a few steps closer to Alonzo. “I recognize you.” He said, his demeanor as calm as ever. But you could see in his eyes just how much he wanted to kill the other. “Why are you here?” Macavity asked, ignoring the fact that Alonzo was probably not going to answer again. “I would like to know why you willingly came here to die.” Macavity hissed.

Unafraid, even though he knew he should have been, Alonzo hissed right back. The ass didn’t even know his name, he was certain. His claws dug into the dirt, “I didn’t come looking for you.” He was already caught; there wasn’t anything that he could reveal now that would make any potential injuries worse. Except maybe that he was with Munkustrap and Demeter. Instead he hissed again, “But your headquarters. Now that I was interested in.”

This was probably the stupidest idea Alonzo had ever had. He knew that it was and he had had plenty of stupid ideas as a kit. Walking straight into the middle of Macavity's territory, looking for his base of operations ranked as the top stupid idea. But, still, he felt like it had to be done. And if he faced Macavity, then he would release all the anger he held for the other cat whether it killed Alonzo or not. He was prepared for anything at this point. (-ask--alonzo)

Macavity had been watching the black and white tom for quite a while before he decided to approach. Of course, he appeared behind the other, knowing that it would be harder for the other to run back the way he came from. “Strange.” He spoke, quite suddenly. “Not very often that I see Jellicles willingly being around these parts.” That wasn’t a lie. Sometimes, an oblivious cat would come wandering in here, not knowing where they were. But Macavity could feel that the other wasn’t particularly lost. “What are you looking for?” The fiery red tom asked, surpressing the urge to rip out the jellicles jugular for just a second. Because, surprisingly, he was curious.

@ask–alonzo

Alonzo turned quickly on his feet and raised his haunches, his fur standing on end. A hiss escaped him, “Macavity!” It was no surprise. In fact, his claws were already out and posed to fight the tom should he attack. Alonzo would not strike first. Not yet. Not unless he was pushed. He hissed again, “I’m not going to tell you of all cats.” Macavity could have had the jump on Alonzo, the other cat knew, but instead had apparently decided to toy with him. He was not keened to be toyed with, especially by the mystery cat. His fur bristled as his eyes narrowed at the other, fangs bared offensively. Alonzo doubted the other was afraid of him, but he wasn’t about to play it cool around the other.

memeasaurus-promptus

Annoy My Muse!

Ask them inane questions, personal questions, pester them until they snap!

#ask prompt

piggyback prompt (-ask--alonzo)

[ piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride. ]

As soon as Jemima had spotted the black and white tom, her eyes lit up and she started sprinting towards him. “Alonzo!” She called out, being nice enough to warn him about the attack that was about to come. A few moments later, the tabby kitten had quite effortlessly jumped onto Alonzo’s back, clinging onto him. Being the shortest in the tribe, she never let a chance to be higher up slip by.

@ask–alonzo

“Hup!” he exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around her legs locking her into place. He turned his head a bit to look at her as he best he could, “Hey there, little one.” His head rubbed gently against her, trying to nuzzle her from his position. It was always a good day when Jemima was in a good mood and acting silly. Alonzo was supposed to be patrolling the Junkyard, but he certainly didn’t mind the tag-a-long.

“Hi!” Jemima giggled, nuzzling Alonzo back. She let out a small purr, her grip on the tom tightening a little. “What’re you doing?” The kitten asked, tilting her head in curiosity. This situation wasn’t anything abnormal to her, it had practically become the norm that she jumped at Alonzo every time she saw him. And she wasn’t planning on stopping her habit. Well, at least she wouldn’t stop until she was large enough to knock him over.

“Just making sure everyone is okay,” he told her. Alonzo was very much used to the familiar weight of her on his back by now. To be honest, he quite enjoyed this little game of theirs. It kept his days just a bit happier. Especially while she was still this small. He purred softly, holding on to her legs protectively to make sure she didn’t fall, “What have you been up to today?”

“Nothing much! All the kittens seem to busy with being love to spend time with me.” She rested her head against Alonzo, a soft purr emitting from her. “That’s fine though, I know being in love can be quite a hassle.” That was pretty well proven when looking at Victoria and Plato, everlasting knows how oh so difficult it is to love someone. “Though it gets a little boring to just hear them drone on and on about who they like.”

Yes, he remembered that age. Then again, he had been in love at that age, but he had kept it to himself. Only Cassandra had to hear his romantic plight– or lack thereof. Everlasting bless her. He laughed, “Well, I promise not to bore you to tales of romance then. Don’t worry they’ll be sick of each other soon enough.” Or Jemima would grow into a little crush of her own, but then again that didn’t always happen. Still, if it became a real problem, he’d encourage her to talk to her friends.

“Well, I hope not! They’re happy when in love, just a little annoying too.” The tabby kitten tittered. “I don’t ever wanna be in love. As nice as it sounds, I’m already happy with just having friends.” She relaxed a little, already getting comfortable. “I can leave the being stupid and in love part to all of them.” Jemima grinned. “Means more free time for me.”

He laughed gently, “Don’t worry. They’ll have time for you and who they love soon enough.” Alonzo made a little shrug of his shoulders to cause her to bump playfully up and time, “And I quite like it too. I never mind your company.” She was still little and Alonzo wanted to savor every moment he had with her. Jemima was going to grow up into a fine queen, but she was a precious kitten. One that Alonzo didn’t mind watching, unlike some other rambunctious tom-kits.

Jemima giggled, closing her eyes as she rested her head on Alonzo’s shoulder. “I like being with you too.” She hummed, wiggling around a little. “Especially when you carry me.” Being held up by Alonzo was a much better strategy for being up high rather than climbing on stacks of garbage. She couldn’t fall if someone was holding her. “You’re very warm.” She noted.

“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t mind carrying you.” he hummed, bouncing her playfully on his back. His arms kept tight around her despite her wiggling. The last thing that he wanted to do was drop her. She’d land on her feet, but he’d hate to see that happen anyway. He purred softly, “I’ve out in the sun.” Before he started his rounds, he had taken a lovely nap in his favorite sunning spot.

#askjemima #jemima

piggyback prompt (-ask--alonzo)

[ piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride. ]

As soon as Jemima had spotted the black and white tom, her eyes lit up and she started sprinting towards him. “Alonzo!” She called out, being nice enough to warn him about the attack that was about to come. A few moments later, the tabby kitten had quite effortlessly jumped onto Alonzo’s back, clinging onto him. Being the shortest in the tribe, she never let a chance to be higher up slip by.

@ask–alonzo

“Hup!” he exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around her legs locking her into place. He turned his head a bit to look at her as he best he could, “Hey there, little one.” His head rubbed gently against her, trying to nuzzle her from his position. It was always a good day when Jemima was in a good mood and acting silly. Alonzo was supposed to be patrolling the Junkyard, but he certainly didn’t mind the tag-a-long.

“Hi!” Jemima giggled, nuzzling Alonzo back. She let out a small purr, her grip on the tom tightening a little. “What’re you doing?” The kitten asked, tilting her head in curiosity. This situation wasn’t anything abnormal to her, it had practically become the norm that she jumped at Alonzo every time she saw him. And she wasn’t planning on stopping her habit. Well, at least she wouldn’t stop until she was large enough to knock him over.

“Just making sure everyone is okay,” he told her. Alonzo was very much used to the familiar weight of her on his back by now. To be honest, he quite enjoyed this little game of theirs. It kept his days just a bit happier. Especially while she was still this small. He purred softly, holding on to her legs protectively to make sure she didn’t fall, “What have you been up to today?”

“Nothing much! All the kittens seem to busy with being love to spend time with me.” She rested her head against Alonzo, a soft purr emitting from her. “That’s fine though, I know being in love can be quite a hassle.” That was pretty well proven when looking at Victoria and Plato, everlasting knows how oh so difficult it is to love someone. “Though it gets a little boring to just hear them drone on and on about who they like.”

Yes, he remembered that age. Then again, he had been in love at that age, but he had kept it to himself. Only Cassandra had to hear his romantic plight– or lack thereof. Everlasting bless her. He laughed, “Well, I promise not to bore you to tales of romance then. Don’t worry they’ll be sick of each other soon enough.” Or Jemima would grow into a little crush of her own, but then again that didn’t always happen. Still, if it became a real problem, he’d encourage her to talk to her friends.

“Well, I hope not! They’re happy when in love, just a little annoying too.” The tabby kitten tittered. “I don’t ever wanna be in love. As nice as it sounds, I’m already happy with just having friends.” She relaxed a little, already getting comfortable. “I can leave the being stupid and in love part to all of them.” Jemima grinned. “Means more free time for me.”